“Please, yes,” she pleads. “I ache for you.”
“It’s the same for me,” I assure her. “Slide one finger into your pussy.”
She groans and the sound turns into a low keening.
“How do you feel?”
“Good. Soft.” She pauses for a second, then adds in the quietest whisper, “I’m so wet, Phillip.”
“You making a mess of your sheets for me?”
Her breath hitches, another low moan tumbling from her lips.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Tally. I’d eat you up if I was there. Lick your juices off my fingers just for a taste of you,” I promise. “Do that for me. Lick your cum off your fingers and tell me how you taste.”
“Oh God.”
“Be loud about it, Tally. I want to hear it. Pretend your fingers are my cock.”
The liquid sound of her fingers in her mouth and wet suction follow.
“I bet you taste like heaven,” I praise. “Add another finger now.”
At the next deep moan, I tighten my grip on my cock, and increase my pace. “I’m fucking my hand just like you’re fucking yours,” I grind out. “But the next time I get you alone, it’ll be my cum-soaked fingers in your mouth, my fingers stretching your pussy, me making you come.”
Tally swears, and a high-pitched moan fills my ears as she comes. I stroke fast and hard, tipping over the edge right along with her. My heavy breathing and her soft whimpers fill the quiet.
“Hi.” I grab a handful of tissues from the nightstand and clean up the mess on my stomach.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“How are your sheets holding up?”
“Um. I think they need to be changed.”
“Good. Do you feel better?”
“I’m so much more relaxed,” she admits.
“Me too, but I still wish I was with you so we could cuddle after we change your sheets and clean you up.” I can’t handle another four days without her. It’s too fucking long. “What’s your weekend look like?”
“Studying, rehearsing, hopefully a visit to the cat shelter if I can swing it,” she replies.
“When are your rehearsals?”
“I’m still waiting for Charles to get back to me with his work hours on Saturday and Sunday. He won’t know until tonight.”
“Do you want to come to the game tomorrow?”
“In Montreal?”
“Yeah. Hemi’s out here. I can talk to my sister, see if she can come, too, so you have a travel friend. Tristan’s always looking for a reason to get her to an away game. And Connor’s in the same boat. I can fly you out in the morning, and you can stay for the game. We can go out with our friends, have a night together?—”
“Where you’ll touch me with your actual hands on my bare skin?”
I chuckle. “You know I can picture your eyebrows dancing on your forehead.”
“My eyebrows are very invested in the possibility,” she replies.
