Bitter

“I don’t know,” he groans again.

“Give me details. Anything you notice,” I respond, my body nearing closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” he whispers again. “I don’t know. It’s hard as a fucking rock. It’s covered in lotion. It’s so fucking swollen. The color is getting darker. Fuck! I want to cum so bad!” he yells.

I turn the level back up to full intensity. “Reed,” I pant. “What else? What else do you see?’

He groans in frustration, and then he lets me have it all, probably because he can’t hold on much longer. “Fuck, Wren! I see how much I want you. My breathing is heavy. My muscles are tense. My veins are bulging in the arm I’m using to fuck myself. Fuck! Please, Wren!” he begs.

“One…” I pause, trying to catch my breath. “One condition.”

“Anything,” he pleads.

“You have to...ugh!” I moan. “You have to watch yourself when you cum. You can’t look away. And you have to describe it to me.”

“Fuck, Wren. I can’t wait any longer. Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts. “The counter...on the counter,” he grits out. It’s all he can manage to describe before his grunting and moaning takes over.

I don’t mind. It pushes me right over the edge with him. I let my body release again only this time it is twice as strong and long. Even long after I can’t hear him on the other end of the phone, my body continues to convulse. It continues until I can’t handle anymore, and I gasp for air as my body collapses backward on the bed. I lay on my back panting until I manage to calm myself down.

I glance to the side and see he hasn’t hung up the call, and I can hear his breathing on the other end. “Reed,” I breath out as barely a whisper.

“Don’t,” he whispers back, sounding angry.

I try to talk again, but he cuts me off. “I have to go,” he says coldly, and then the call ends abruptly.

I continue to lay on my back and stare up at the ceiling for a while. I don’t know what to feel. I can’t be upset or angry with him because he’s right. I know I’m in the wrong here, but I also know I’m not going to stop. We need to figure this out before it gets more complicated than we already made it. No more avoiding the subject. Well, maybe avoid it a little longer. At least until after the wedding. I don’t want to cause any drama with all the family around. It can wait until after this weekend.