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Her volume increases, as does my stroking. She’s panting and talking low into the phone. “Fuck me. Feels so good. I need to come. Down and dirty. Wish you were here fucking me hard and fast from behind.”
“Jesus. Finger yourself harder, and imagine I’m slamming into you. Curl those fingers into that fucking perfect spot. Tess. Putting the phone on speaker. Louder.”
“Can’t at Joan’s. Can I see you?”
“No fucking time. Pant for me, Tess.”
She moans softly into the phone. “The bullet’s in place. I’m too lazy to work that area the way you do.”
“Can you hear me?” I inquire.
She remarks, “This is a lot of lead up.”
“It is. I’m starting to flop over. Talk to me.”
“I want to make your cock big like when it hits the back of my throat. Fuck, I want to taste you. You get so hard in my mouth. It makes me want to climb on top of you. Wait. Phone slipped.”
“No, Tess, keep talking. I want to fuck you so badly. Are your fingers back inside of you?”
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“Yes, and tiny vibrator back on my clit. Shit. Oh. God. Stoke yourself, Alex. Like I’m riding you. You’re crashing me down on your cock, pressing your fingers into my hips. Leaving the little bruises of possession on me.”
“Rough. That’s fucking hot. I’m going to fucking tie you up when I see you.”
“Alex. Yes.” This is only going to take a moment more.
“TESS! Fuck, that’s a thing. I’m going to come. I’m coming. I’m coming. God.”
“Faster, Alex. Fuck me faster. Yes. Yes. Yes.” A series of shallow breaths, and I moan loud and squeak. I shudder and come as I hear his climax. We breathe heavily but don’t say anything. I rinse off the bullet and search the mini-fridge for ice cream. I’m kind of embarrassed and kind of not.
I ask, “Still there?”
“I am. You ok?”
“Yes. But—”
He interrupts me. “Unsatisfying. I love an orgasm, but the thought of a device doing my job wasn’t fun.” I hear the water running.
I say, “Agreed. Facetime next time? Can I watch you shower?” I sigh and laugh.
I imagine his expression. “Might be tortuous to see you without touching you.”
“We’re going to have to become phone sex people. Next time let’s get drunk first.”
There’s a pause, and then he says, “I hate that there’s a next time.” This separation is tedious. My tour is tedious. He breaks our silence again. “St. Louis tomorrow night?”
I pull my robe around me and flop on the couch. “Yes. I didn’t look. Where are you?”
“Wisconsin tomorrow, DC, by Monday morning-ish. I’ll probably stay in Chicago for the weekend, I guess. And catch a Cubs game.”
I sit straight up. “Alex, I’m in St. Louis tomorrow night, then I don’t have anything until Monday.”
His voice gets commandingly loud, “Are you telling me you might have a pocket opportunity, woman?”
“YES! You can be inside of me in like twenty-four hours.” He laughs as I get elated. We’re seeing each other sooner than expected.
