‘I know, because there’s nothing better than being inside you. Imagine the edge we’ll both be on if we wait—how fucking fantastic it’ll be when we finally get the chance.’
‘You can’t know that,’ I grate out, pulling a pillow to cover myself.
‘Oh, I do. It’s like eating purely for sustenance, compared to how a meal might taste when you’ve hungered for days.’
‘Days! But you’ve already been gone weeks!’ I know he’s due back next week, but seriously?
‘Until I get back,’ he adds solemnly. ‘Let me be more specific, no touching yourself between now and then.’
I don’t have an answer, but I’m pretty sure there’s red, angry steam coming out my ears. How can he expect to get me all worked up, then just switch it off?
‘Your skin will tingle with the desire to be touched. Sexuality—sensuality—will bleed from your every pore. And then I’ll be there. Just a few more days,’ he adds quietly.
‘Yeah, and you’ll be disappointed ‘cause I’ll have frigged myself into an early grave by then.’
‘Come on, Kate,’ he says in that tone, the one that usually makes me promise him anything. ‘You won’t be suffering alone.’ And with a wicked smile he adds, ‘After all, there’s noiin team.’
I lean forward, balancing the screen on the pillow between my legs.
‘You’re right,’ I say with a small sigh through a maliciously mean mouth. ‘But there’s auin cunt.’
And with that, I end our call.
