"Okay." Her voice is a whisper now.
"I want you to run your fingers over yourself, from your neck downward. Feel your skin. Feel how warm you are." I let out a breath. "Are you doing it?"
"Yes."
"Now slide it up. Slowly. Over your ribs. Feel them rise and fall with your breathing. Don't rush."
Her breathing comes through the phone in uneven waves, and I'm so hard (painfully, desperately hard) listening to her follow my instructions.
"Higher," I murmur. "Over the curve of your breast. Cup it for me. Pretend it's my hand."
"God…" The word comes out strangled, followed by a shaky exhale.
"How does it feel?"
"So good. I'm…I'm already on edge."
"That's because you've been thinking about this. About me." I press my palm against myself through my boxers since the pressure is becoming unbearable. "You know what I'd do if I were there?"
"Tell me," she says, her voice a soft rasp.
"I'd take your nipple between my lips and curl my tongue around it. I’d suck softly at first, your body arching into me. Then I’d go harder. Until you were grabbing my hair and pulling me closer."
The moan she lets out is long and raw, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever heard. I shove my boxers down and wrap my hand around my dick, already leaking.
"Tell me what you want me to do," I manage, my voice ragged.
"I want your mouth everywhere. I want you to kiss down my stomach and—" She gasps, and I know she's touching herself. "I want you between my thighs."
"Fuck." I grip my cock harder, stroking slowly, dragging it out even though every nerve in my body is screaming for more. "If I were between your thighs, I wouldn't come up for air. I'd taste every inch of your sweet pussy…slow, then fast, then slow again until you were begging."
"I'm already begging," she whispers, and I can hear the motion—the rhythm of her hand, the catch in her breathing that tells me she's close.
"Then come for me. I want to hear exactly what I do to you."
She moans, and it's broken and beautiful and it nearly sends me over the edge.
"I'm so close," she whimpers. "Are you?—"
"I'm right there with you. I've been stroking myself since the second I heard your voice, and I'm so goddamn hard it hurts."
"Oh fuck, that's hot. The thought of you—your hand on your cock…"
"Come, baby," I tell her, my own voice cracking. "Do it for me."
She moans loudly again and then she lets out a sharp cry, a gasping breath, and her voice breaks apart as she trembles.
And it pulls me into my climax. I come in my fist with a groan that I don't even try to muffle, my whole body flexing, waves of pleasure tearing through me so intensely that for a few seconds I forget where I am.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. There’s just the sound of our ragged breathing, two people slowly coming back to earth.
"Holy shit," she finally says, and I bark out a laugh that's half air and disbelief.
"Yeah. Holy shit pretty much covers it."
"I think I just had an out-of-body experience."
"Good. That was the goal."
