“What would you do?”
She paused, wondering how far he wanted to take this.
“Come on, Stephanie. Tell me what you want to do to me. Give it to me in graphic detail,” Justin encouraged, his voice even gruffer.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for it. “I would slowly pull off your underwear and take your big cock into my mouth.”
“Yeah? And then what would you do?”
“Suck you off. Run my tongue all over your cock, suck you deep until you came down my throat.” The words left her in a raspy whisper and she swallowed hard, surprised at her boldness.
“Shit babe, you’re making me hard just saying those things.”
“Really?” She wasn’t surprised. Her nipples tingled beneath her sports bra and she bet if she tested between her legs she’d find herself wet.
“Hell, yeah. I’d give anything to have you here so I could sink inside your wet pussy. I’d fuck you until you screamed my name.”
“Justin.” Her protest was weak and she sank against the pile of pillows beneath her head, her hand wandering to cup her left breast. The nipple was beaded hard, throbbing with need.
“I’m touching myself,” he admitted, practically growled. “Fuck, I’m so hard I could come right now.”
She imagined Justin with his fingers wrapped tight around his cock, stroking himself into oblivion. She shifted her legs, felt the moisture gather there and she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her sweats. Her fingers dipped under her panties and she moaned into the phone at first contact with her wet and swollen flesh.
“Are you wet, Stephanie? Are you wet for me?” Justin asked after she didn’t say anything.
“Yes,” she whispered, sliding two fingers between her pussy lips. She was drenched, her cream coated her fingers and she circled her clit once, twice before sliding her fingers deep inside her pussy.
“If we were together, I’d bury my head between your legs and lick you. Taste you with my lips, fuck you with my tongue. Slip my fingers inside you while I sucked your clit. I’d make you come so hard you’d see stars.”
She was ready to come right now at his words. He
was so good with his hands, with his mouth and she could only imagine the pleasure he would bring her, had always brought her.
Her hand was nowhere near as good as Justin’s but right now it would be close enough.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers, Stephanie. I want to imagine you touching yourself, giving yourself an orgasm.”
His words coaxed her and her fingers moved faster, her breaths coming shorter. Justin’s breathing accelerated, little groans sounding over the line and she whispered his name into the phone, wanting him to know how much he meant to her.
“Oh God,” she moaned and he growled in reply.
“I’m gonna come, Stephanie.”
“Yes,” she encouraged, her voice a thready whisper, her index finger circling her clit over and over. She was close too, so close and she rubbed harder, ready for it, ready for her orgasm to take over.
“Ah, Jesus.” He came, she could hear it in his voice, the wheezing whimper that escaped past his lips and she fell apart.
Just knowing he was in his hotel room, his cock in hand, semen squirting onto his flat stomach made her come with a ferociousness she normally didn’t experience when alone. Her pussy clenched rhythmically again and again, her entire body trembling and when it was over, she closed her eyes, slumping against the pillows.
“Was it good for you, babe?” His breathing had evened out though it still sounded a little harsh.
“Oh, yes.” She giggled, both her body and mind languid. “Was it good for you?”
“Hell, yeah.” His deep voice was a delicious growl. “It would’ve been even better if you were with me.”
Her eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling, absorbing his words. She felt the exact same way. Her body ached for him as well as her mind.
And her heart.