Page 31 of Her Age Gap Match

"I want—" I hesitated.

"Say it," he said. "Whatever it is."

"I want you inside me," I said. "I want to feel you."

When he spoke his voice was lower than it had been all night.

"You will," he said. "I promise you that." A pause. "Now put it in, baby. Slow."

I did, and the sound I made went straight through the phone because I heard his breath change on the other end—just slightly, just enough.

"Okay?" he said.

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes, okay⁠—"

"Move it," he said. "Slow. Don't rush."

I started fucking myself with the vibe…rocking my hips, imagining it was him. I could hear him breathing on speaker phone, this other sound…

“My hand’s on my cock right now, Poppy,” he said. “Fuck…fuck, your pussy is gonna feel so much better…”

“I wish it was you,” I whined.

"I know," he said. "Soon."

"Tuesday," I breathed.

"Tuesday." A pause, and I heard his breath hitch slightly. "Keep moving. Don't stop."

I rocked my hips and pressed my head back into the pillow and tried to hold onto the sound of him—his breathing, the rough edge that had crept into his voice, the way he said my name when he was trying to stay in control and losing ground on it.

"Talk to me," I said. "Keep talking."

"I'm thinking about you," he said. "Lying there. What you look like right now."

"Tell me."

"Red hair all over that pillow," he said. "Those stupid shorts." A breath. "Thinking about pulling them off you Tuesday. Taking my time."

"Johnny—"

"Thinking about your mouth," he said. "About putting my hands in your hair and feeding you my cock." His voice dropped lower. "About how good you're going to feel when I’m finally inside you."

I whimpered.

"Are you close?" he said.

"Yes—"

"How close?"

"Really close, please⁠—"

"Yeah." Rough now, barely controlled. "Me too, baby." A pause. "Come for me. Right now. Come on."

I came hard, my whole body arching, biting down on my lip to muffle the sound—and I heard him follow me over the edge on the other end of the line, a low rough sound that I was going to be thinking about for the rest of my life.

Silence.