“I want to make love to you with my tongue, Shar.”
The slight ache had turned into a deep throbbing between Sharon’s legs. She closed them tightly to try to keep the feelings inside, but the sound of Brian’s voice was doing things to her.
“Tell me…can you feel me slip your panties to the side…letting my tongue hit that swollen button of yours? Swirling my tongue around it…sucking it into my mouth?”
“Mmm hmm,” Sharon whimpered, now sitting languidly in her chair, her breathing deep and labored. “I can feel it, boo.”
“I swear I can already smell your sweet juices and taste them on my tongue. Licking them up as I lick up and down your hot spot, babygirl…damn, I love when you purr in the back of your throat when I lick you just right.”
“Boo,” Sharon crooned into the phone. “You have me soooooooooooo wet right now. I can feel it against my panties.”
“Damn, none of that should go to waste, baby,” Brian answered. “I want it all, either on my lips, or…”
“Around that nice, stiff, thick pole of yours?” Sharon finished Brian’s sentence. The phone beeped. Sharon sighed. “Sorry, hold on, baby.”
“Uh, hello?” she answered, ever so unprofessionally.
“Sharon? This is Debra, are you okay?”
Shit, Sharon said to herself. It was one of her bosses. She cleared her throat and slipped back into her professional voice.
“Why do you ask, Deb?” Sharon chirped.
“Your voice…sounds funny.”
“Oh, my throat’s just dry, I think. What can I do you for?”
“Just calling in, making sure no calls came that were too important. I wanted to tell you to have a nice weekend.”
Yeah, Sharon thought, one very important call.
“Nope, no calls, and you have a good one, too, Deb.”
“Okay, later.”
Sharon quickly clicked over and her voice flipped instantly into her “in need of her baby” voice. “Brian,” she moaned into the phone.
Sharon could tell by Brian’s voice that the little interruption hadn’t halted any of his needs and desires.
“Tell me something good, babygirl,” he whispered.
“Can I straddle you in your chair, baby?” she spoke, softly, in a girlish voice.
“Oh most definitely, boo,” he groaned.
“I want to slip off my panties, hike up my skirt, and straddle you, feeling you press deeply inside me.”
“Mmm, I’m so hard, baby. I would have to slip that shirt off you and the bra too…suck on those dark-brown, stiff nipples of yours. I know how you like it…suck those nipples nice and slow. When I let the tip of my tongue lightly stroke around your nipples before I nip at the tip of them and suck them into my mouth, they taste just like Hershey’s Kisses.”
“I love feeling your warm mouth on my nipples, licking and sucking and biting them, boo. They’re hard right now just thinking about you doing that…and while you suck on my nipples, I would ride the hell out of you, pumping up and down, milking you of all your juices.”
“Milk me, baby,” Brian groaned, his voice strangled. “Milk it like you know how.”
“Can you feel me gripping you, boo?”
“Yesssssssss.”
“Can you feel yourself buried deep inside of me?”