“Yeah,” she admits. “But I’m not sure about this.”
“Just let me try and take your mind off things for a minute or two, okay? Ease some of that stress. It’s just you and me. And you know you’re safe with me.”
There’s a pause, but then she says, “Okay.”
“Are you sitting down on the couch?”
“Y-yes.”
“Are you imagining me kissing you? Touching your skin. Running my fingers along your sides, up your ribcage.”
“Oh my…” Her breath is coming a little faster.
“Are you touching your breasts?”
“I am now.”
I bite down on my bottom lip at the vision of her splayed out on her couch, holding the phone to her ear, and touching herself to the sound of my voice. “Good. Play with your pretty nipples for me. Tell me what they look like. What color are they?” I shove down my workout shorts and let my hard dick fall free. I grip the base and stroke up once, imagining her touching her sizable tits. Even just hearing her excited breaths like this is a dream come true.
“I’ve never had phone sex before.”
“No? But it feels good, doesn’t it? It feels right. My voice leading you, encouraging you, telling you what to do.”
“Y-yeah.” She pants.
“Now focus, Sadie. Your breasts. Tell me all about them. I’m fucking dying here, needing to know.”
“They’re uh…pale pink, about the size of a quarter each. Though the tips are hard right now.”
Hearing her talk like this… It’s official, there isn’t a drop of blood left in my head. Braindead from phone sex with Sadie. What a way to go. “I’d suck them into tight little berries. Make them red and burn with the heat of my mouth. Pinch them like I would.”
She moans so loud I swear I can hear her through the wall. I press the phone closer to my ear. “I’m so hard for you.”
“Tell me,” she half sighs and groans at the same time.
“Long and thick. I’ve got my hand stroking up and down. My arousal is beading at the tip. God, if only your mouth was in front of me.”
“I’d flick that drop with my tongue and take you deep into my mouth. Wanting you weak with desire at the control I’d have over you,” she promises.
I hiss through my teeth. This is going to last like thirty seconds max. We’re both too on edge. And it is perfect. “You like control in the bedroom, baby?”
She hums. “Sometimes. I enjoy socking cock. I’d enjoy sucking your cock.”
“Jesus, you’re gonna make me come. Dip your hand into your panties and tell me how wet you are right now?”
“Oh, Evan. I’m wet. Very wet.”
“Are you dripping for me? Spin two fingers around your hard little clit. Over and over. Can you feel me touching you?”
“Yes, fuck. Yes, I can.”
“Good. I’d plunge two fingers inside your heat and then use the moisture there to make your clit as slippery as my tongue. Then I’d repeat the move until you were begging me to fuck you.”
“I’m close…” She sighs and her breath comes in short bursts through the phone.
“Me too.” I grip my dick harder and thrust my hips, creating the perfect friction, ramping up the speed as I listen to her little mewls and sighs. “Fuck, I’m gonna blow, baby. You want to hear me come while you finger fuck yourself?”
“You’re so dirty,” she drawls languidly.
“I can hear how much it turns you on. Fuck yourself harder. It’s my fingers inside you plunging deep, twirling around your hard clit. If I was there, I’d suck your little bundle into my mouth until you scream.”
And that does it.
Sadie cries out. At the sound of her release, my cock shoots off. “Fuck yeah, Sadie. Baby…” Rope after rope of my essence jets onto my hand and the wall I’m facing. I don’t even try and quiet myself. I want her to hear it all.
“Good Lord, that was good.” Her breaths are still fast, but I can hear the joy in her tone. It makes me feel like a king. Like a god that I could give this to her. “Was it good for you, handsome?”
“I just shot my load all over the wall in Jake’s apartment.” I laugh dryly.
“Aw, you were pressed against the wall?”
“Wanted to be as close as possible to you,” I admit. This woman makes me crazy for her. If I could go outside, I’d be carving our initials into a tree. It’s insane.
“That’s quite romantic for a man that just took me from crying over my parents to crying out in orgasm in the span of a phone call. Rather impressive.”
“I’ll take that as compliment and raise you one with an important question.”
“Which is?”
“When are we going to do it again?”* * *
SADIEAfter the stellar phone sex, we simply move into regular conversation. I find Evan to be a great conversationalist. When he asks about my book, I can’t help but fill him in on all the details—sans the part where the hero and heroine are loosely based off of us.