A/N: M rated for a reason!

(never writing such a thing again and if anyone asks it wasn't me :P )


Chapter Twelve

She looked around then closed her eyes asking herself one more time what she was doing, but her hesitation didn't last longer than a few seconds.

"Could you give me a minute to go up to the bedroom first?"

"Of course, but please hurry."

Diane wished to reply with a mocking remark, but she figured it would be best not to spoil his mood now that she was feeling the urge as well. The urge to let his voice guide her to do whatever he wanted her to do, as if he had been there to do those things to her. It was an insane idea, but there was no way back anymore. She ran up the stairs, went straight to their bedroom, closed the door and walked up to the bed in the dark. She lay on the sheets and held the phone to her ear again.

"Still here?" she asked, part of her probably wouldn't have minded if he had hung up already, but the reassuring answer came rather fast.

"I'm lying here, waiting for you."

She felt a slight shiver due to his tone and a sudden longing to touch herself, which she successfully resisted. It felt like torture to lie there like that, to have him only on the other end of the line, 2000 miles away. She wanted to be with him so badly, to feel his body next to her, his hands and his lips on her body.

"What do you want me to do?" she stopped her line of thoughts with her own question.

"Take off your bra," he whispered the same request again and she didn't hesitate long this time.

"Just a sec," she dropped the phone and got rid of his shirt first, then she unclipped her bra and took it off, tossing both pieces of clothing on the ground, "Done," she said into the phone again.

"Now touch your breasts with your hand, run your fingers on your skin, massage them the way I'd do."

Before she knew it her other hand obeyed his wish and she was massaging her own breasts, while her eyes shut closed, she didn't dare to look at what she was doing.

"I wish you were here," she moaned as she started to indulge in her own touch on her skin.

"I wish I was there to kiss those desirable breasts of yours," she heard him say.

"I want you to kiss them, my nipples are longing for your lips," her answer followed so naturally that her own sentence nearly frightened her.

"Feel my lips on you, they are kissing your skin, making it burn."

"Yes, I am burning, burning for you," she said uncontrollably as her hand continued to wander around her chest and she felt her skin burn underneath.

"You should go further with your hand, you should reach under those pants, in your panties. Are you wet?"

Diane did as he said without thinking and was surprised by her own wetness. It was clearly insane that he had this effect on her through the phone.

"I am," was all she could say and she pulled out her hand just as quickly.

"I can't be there to make you come, you have to do it on your own."

"This is insane" she said it out loud this time.

"You tell me, I just hear you moan and imagine you lying there and I'm so turned on, but you have to come first."

"I'm doing my best," she sighed and with her eyes still closed she reached under her panties again. Guiding her fingers through her own vet she pushed two of them inside and let out a moan.

"Please don't stop," he encouraged her and she continued pushing in and out until she couldn't control her groans anymore and dropped the phone in the end as she reached a rather satisfying orgasm.

"I'm back," she grabbed her phone again, smiling and turned to her side, pulling the blanket on her, "It's your turn now. Where should we start?"

"I need your hands, I need your lips, I need you," his voice was almost begging and she hurried to help him out, just like he'd done before.

"Just imagine that I'm there, exactly the way you want me to be. Do you want me to be on top?"

It was her first time, but she'd already gotten the hang of it and intended to help him to an orgasm like he'd done to her.

"You read my mind," she heard the satisfaction in his voice, which made her all the more determined.

"Are you still dressed?" she had only been focusing on herself, which had been rather selfish, but she intended to concentrate only on him from now on. Her hunger had been stilled, her sexual frustration had come to an end, now it was his turn.

"Yes."

"Then I'm gonna help you get rid of your clothes, but you need to cooperate," she ordered him in a calm manner like he had.

"Whatever you want," his voice clearly showed that he was on the edge so she changed her approach.

"It's about what you want."

"I want you to touch me," his reply sounded desperate.

"Where do you want to be touched?"

"Can I ask for anything?"

"Yes, anything you want," she said without hesitation.

"How I wish you were here!"

She didn't want to think, it wasn't the time for that, she needed to focus on making him come, there was no place for other feelings now.

"Your hand is my hand, just close your eyes and use your imagination."

"My eyes are closed, I feel you on me," he said with a fainted voice.

"I'm there. What do you want me to do?"

"Unzip my pants."