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“Yes.”
“Good. Turn on the speakerphone and leave the phone next to you.”
“It’s on. You’ll be listening?”
“Of course. You can start.”
I let my hands slide down my body to my pussy and start teasing my clit in slow circles.
“Do you know how many times I pleasured myself imagining it was you next to me?” I ask.
“Tell me.” Comes a gruff answer.
I press onto my clit, then add another finger. “Are you sure?”
“Isabella.”
Oh, I love when he says my name with that commanding tone. It’s a request, as well as an order at the same time. Luca gives off much more emotion with his tone than with actual words.
“The first time I did it, I was seventeen.” I moan and keep teasing my pussy. “I’ve done it every single night and sometimes during the day. So, I would say at least a thousand times.”
“And what was I doing to you in those fantasies of yours?”
“You would come into my room.” I smile and slide one finger inside me, enjoying the tingling and building tension at my core. “You would wear a suit. That all-black combination that makes you look both edible and dangerous at the same time. You would approach me slowly, tear off my dress, and throw me onto the bed.” I place my other hand on my clit, massaging it as I push my finger even deeper, imagining it’s his cock. “Then, you would bury your face between my legs and eat me out until I screamed.”
“Without taking off my suit?” he asks.
“Yes.” I bite my lip and pull out my finger, afraid I’ll come.
“And what would I do, then?” There’s a strain in his voice. I can hear it loud and clear.
“Are you hard, Luca?” I ask and press my palm over my pussy, hoping it will help subdue the need to thrust my finger back inside myself.
“Answer me, Isabella!” he barks. “What would I do next?”
“You’d place your body over me, your weight pressing me into the mattress. Then, you’d kiss me, and I would taste myself on your lips.”
“Would I still be clothed?”
“Yes. I’d remove your jacket and shirt first. Your breathing would quicken as I dig my nails into your shoulders and kiss you in the center of your chest. Then, I’d help you remove your pants.”
I can’t take it anymore, so I slide two fingers inside myself and gasp.
“What did you just do?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I breathe out and slide my fingers even deeper, moaning.
“Did you come, Isabella?” he snaps.
“Not yet,” I whisper. “Are you close by?”
“I’m passing through the gate,” he says. “What happens next?”
I smile and keep playing with my pussy, enjoying the sounds of his labored breathing coming from the other end of the line.
“You’d gather my wrists in your hand and pull my arms above my head. Just like you usually do.” I moan as the pressure between my legs builds. “And you would bury yourself inside me in one thrust. Hard. To the hilt.”
The door on the other side of the room bangs open. Without removing my hand from my pussy, I lift my head from the pillow and look between my bent legs at the threshold. Luca is standing in the doorway, gripping the frame on either side of him, his jaw set in hard lines as he stares at me.
