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“Like you are right now?”
The hope in her tone made him smile. “Yes. Believe me, baby, I’m like steel for you and I only have a memory and your sexy voice to guide me.”
“Touch yourself faster. Pretend it’s my tongue, scraping over every inch of you, up and down, getting you slick. Like my pussy is right now. I’m so wet for you.” Her statement ended on another gasp, this one broken. “God, feels so good. I don’t think I can hold back.”
“Don’t. Rory, it’s my lips on you. My tongue moving in and out, tasting everything you want to give me. Want to feel you gushing in my mouth.” He pulled on his cock, his grip unsteady. Already the ache in his groin had intensified to the point of agony. His balls felt like they would shatter if he didn’t finally get to come. But first he had to get her there. “I need it, baby. Every bit of you, so hot. Let me have it.”
She whimpered but he knew she wasn’t ready yet. He’d have to up his game.
“Then when I finished drinking you down, I would pull you up, spin you around until your hands are flat on the back of the couch. I bet you have a beautiful back. I’d take your ass in both hands, run my thumbs between to feel all that wet you’d made for me, then I’d pull back and slide in you. Not fast. Not the first time. You deserve slow and deep.” Her moan cut straight through him and he sped up his jerks on his cock, wanting to be right there with her. “I’d grab your hair and pull you back, but I wouldn’t rush. Your pussy would clench me, holding on so tight.”
“Yes. I’m on fire for you. My fingers are inside, but they’re not enough. Not thick enough. Not hard like you’d be, driving in and out. Sam, shit, I’m almost—” She broke off and let out a cry. “I’m coming.”
“Yes.” He kept talking as she panted and groaned, his dual mental images of her making herself orgasm and him fucking Rory against the couch making him wild. Roughly he surged into his fist, again and again. “You’d cry out my name when I reached around to flick your nipples, to grip one of your soft, perfect breasts in my hand. God, Rory,” he whispered, his hips rising off the sofa as his orgasm bolted through him and out in hot spurts into his hand, squeezing through his fingers. “Baby, I—fuck!”
“Do it, Sam. Come for me. All for me,” she murmured, goading him on, somehow extending the spasms twisting through his body.
When his shudders finally abated, Sam rolled his neck and let out a long breath. He was still trembling like a strung-out addict but sanity was returning. Unfortunately. With it came embarrassment.
His damp, sticky palm taunted him, a disturbing reminder that he hadn’t managed to come when she’d been with him. Had he been reduced to this? Coming alone in the dark with a woman he barely knew on the phone?
“Sam?”
Don’t. Don’t fuck this up. “Yeah. I’m here.”
“Are you okay?”
“Better than.”
“Me too.” Her happy sigh prodded him out of his recriminations and even made him smile. What was his problem? He’d just had his first orgasm in who knew how long. That was something to celebrate. So what if he hadn’t done it with a woman in person yet? He’d get there. With Rory.
“You’re so good at that. I don’t come that hard even with my vibrator. No fantasy I could make up touches the sound of your classy, deep voice caressing dirty words.”
His laughter flowed out, and with it, the leftover questions about his competency. Fatigue drenched him, just as if they’d had real sex. It hadn’t been his imagination. They’d come together. Separately, but still together. “Glad it worked for you. You, ah, worked for me too.”
“We should probably go clean up. Not that I really need to much, but you…”
And so the awkwardness returned. That it had taken longer to descend, he counted as a minor victory.
“Yeah. Thanks, Rory.”
“No, thank you. You’ve fueled my dreams for a month.” Her wine-slurred voice wound around him, deepening his exhaustion. He could just close his eyes and sleep. No nightmares. No ghosts. Just blissful oblivion.
“So I’ll see you Saturday,” he said, surprised by how much he was looking forward to it. “Meet you there at seven?” The game would already be in full swing by then but he’d be stuck at the shop for a while.
“Saturday,” she agreed. “Bye, Sam.”
Chapter Seven
Dani,
I saw a woman who made me think of you today. She smiled and I fell back in time to that place where love was new and you didn’t look at me as if I was a stranger. Then she asked the date and everything slid back into place, like a time warp straightening out. She wasn’t you. But that was a welcome thing, because I’m not the me I was when I was with you anymore either.
~ Sam
Saturday came sooner than Rory expected. Before she knew it she was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, futzing with her hair and hoping she’d struck the right note with her gray jeans and hooded pullover. Not sexy, not date-like. Just friends catching a game and having some wings together.
After having amazing, incredible phone sex five nights in a row.
