A short one, but hey, it has smut! So you can't kick my ass, it's a rule or something. More soon hopefully, as my muse won't be quiet! Let me know what you think – Heather

Chapter 36

I'm bored. Mind boggling, ass numbing, bored.

Aly's been gone three weeks. Ric's been gone three days. He went to Boston – business trip. Real estate stuff apparently, it's all to do with the new tax law about…smile and nod Stephanie, smile and nod

I speak to Aly everyday, as promised, on the phone or via email. I miss her.

It's only been three days, but I miss Ric too.

The I'm-sorry-Babe-but-I-have-to-go-please-don't-be-mad sex had been phenomenal, and I kept having flashbacks.

I was ordering meat at the Deli and the man had asked, 'Do you like it like that?' and I'd blushed ten shades of red and started stammering.

He'd been asking about the thickness of the ham slices.

Yeesh.

I was lying in our bed, in my thinking position, and I was, well…thinking. Not about anything earth shaking, but about Ric. Well I suppose Ric is pretty damn earth shaking – it's not an exaggeration to say he rocks my world.

I'm trying to think of a flaw, a weakness. Even Superman had kryptonite, but Batman? Nah. Even things that other people might see as flaws, like his possessiveness, I just didn't see them as faults. I loved the way he glowered when another man admired my legs, loved the way he put his arm round my wait and glared, screaming to the world that I was his.

It was late, so I got changed into my bedclothes i.e. nothing, Ric had gotten me into the habit of sleeping naked, I hadn't resisted too hard, I loved the feel of his body against mine; so smooth, so strong. I licked my lips, mmm, I did love to touch my man.

And thinking of him, miles away in Boston, I touched myself. I slid my hand underneath the sleek silk sheets, running my hand over my hard nipples. I spread my legs slightly, and my fingers slipped down to stroke firmly in slow circles against my aching clit.

I bit my lip, trying to stop my mewling gasps, I don't know why; there was no one to hear. My fingers stroked harder, rougher, and my hips bucked off the bed. I was so close.

My cell rang; na na na na na na na na na na Batman!

My right hand continued to stroke myself while my left hand struggled to answer my cell.

'Hey.' I managed to say, but my voice was deep and throaty.

He paused. 'Are you wet?' he asked, voice husky.

I balanced the phone between my shoulder and my head and I pushed two fingers of my left hand inside myself. Wet? I was soaked.

'Mmm.' I said.

He started talking to me in Spanish, his voice hoarse with desire. I had no idea what he was saying to me, so I just let his words and the sound of his voice wash over me, sending me to the edge, and pushing me over.

'Babe?'

I came up from my orgasm induced fog. 'Hmm?' I asked.

I could hear laughter in his voice as he said, 'You fainted again.'

'What? No I didn't!'

'Yes, you did. I was contemplating calling Tank to check you weren't drowning in the bath or something.'

'Good thing you didn't, I would have killed you; I'm in our bed. Naked.'

His breathing caught, 'Jesus, what you do to me.'

'Only good things, right?'

'Very very good things, but right now I wish I was beside you in our bed so I could push my hard cock inside your slick opening; slowly Babe, so slowly. I love it when you writhe, trying to push more of me inside you; I love the little helpless gasp you make. I love the feeling of you stretching to fit me, to take all of me inside you.'

Talking to Ric on the phone is an erotic experience; Ric talking dirty on the phone is…I don't know, they haven't invented a word good enough for it yet.

And I knew he was touching himself as he talked dirty to me, knew he was imagining doing what he was saying. Just listening to him, I could feel a second orgasm building.

Before Ric had left, he'd given me a dildo. At the time I'd thought it was a joke. Now I reached for the bedside draw and pulled it out: looking at it, I realised it was the same size, shape and colour of Ric. It was a copy of Ric's dick.

I teased my entrance with its head, and then I eased it inside me a fraction. I could feel my walls stretching pleasantly and I let out a moan.

'You're using the dildo.' Ric said, voice low.

'It's your cock,' I gasped out, 'it's a replica.'

'Not quite as good as the real thing, but I thought it might be helpful to you while I was away.'

'Mmm.' I said.

'Do exactly what I say Babe.' I moaned my assent. 'Push it inside you, slowly, only a few inches in. Now pull it back, until it's nearly out. Slowly push it in a bit further Babe. That's it. Now out. Push it in Baby, keep it slow.' I continued to obey his torturous instructions until finally his replica cock was buried to the hilt inside me.

'Now Babe,' he said. 'Cum with me.'

And we gasped each other's name as we came together.

'I love you, Rico.' I said, my breathing still ragged.

'I love you Querida.' He replied, his breathing not much better.

We talked for three more hours, well into the small hours of the night.

'I'll be back tomorrow evening.' He said, his voice full of promise.

'Can't wait.' I said, seductress voice making an appearance.

'Good. I want you naked in our bed when I come home Babe.'

'As long as you get naked too.' I said.

'Deal.' He laughed. 'Goodnight amante, dream of me.'

'Always.' I said, feeling my heart well up in my chest, 'I love you so much Ric, you're perfect to me. You're everything, you've made me so happy.'

'I'll spend the rest of my life keeping you that way.' He promised.

'I know.'

'I love you Steph.'

'I love you Ric, sleep well, dream of me.'

'Always.' He said softly.

I sat and listened to the disconnect tone for half an hour before I finally hung up.

I was so happy. So why did I have this feeling in my tummy like impending doom?