The way the words ‘amazing night’ rolled off his tongue sent tremors of heat zinging through my body.
“Watching you enjoy the way I made you feel… That was so damn sexy. God, Salem, I just want to drive to your house and kiss the hell outta you right now.”
I imagined his lips on mine, soft and luscious. I craved the feeling of his body against mine. I wanted to rub my hands down his chest and across his rock hard abs. I lusted for the masculine scent of his cologne, enticing me with its cool, refreshing essence. I needed his arms around me, and the heat of his breath in my hair, on my lips, and across my skin.
An exquisite ache welled up inside me that was too hard to ignore. I rolled over on my belly and pressed my hips into the mattress, trying to assuage the delightful agony of my needs. The pressure of the mattress against me momentarily alleviated the twinge that centered in the crux of my thighs, but the moment I released the tension in my hips, a short burst of pleasure pulsated tenfold, instinctively causing me to thrust my hips into the mattress again. Each time I did so, my yearning for release grew stronger and stronger.
“I need you right now, Salem. I wish you were here so I could rub my hands all over your body, kissing and tasting every inch of you.”
“Chris,” I stammered. “I… I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, a sultry tone that awakened the kaleidoscope of butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
At that moment, I knew the mattress was no match against the fluttering quiver of my desire. I needed something else… something more. In the past year since I’d been divorced, I’d experienced a few mind-blowing orgasms in my sleep. I’d woken up several times in the past few months, sweating and panting, still relishing the tremors from deep within of the overwhelming climax I’d experienced in my dream. I’d never done anything like that while I was awake, alone, or better yet, on purpose. I wasn’t even sure I knew how. It just wasn’t something I’d ever had to do before.
The delicious craving that I felt needed a release or something… anything to pacify it. I slipped my hand down the front of my panties, and slid one finger across my swollen bundle of nerves, immediately jolting me with a gratifying pulse of pure bliss. The pressure of my finger hitting the sweet spot provided a burst of pleasure that radiated to my toes. That’s it, I thought, as I clenched my muscles in response and strained against the tension of my hand.
Chris whispered through the phone, “I’m so fucking hard right now, Salem. I can’t help it. All I can think about is your naked body pressed against mine, your soft skin as I kiss every inch of it. I want to touch every part of you. I want to make you feel so good, baby. Will you touch yourself for me?”
Oh crap! I’m not sure I can go through with this. I pulled my hand out from under myself and flopped it out to the side, sighing into the phone.
“Go ahead, baby. Touch yourself.”
The minute he said it again, the white hot rush of my libido demanded satisfaction. I immediately slipped my hand back under the sheets and found the source that would relieve my burning appetite.
“I already am,” I whispered as I rocked harder and faster against my fingers, experiencing thrilling spasms of impending euphoria with every thrust.
“Oh god, Salem, that’s so fucking hot.” The panting sound of his voice drove me crazy with need. “Are you making yourself feel good right now?” he asked, his voice gravelly with desire.
I felt a little embarrassed and self-conscious, but I was too far gone. My moment of intensity was quickly approaching, and I couldn’t stop. The imminent surge of pleasure I knew I was about to experience kept me from caring anything about embarrassment. “Yes, so good,” I was breathless, panting as I glided my finger across my swollen nub, rubbing and circling in a repeated pattern. Over and over, I manipulated myself as the wave of my climax ebbed and flowed within me.
“Do it, baby. Make yourself come. I want to hear you.” The deep, sensual tone of his voice drove me wild, reminding me of the night he hovered over me, filling me, satisfying me.
I found myself closing my eyes, imagining a naked Chris in the bed with me. I imagined kissing him deeply, our tangled tongues delving for a deeper connection. I fantasized about him rocking his hips against me, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. I imagined the intense throb of his erection as he thrust himself into me.
Hearing his staggering breaths through the phone, I knew he was just as close to toppling over the pinnacle as I was. “That’s it, baby,” he moaned.