I closed my eyes against the moisture that gathered there. “You left money on the nightstand for me, like I was some…some common slut you just picked up andfucked.”
I couldn’t keep the tears out of my voice, and I brushed the wetness away with the back of my hand. “Do you have any idea how that made me feel?”
He groaned and swore profusely. “Baby…fuck, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t even think that you would see it that way. I just wanted you to get home safe. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”
I sniffed and glanced away, angry that I was showing vulnerability and letting him hear how much he’d hurt me. I wanted to be mad at him, but hearing his voice again after so long…
“Thenwhy? Why did you leave like that?”
I could sense his regret through the line, and could picture his handsome face lined with stress. “Dina, what we had…it was beautiful. It was all I ever wanted. I-I wish I could tell you why I had to leave.”
I shook my head, confused and frustrated. “You’re not making sense.”
“Just know that not a day—not aminutegoes by that I don’t think about you. About your perfect lips and your beautiful eyes.”
“Michael…stop.”
He paused, and I knew why. He’d only had me intimately for such a short period, but it was weird how in tune we were to each other’s emotions.
“Is your cunt wet?”
I gulped. “Michael–” I closed my legs.
“I bet it is. I bet if I reached into your underwear right now it’ll be soaked.”
I whimpered and clutched the phone tighter. “This is a bad idea,” I whispered. “I’m still so mad at you.”
“I know, baby. I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you. Please,” he pleaded.
I gave in to the ache between my legs and opened them.
“Fuck. Fuck.” It wasn’t enough. I slid my panties off, needing to feel free.
“Fuck,” he parroted. “Did you just take your panties off?”
I bit my lip and answered with a moan. My breath sucked in as I felt the cool air against my wet pussy. “I’m so wet.”
“Fuck. The prettiest fucking pussy. You taste like heaven. I wish I could taste it again,” he groaned.
I swiped my fingers through my cunt. “I can taste it for you,” I said, feeling bold.
His answering groan vibrated through my cunt. “Do it. Stick those fingers into your pussy. Get them nice and wet and then suck those juices off.”
I switched the phone to speaker before holding it towards my pussy. I started to rub my slippery clit. The sound of my wetness was loud and obscene.
“Baby…fuck, is that your pussy? Christ, I wish I could watch you. Keep going, baby. Stick those fingers in your cunt.”
His breathing got heavier and heavier, and I knew he was stroking himself too. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
I placed my phone between my legs and lifted my top before touching my fingers against my lips. My tongue snaked out and licked off my pussy juice.
“My pussy tastes good,” I loudly groaned so that he could hear me. “But, Michael…it tastes better when it’s mixed with your cum.”
“Fuck.” His groan was loud and long, and I heard the rustle of clothes. “Wish I was there, baby. Wish I could lick that perfect pussy until you squirted in my face again.”
“I’m squeezing my tits,” I called out. “Everytime I pinch my nipples, my cunt gets wetter.”
