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“That’s it. Rub that little clit for me and imagine it’s my tongue. I bet you taste so sweet. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you. Do you want me to do that, Rory? Do you want me to eat that sweet pussy?”
“Yes,” I whimper, moving my fingers faster and faster over my clit.
“I’m going to give you that and more, Rory. I’m going to bury myself in you and fuck you so hard that you come with my first thrust inside.”
“God, yes… Noah… I feel so…”
“What, Gorgeous? What do you feel?”
“Empty, Noah. I need you.”
He goes quiet and I’m afraid I revealed too much. My hand starts to slow down and my doubts begin to resurface.
“Rory,” Noah’s deep voice hits me, groaning and full of hunger. It’s so deep that it’s almost as if he’s touching me. “Take your clit in your fingers and twist it for me.”
“Oh, God.”
“That’s it, do it now.”
“I’m so wet, I can’t hold onto… Oh fuck, Noah…” I cry as I do as he asks, squeezing the pulsating button hard and then moving my fingers over it slowly. “I wish it was your tongue instead of my fingers,” I confess, imagining that in my mind. “I wish you were here…”
“Slide your fingers inside that pussy, Rory. Slide them in and out while you keep your thumb against your clit. Can you do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you,” I confess, too lost in the moment to guard my words. “God, Noah. That feels so good,” I whisper. “But it’s not enough,” I confess, knowing I won’t be able to come like this.
“What do you need, Rory? Tell me what you need, Baby.”
“You,” I moan, unable to stop the words.
“If I was there my face would be buried in that sweet pussy. My tongue would be torturing that swollen little clit of yours. I’d be eating you while my fingers slid in and out, fucking you hard. You’d like that wouldn’t you, Rory? You’re so hungry for what I can give you, I bet you’d grind down on my face and take everything I could give you and demand more.”
“I would,” I gasp. “God, Noah, I’m so close…”
“Come for me, Rory. I need to hear you come,” Noah urges.
“I’m close,” I tell him again, and I am. I can feel it barreling through me, and it’s ripping through me harder than any orgasm I’ve ever had. I didn’t know I could even come like this, but with Noah’s voice in my ear, who needs a vibrator.
“Damn it, Rory. Work that pussy for me and make it come. Give it to me. I need to hear you come and when you do, you better say my name,” he orders and his voice sounds harsh and thick with hunger—the same hunger inside of me.
“Noah,” I whimper, wishing he was here with me… needing him to be here with me.
“Rory, now, give it to me now,” he orders and I can’t take it anymore. My fingers move faster and faster, my pussy clenching trying to grab hold of my hand, my legs tightening so I can ride out the wave that’s about to crash over me.
“Noah.”
“Now,” he orders and just like that, I give in, my orgasm thunders through me.
I lose touch with what’s around me, as the pleasure overtakes me. I know I’m moaning Noah’s name, though I can’t be sure how loud or if he even hears me. I just know that he asked me to say his name when I came and I don’t want to disappoint him—not now.
Eventually I come down, my heart hammering in my chest and my breath ragged. I lick my lips, feeling exhausted, but still hungry.
My body knows that even with my orgasm—which is better than I’ve ever had, as sad as that fact is—there’s more out there.
My body is already craving Noah.
“You okay, Gorgeous?” Noah gently whispers.
“Oh yeah… I’m good,” I say, smiling into the phone.
“Good. I’m going to let you go,” he whispers, and I bite my lip to keep from begging him not to.
“What about… I mean… your turn?” I ask, stumbling over the words, my shyness coming back now that the heat of the moment is gone.
“I’ll get mine tomorrow. Do you work?”
“Uh… it’s my day off…”
“Good, then I’ll bring breakfast. You just be ready,” he growls and the way he growls is hot and my body has gone from somewhat satisfied to needing more… now. At the same time, I’m nervous. What we just shared over the phone is one thing…
Am I ready for more… even if my body definitely is?
“Goodnight, Noah,” I whisper, keeping my doubts to myself.
“Goodnight, Gorgeous. Get some sleep.”
“O…kay…” I answer, but he hangs up before I get the entire word out. I’m left holding my cellphone and wondering if I’m emotionally ready for tomorrow.
