“I got out to walk. I’m just at the end of the block.”
“I want to hear more about your day.”
“It was completely uninteresting compared to you in our bed, naked.”
Our bed. He still thought of it as ours.
“Tell me. I want to hear everything as if you were beside me chatting.”
“If I was there and you were naked, I wouldn’t be talking about my day.”
I wondered how many women had flirted with Ethan today, on a day I wasn’t going to be there to wrap my hands around his cock and make sure it was my eyes he was looking into when he came. I had to push the thoughts to one side
“Tell me, what would you be doing?”
“Oh, beautiful, you might be the death of me. But I’d die happy, that’s for sure.”
My whole body heated. The thought of being the one that made him happy? That I could do that to him? It was all I could want. The sounds of the street began to fade.
“If I were there now,” Ethan continued, “I’d lay you on your back on our bed and drink you in for a few minutes. Ilove your skin, how soft it is, how it tastes. I love the feeling of my fingers on you, in you, all over you.”
There was familiar wetness between my legs at his words. It was if he was worshipping my body.
His voice and the buzz across my skin made his absence more acute. I was aware of everything I didn’t feel. Everything he would be doing to my body if he were here. The almost too-hard press of his thumbs below my hips. The drag of his lips across every inch of my skin. The feel of his hard body under my fingers, my lips, my tongue.
My nipples tightened and grazed the sheets I was wrapped in. I squeezed my thighs together. “I wish you were here with me.”
“Beautiful, there’s nothing I want more, right this second.” On the other end of the phone keys jangled and doors slammed.
“Are you hard?” I asked, almost embarrassed, but not quite. Our relationship had been, until now, so much about the physical stuff between us. It was how we communicated, it was how we were comfortable. We were in new territory here. I got confidence from his desire for me. Now I was blind. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. I needed to be there with him, to see, to feel for myself.
“Like a fucking stone. Like I said, you just have to exist to make me hard. Having the image of you naked on the other end of the phone makes me like steel. If I were there, would you be ready for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are.”
“Ethan.” I wasn’t sure I could do this. It felt strange and unfamiliar.
“I want you to reach between your legs. Stroke that perfect pussy of yours and tell me how wet you are.”
Tentatively, I moved my free hand down across mystomach, then lower. I was ready for him, but I wanted to do what he said.
“Tell me, Anna.”
My slickness quickly coated my fingers. “I’m ready for you, Ethan. Really ready for you.”
“You’re ready for my tongue, my fingers or my cock?”
I couldn’t help but groan. “Ethan.”
“That’s right, you’ll have all of them.”
I started to circle my clit with my fingers and my back arched.
“Jesus, I want to be inside you right now. I’m so hard. I want to be surrounded by your pussy. It’s my favorite place to be. I love the feel of you around me while I slide into you. The way your eyes widen every time, like I’m almost too big.”
“Fuck, Ethan,” I whimpered.
“That’s right, beautiful, tease that pretty clit. Imagine my tongue bringing out your pleasure.”
I was close and then the phone slipped out of my hand. As I pulled it back to my ear Ethan seemed to slip away from me. My body went cold and my mind was distracted by his absence.
