A small smile played on her lips and she exhaled the barest of sighs. “God, I love your lips. Their shape so makes me want to put my dick between them and slide in and out of your mouth.” His finger traced the outline of her smile and he realized just how hard he had gotten. But he wanted to do this for her. He drew his fingers down her body, moving the blankets to expose more of her, the other hand covering where he’d already been to keep her from getting too cold and waking up. The phone cradled on his shoulder, he philosophized, “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, how gorgeous I think you are? There are times, days, I can’t even think of you or my dick would stay hard. I surprised you the other night, didn’t I? Being just a little forward? The look on your face when I told you I was jealous of your damp underwear stuck to your skin… You were shocked and then hot when I told you to feel for the proof that what I said was true. I’m not very showy, but, damn, I want you.” His fingers kept walking themselves lower until he brushed just the trace of hair between her legs. She was usually either shaved or very trimmed. It always made him want, well, to be cliché, it made him want to lick her like an ice cream… As his hand moved over her skin, her legs shifted, allowing him access to her innermost parts. “Damn, sweet girl, even asleep you respond to me. Do you know what I’m going to do now? I’m going to lean over and kiss you, rigghhhtt…” He drew the word out as he laid his lips at the top of her cleft, “Right over top your sweet pussy. But you know one kiss is never enough.” This was starting to get serious. He pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans. He crawled up the bed to lay between her soft thighs. “Once I get this close…” his tongue swept up the length of her, opening her lips, “I want to taste you, swallow you, feel you come.” He used the tip of his tongue to draw slow circles over her clit. He knew it probably looked funny, the phone held between his chin and shoulder, one arm under a leg, the other over her, spreading her open so he could get better access. He started making faster circles, increasing pressure a little at a time. He felt her wake; her legs stiffened as she consciously realized what was happening and then relaxed. She dropped one hand on his head, her fingers tugging on his hair lightly as she moaned, “Oh, baby…”
“I missed you tonight,” he rose up on one elbow, “I thought I’d show you how much.” He resumed his circling, pressing a single finger inside her so slowly he was driving himself crazy. Her breath caught in her throat as he added a second digit, rocking back and forth and making “come hither” motions. Her body started vibrating under his ministrations and it was mere minutes until he heard her breathing stop, her body tensed and a flood began that he was determined to catch every drop of. He continued stroking her, softly sucking her lips as her breathing returned to normal. He slipped up her body, carrying the phone with him and laying it on the headboard. It was still recording… He leaned in to kiss her, his face covered in her and she kissed back, lapping at his lips, cleaning him hungrily.
“Am I dreaming?” Her voice was slightly slurry, as if she’d been the one at the bar, but he knew it was just the good orgasm still trembling through her. “I dream about you, you know, even fantasize about you… I wish you knew how much I want you, need you. I love you so much, but I love being naughty with you.” She nuzzled into his neck, pressing kisses there and nipping his ear lobes. He still had control of the situation, in theory; he hadn’t known when he’d started this phone call that it was going to end up as a confessional on both sides, but, hey, in for penny, right?
