This time it was Beth’s turn to laugh, panting slowly as Sarah set the vibrator to its lowest setting. “You said this was a gift for me, but—” She inhaled sharply as Sarah increased the vibration speed by one. It already felt sofuckingincredible as she clenched around the toy. “It’s starting to feel like this may be more of a present for you.” Beth crossed one leg over the other, applying even more pressure to the toy.
“Are you complaining?” Sarah asked, shutting off all vibration.
Beth slammed her hand down against the mattress in protest, releasing one long, displeased groan. “No. God no,” she quickly clarified before exhaling, relieved with the speed with which Sarah brought back the vibration. “God, it feels so fucking good.” Her head rolled lazily to the side, eyelids fluttering closed as she let the tingling sensation wash over her, moaning into the phone, breathing through the pleasure.
“The noises you make,” Sarah panted.
Sarah’s excitement was palpable, and Beth couldn’t help but wonder if Sarah was touching herself while she listened to her come undone from thousands of miles away. The vibration pattern shifted suddenly, changing from a single continuous pulse to a wave pattern, the tease of it exquisite.
“Oh-my-fuck-whatever that is right there.” Her words were needy, and she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job detailing to Sarah what she was feeling outside her uncontrolled gasps and groans.
But Sarah hadn’t stopped. That had to mean she was doing a good job, right?
“Talk to me, beautiful,” Sarah coaxed gently.
Beth gulped, her thoughts scattering in every direction as she tried to push through and find the mental clarity to speak. “I’ve got—I’ve got my hand on the toy, pushing it—fuck, Sar—the pressure—feels—incredible.” Her words were punctuated withbreathy moans as she tried to focus on giving Sarah what she had asked for—communication, for Beth to talk to her.
“Do you think you can take more?” Sarah asked. “Can you hold on for me a little longer?”
Beth whimpered, the speed of the vibration increasing with Sarah’s words. She tightened her grip on the sheet, knuckles white, trying to hold herself in this moment, to stay present with Sarah. Not letting herself bliss out, taking her to the blank canvas of her mind—not yet.
“Sar, I can’t—it’s too much—it’s—I’m already so close.” Beth tried to use her words to explain, feeling an unfamiliar helplessness as Sarah increased the speed again. She couldn’t take it; she wouldn’t be able to hold on.
“Fuck, Beth, you’re making me so wet,” Sarah gasped, her voice breathy, giving Beth the confirmation that she indeed had been touching herself the whole time.
Mental images of Sarah in some luxury hotel room in London, legs spread wide and touching herself to the sound of her pleasure, sent Beth crashing over the edge. “I’m coming, oh my god, I can’t—I have to come—I’m coming—please Sarah let me come. I need to come. Tell me I can come.” Beth chanted, eyelids slamming shut as pops of blue and green in every shade began to fill the darkness of her mind in one big explosion of color.
“Not yet,” Sarah panted
“Please.”
“I’m almost—” Sarah gasped, her voice hitching in the back of her throat.
“I can’t. Please,” Beth begged, trying and failing to hold off the sensation that was so desperately trying to rip through her body.
“Come with me. Now.”
“Sar-ah!” Beth gasped, her legs clamping together as she rode the wave of pleasure brought on by the pulsating vibrations, and when she couldn’t take it anymore—after she had been greedy, claiming not one, but two orgasms—Sarah turned the toy off, panting into the phone.
In that moment, Beth was glad Sarah was several time zones away and therefore unable to witness the very unsexy part of the evening’s events: the removing of the toy, which in all of her years of using sex toys, Beth had yet to find a sexy way to do. A little shifting and adjusting, and she was good to go.
“I counted two,” Sarah said triumphantly.
Beth grinned, knowing exactly what she had been keeping track of.
Sarah’s voice was cocky as she spoke, soft and low into the phone. “Not even in the same part of the world, and I can still make you come multiple times. Glad to see I’ve still got it.”
Beth let out a laugh that sounded more like a puff of air as she tried to reclaim her faculties. “Trust me, Sar, I’ve never once questioned your abilities. You’ve always been excellent when it comes to gift–giving.”
The line was quiet, filled only with the sound of the two of them regaining their composure, bringing their breathing back down to a regular cadence.
“I’m glad you approve. But now you’ve left me in quite the pickle.”
“Hmm?” Beth’s eyelids were starting to droop in her post-orgasm contentment as Sarah’s voice continued in her ear.
“Now I’m stuck here for five more days, without you, having just experienced all of that. There is not enough self-pleasure in the world…” Sarah’s voice trailed off, letting the sound of their breathing fill the space once more.
“I should go,” Beth said quietly, after her third time nodding off. “I can barely keep my eyes open.”
