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He laughed at my line of questioning. “Out of everything I’ve done, that’s what you want to know?”
“Sure, don’t hold back. Tell me the truth, Mr. Delfino.”
“Hm, I like how you say my name like that, Ms. Reyes, or I should say Dr. Reyes,” he flirted with a chuckle. “Okay, I would probably say my favorite was Italy, with all the authentic Italian pastas. Also, their wine is by far the best tasting. After experiencing Italy, I refuse to drink the stuff here in the states.”
“Really? I happen to like wine,” I countered.
“Well, if I was to take you to Italy and you could taste the difference, then you wouldn’t be saying that.”
“Couldn’t you just buy the Italian wine in the grocery stores here for the same taste?”
“No. There are tiny vineyards scattered throughout the countryside, which is where the best wine is. They don’t commercialize their small family wine making operations that passed down to them from many generations before. Do I need to tutor you on wine, Dr. Reyes, or do you get that?”
God, this man’s voice was sexy. I could listen to him talk for days. “Your voice sure has changed as you’ve grown up, richer, deeper.” The words slipped out of my mouth, and there was no way I could take them back.
He chuckled into my ear. Yes, his deep voice rumbling through the phone receiver hit my eardrum right too, sending a zing through my body and hitting my most sensitive spots.
“I would hope so. If it hadn’t changed, then I would have stayed a pre-pubescent teenager.”
“Right, sorry.” I laughed at my own stupid words.
“I can assure you there’s not one thing pre-pubescent about me now.” The octave lower than his vocals dropped to turn my body on, buzzing and at high alert for need of a release.
“Teddy.” His name slipped off my tongue and through my lips like a plea.
“Yes…Mia.” His breathing growled louder through the phone. Was he also very aroused? I wished I could see if he was.
I suddenly bolted upright. You can’t do this. Shut this down, right now.
“Um, listen, it’s been fun talking with you tonight, but I’m going to undress—I mean, get ready for bed. And you know, sleep.” I stumbled on my words as my core wound up so tight, it could pop with an orgasm merely by his voice alone.
“Right. Goodnight, Mia. Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight, Teddy,” I responded and pushed the disconnect icon on the phone. Then I threw it to the other side of the bed as I rolled onto my side and curled into a ball, willing the feelings inside me to subside.
With no such luck, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. My panties were soaking wet. If I rubbed a little down there, maybe it would give me enough release to sleep. Who was I kidding? A little would not be enough with the way my head swam over thoughts of Teddy. But if I didn’t take care of this ache, then I really wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.
If I was to do dirty things to myself while thinking dirty thoughts of the man who was just on the other end of the phone, I would do this right.
I sat up and positioned pillows piled behind me. I imagined the pillows were Teddy’s chest, and I was sitting with my back up against him between his spread legs. Then I’d let his imaginary fingers do the honors of working me up to and over the cliff.
I removed my flannel pajama bottoms, but left my top and panties on. Slipping one hand up under my shirt, my palm slid over my breast, cupped it and squeezed gently, initiating my groans. God, I wished Teddy’s hands were really here.
As my back arched at the good feeling of my breasts being massaged, my other hand lifted the delicate fabric of my lace panties. One finger tested the wetness between my lips. With the slick middle finger, I moved it up and down to pass over my hyper sensitive nub, building my arousal to a painful point.
I was ready to explode, but I didn’t know if I wanted to because this was the point of no return with my thoughts of Teddy.
“Fuck,” I gritted between my teeth, as I imagined him whispering in my ear.
“Let it all go, Mia.”
With him, that’s all it would take, and was all I needed for me to finish right now.
I cupped my palm over my clit as I dipped my long middle finger into my channel. Pulling my arm upwards repeatedly caused friction on my button and reached my g-spot from inside at the same time. Not more than a few pumps of my hand movements, and even more liquid coated my fingers as my pussy walls spasmed around them.
I slowed the pace then and caught my breath coming back down. For the blissful moment after, my ache for him subsided. And I knew right then, I’d spend the rest of the semester longing for Teddy to do these things to me himself.
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