“Jesus, you’re so fucking good.”
“Did you come?”
His sexy laugh filled her up.“Not yet.There’s so much more to do tonight.”
And she asked, “What do you want to do to me now?”
“I want to haul you onto your bed, spread your beautiful thighs, and taste that sweet pussy of yours all over again.”
She loved the raw need rumbling through his coarse words.There were times for wine and flowers and sweet talk.But on the phone, when she was wet, when she wanted his cock inside her, she loved his dirty talk.“I’m so wet,” she whispered, but still she didn’t touch herself.
“I want to make you come a dozen times, first with my lips and tongue and fingers, then with my cock deep inside you.I want to feel your body jerking and quivering with your climax.”
She remembered the way he took her tonight.First with his fingers, then his mouth, then with that slow, short stroke of his cock.The intensity of it, the enormity of that first thrust inside her.She’d waited so long for it, needed it.“I loved the way you fucked me tonight.So slow it almost drove me crazy.”
“That’s how I want to take you right now.Slow and sweet, until you beg me to make you come.I want to feel you coming around me, the way your body grips me, pulses around me, your cries filling up my ears.Until I can’t do anything else but fuck you hard and deep.Until you make me come with you.”
Just as she had tonight, her body contracting around his cock.She could still feel the heat of him inside her as he came.
“You fuck me so good.”He didn’t ask her to make herself come so he could listen.Instead, he went on with his mesmerizing story.“I gather you in my arms and pull the covers over us.We fall asleep with my cock still buried inside you.”
“How do you know that fantasy?”
“What fantasy?”
“To fall asleep with a man’s thick, beautiful cock still buried inside me.”Hiscock.
“Because it’s my fantasy too.My cock deep inside you, I can feel the little twitches and jerks of your body around me.They lull me to sleep.”
Mesmerized by him, she couldn’t add a single word.
“I wake in the middle of the night, your legs still wrapped around me, my cock hard inside you.And I make love to you again.”His voice held the wistful quality of a dream.“Until you wake up in the middle of coming.”
Make love.He’d never used those words before.She hadn’t either.Not in all her fantasies.“You make me come so hard.And I know it’s not a dream.I know it’s you.”
“I’ve never been a dream,” he murmured.“I’ve always been real.”
“I don’t even remember falling asleep again with your arms around me and your cock inside me.”She sighed as if readying for sleep right now.“When I wake up in the morning, the bed is empty.And you’re gone.You’re like a phantom who comes in the night, takes me so perfectly, then disappears when the sun rises.”
“Maybe that’s what you think.But I’m more than just a night creature.I’m there in the morning light.You think I’ve disappeared, but I’m in your kitchen making coffee and eggs and bacon.You can smell it now, that rich coffee scent calling to you.”
It was the oddest thing, because shecouldsmell coffee drifting up from downstairs.
“I bring you breakfast in bed, stealing a piece of bacon off your plate.”
“I don’t have any bacon in my house.”
“You do this morning.It all tastes so good, doesn’t it?You’re so hungry after our night of the best fucking ever.”
It was good.So good.Hewas good.She didn’t want this fantasy to end.“You take the tray away and then you?—”
“This ismyfantasy,” he chided her.“And this is the way I want it.Because when we’re done, we take a long hot shower and make each other come again.It’s a perfect way to start the day.Because I’ve got plans for you.”
“What plans?”Her words were breathless.
“We’re going for a hike.”
The laugh seemed to burst out of her.“Hiking?”
