Click.
One photo on my phone of my face, finger in my mouth, going for the whole pouty, sexy thing.
Click.
One of my body, a tight black corset, thong, suspenders, stilettos. Thank you for the wardrobe, Alice.
I fight with my embarrassment. Click send.
Edward is going to freak. I hope. He was away for some silly reason or another, I'd forgotten exactly why in my missing of him. It was lonely in our cottage, just me and Renesmee, and Renesmee was asleep, so really just me. And the time that I normally spend with Edward. So I'd dressed myself up, sent him some photos. Hopefully I hear from him, and he can ease my loneliness.
It took him a whole 3 minutes to respond.
Ring! Ring! I took a deep breath, still a ball of 'oh my god, did I really do that?' and answered the phone.
"Bella?" quiet and curious.
"Mmm-hmm." I was far too embarrassed to actually speak.
"Um, what was that for?"
Heart failure.
"And, wow."
Yay. I think.
"I missed you." I manage to splutter it out without sounding too stupid, I hope.
"I miss you even more now. It took me ages to stop staring and call you. I wish it was more than just a photo. I wish..."
"What do you wish, Edward?"
I hear him chuckle softly.
"You really want to know what I wish?"
"Mm-hmm."
Again with the chuckle.
"I wish I could run my fingers through that sexy bed hair look you have going on. I wish I could replace that finger with my own." My breathing hitches slightly.
"I wish I could kiss everything that is busting to escape the top of that lingerie." Definitely losing my breath now.
"I wish I could rip that corset off and get a good look at everything it is hiding from me."
Ok, definitely getting wet and excited. Not a trace of nerves remain.
"I wish I could peel down that thong, leave you in just those very sexy stockings and heels. Did I mention that I would be peeling it off with my teeth? Just so I can sneak in a smell of you as I draw them past your..."
"Oh..." breathless with anticipation now.
Another chuckle.
"Then return to the silky skin left exposed. Your perfect breasts, a little nip at each pink, erect nipple." My hand drifted inside my corset to said nipple, stroking it to the requested state.
"A suckle, too, of course, couldn't go without the taste of them, of your sweet skin."
"Oh..." I'm moaning now.
"I hope you are playing with them for me, Bella."
"Mm-hmm."
"Good. Can you slip that hand around, cup your breast for me, tell me how it feels." Oh, god, this is...this just is. I undo the hooks and eyes on the front of the corset, let it fall to the floor, and do as he asks, my breathing particularly unsteady.
"Warm, and heavy." I murmur.
He groans.
"Exactly the way I imagine. And soft, of course, silken and creamy. I wish I was sliding my hands down from there now, to your hips, the curve of you perfect derriere, squeezing, pulling you into me. Right into my erection, pressing it into you. What do you want me to do with it?"
Oh...ohohoh.
"What do I wish, or what do I really want right now?"
He made a noise which could have been another low laugh, but it was mingled with a moan, so I couldn't be certain.
"Both." He ground out.
"I want you to touch it for me...do what I would do if you were here. Stroke it, play with it. I love the feel of it, the velvet covered iron. I wish I could follow up on my hands with my mouth, lick you from base to tip, take all of you I can into my mouth, right down my throat..." another moan.
"I'm doing what you want. In return, I expect the same from you. I want you hands where I would love mine. I want to hear how wet it is."
I peel my thong off, kick it away when it falls to my ankles. I recline on our bed, and put my hand down there.
"It's dripping. All down my thighs..."
Another groan, this one sounding agonized.
"Play with yourself, let me hear." I do. I find the spot that is so sensitive and rub, softly at first.
I whimper into the phone, and I hear his intake of breath.
"God, Bella...what I would do to you..."
"What?" I'm pleading now, and my manipulations are getting faster.
"I would put this massive thing I am holding right into you, hard." I gulp, gasp, squeal; I'm not exactly sure.
"I would have a good firm hold on your hips while I push myself into you, I might even roll you over, take you form behind."
I love that. I slip one finger in.
"You would be on your hands and knees for me Bella, while I'm thrusting into you." A brief pause, his stilted breathing. "Oh god, Bella, just the thought, I think I'm going to cum."
"Oh, yes." I moaned, another finger sliding into myself. "Oh, god, so am I."
"I can almost hear the wet sound of me fucking you, Bella, shit."
So could I, though I think it was either me...or him...
"Oh fuck, Bella, I'm going to cum, I'm going to lose my hot, sticky, ..."
I faintly hear him call my name, but I am finding my own crest at the same time. I moan, thinking of him, imagining what there would be to see right now, and whimper his name as I am thrown into another universe, panting and sweating.
It takes us a while to slow our breathing. Then he surprises me.
"I can't be away from you any longer, Bella. I'll be home tomorrow."
Ok, so I have had some requests to extend this from a one shot, and I am considering...please review and cast your vote on that. If enough of you want it, then I will have to oblige.
