He groaned as his dick responded to her voice, swelling further.
“Just talking to you makes it hard. I wish you were here so I could
touch you right now.”
“Is that all you would do? Touch me?” she asked, sounding
breathless.
“No, first I’d lick your pussy.”
“But you’d let me suck your cock for you, too, wouldn’t you?”
“Darlin’, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to. I’m all about
pleasing my lady.” He stroked his shaft from root to tip, groaning
when it twitched as she murmured in approval.
“I’d start at the head and kiss it and then get you nice and wet so
that my lips will slide over it slick and smooth.”
Ash smiled in remembrance. “I love the way you do that.”
“I love the way you taste. I might suck on you a little, listening to
your sounds to see if I’m doing it the way you like it. I can tell
because you groan deep. Yes, like that,” she whispered at his heartfelt
groan. He could practically feel her lips sliding over him. He stretched
out and turned off the lamp, so the room was lit only by the moon.
“If I was there, Juliana, what would you have me do? Tongue that
hot little pussy, or would you want me to use my fingers first?”
“I’m spoiled by you. I want both,” she replied, her breathing
sounded a little shaky. “I want you to suck on my clit, over and over,
while I suck your cock, and then I want you to slip a finger inside and
strum my sweet spot.”
“Are you wet?”
“I’ve been wet since I got undressed and dialed your number.
Now I’m drenched.”
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Ash groaned deep. “I love the way your silky, wet pussy sounds
when I stroke it. Turn the speaker phone on and put it down there
where I can hear. Use two fingers and stroke yourself.”
“Ooh. Okay.” Her voice trembled noticeably then he heard a
moan and a rustling sound as she turned the speaker phone on and
positioned it so he could hear.
She whimpered when he growled, hearing the slippery, wet
sounds as her fingers slid over the damp lips of her pussy. He could
swear it sounded like she’d grown even wetter. The sheets rustled
more, and she moaned again.
“If I was there, darlin’, I’d be licking up all that cream and
stroking your sweet spot for you. Does it feel good?”
He closed his eyes in pleasure as his cock surged in his fist. When
she groaned in frustration, he backed off on his stroking so she could
come with him.
“I know what you need, darlin’. Put your phone on your abdomen
and use your other fingers to stroke your clit for me. Use two fingers,
one on each side the way you like it, up and down.” She moaned
harshly and more rustling sounds could be heard. “Mmm, I love the
way your back arches when it feels just right to you. Does it feel just
right, now?”
“Yes,” Juliana whispered. “Oh, Ash, it’s so right. I wish it were
you here right now.” She cried out again, and he resumed more
purposeful stroking on his cock.
“That’s it, darlin’. Keep stroking and let me know when your
close.”
He listened for the next minute as her fingers slid in and out of her
wet pussy until it sounded like it was flooded with her juices. Her
voice softened and grew huskier as she fingered herself with his
encouragement. Her breathing changed, and he could barely hear her
whisper, “Ash! It’s—”
“Yes,” he murmured as he stroked his cock hard, his balls drawing
up. “Come hard with me, now.” He held back, waiting for the sounds
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of her ecstasy. A dam broke inside him as he heard her voice change
to high-pitched, whimpering moans as her orgasm took her over into
bliss. His cock jerked, and his cum pulsed in hot streams onto his
abdomen and his hand.
He laid there sated, catching his breath as he listened to her sultry
moans and panting as her climax went on and on. It filled him with
satisfaction to hear her like that. The only thing better would have
been if she were there with his cock embedded inside her, lying
panting on his chest.
He listened to her as she caught her breath and sighed, before
switching off the speaker phone and putting the phone back to her ear.
“Ash?” Her voice was a satiny whisper in the stillness.
“Was it good?” he asked as he wiped his cum from his belly with
tissues.
She sighed shakily. “Yes, but I…”
“What, darlin?”
“I feel lonely now.”
He responded quietly, “I don’t want you to feel lonely. Why don’t