She sniffs, and I smile because it’s fucking adorable. But what she whispers to me next breaks my heart.
“Do you ever wonder if those few days were just a dream? I mean obviously not a real dream, but like a fantasy dream. Of course it was real because we were both there, but now you’re gone and it all feels like it was some perfect, amazing dream. But maybe I sound crazy; I feel fudging crazy right now.”
She’s rambling again. Shit. She told me she only rambles when she’s nervous. I lean forward and try desperately to let my love come through in my words.
“It was a dream come true, beautiful. A perfect, amazing, out of this world couple of days that was the start of a lifetime full of dreams coming true.”
“A dream come true,” she murmurs, and there’s a small smile on her face now.
“Yes. You are all of my dreams come true, Ella. And I’ll prove it to you as soon as I get back there.”
Her soft sigh sounds peaceful this time and I feel my shoulders sag in relief. I lean back against my chair. It’s almost nine o’clock at night, I should be at home. No, I should be with Ella. I run my hands through my hair, so fucking pissed that I’m not with her.
“Hey, Marcus,” she says softly and I sit up and look at her face through my computer screen. “Could we, I mean, I’ve never, but…” There’s a different tone to her voice now. Her cheeks are flushed, and she bites her lip. She’s nervous, but there’s desire laced through it. Suddenly, I think I know what my beautiful girl is suggesting.
“What are you wearing, Ella?” I ask in a low voice, as I start to unbutton my shirt. I’m rewarded with a gasp from Ella and her cheeks flush.
“Just my pajamas,” she replies, then pans her phone down so I can see the thin tank and panties she’s wearing. I groan.
“Fuck, Ella. I’m hard just looking at you, baby.”
“I want you so badly, Marcus,” she whimpers.
“I’m right here,” I growl. I push my chair back slightly before I unbutton my pants. As soon as my dick is free, I groan from the relief.
“Marcus…” she whispers, and I see her hand sliding down her body, and disappearing beneath her panties.
“Touch yourself, Ella. Imagine it’s me touching you. It’s my fingers playing with your clit, sliding through your folds.”
My voice sounds hoarse to my own ears as my hand grasps my cock and begins to slide up and down. The friction is intense, there’s nothing to use for lube in my office, but I don’t care. My discomfort is the penance I have to pay for not being with Ella right now.
The sight of her, writhing on her bed in the low light, her hair spread beneath her, her eyes closed, just about has me losing control. But I refuse to come before she does.
“Pinch your clit baby, and slide a finger inside. Remember how high you fly when it’s my mouth between your legs, when I claim you with my cock.”
“Oh God, Marcus,” she cries out. Damn, she’s so responsive. I can feel the inferno building inside of me and judging by the way Ella is breathing heavily, she’s almost there.
“Let me see you come, baby,” I ground out the words as my body betrays me and my orgasm hits me like a freight train. My release is warm in my hands; it’s been a while since I jacked off anywhere other than the shower and I forgot what a mess it can be. But that can wait, because I’m glued to my screen where Ella is crying out my name like a chant as her body detonates.
“Christ, that was beautiful,” I moan, as she slowly blinks her eyes and smiles at me. “The only thing that would’ve made it better is if I was there with you, instead of miles away.”
I regret the words as soon as I say them, because the bliss that was on her face falls away, to be replaced with a longing that I feel, too.
“I wish you knew when you were coming back,” she says sorrowfully, and I want to hit something for making her sad again.
“I’m going to try and figure it out tomorrow, I promise.” And I vow to myself that I will have an answer for her. I have to get back there before she decides what we have isn’t worth the pain. I want to tell her that I’m trying to find a way to move there, but I also don’t want to get her hopes up just yet. There are still a few pieces of business I have to tie up before I can make the move.
Ella sighs, then I watch her snuggle under her blanket. She’s in her bed, and I’m still at my office. Our opposite locations are a stark reminder of how different our lives are and I have to struggle to push down the worry that she won’t accept my lifestyle – even if I move to the island. She hates the city and I have to be here often. Socializing and making connections are part of my job, and I want her by my side. But she’s a quiet, small-town kindergarten teacher. Will she be able to meet me halfway? An idea comes to me. A way to see Ella and find out if she can handle being in my world, too.
“Why don’t you hop on the ferry and come over here for a couple of days? You can stay in my apartment while I’m at work, or do whatever, and then we would have the evenings together. I’ve got an event tomorrow night and I would love to have my beautiful girl with me.” I hope I don’t sound too eager, but it suddenly feels like there’s a lot riding on her answer.
She chews her lip for a moment and I don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing that she isn’t answering me right away. Eventually, she does and while it’s not the answer I wanted, I can accept it.
“I would love to come and see you, and your life, but I can’t this week. I’m sorry, there’s just too much to do to get ready for school starting up.”
I push back my disappointment and plaster on a smile. At least she would have been willing, I think.
“No worries, babe. It’s not a good time, I get that. I just miss you.”
