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September 12 - 13
"What are you wearing?"
I laugh into the receiver because it sounds so ridiculous.
"Come on baby, I miss you. I want to hear you…play with me…"
And because there is almost nothing I won't do for you, I give in. But not without teasing you a little.
"Play with you? I'd love to Edward, but you're not here. You're not here for my birthday…" I pout into the phone, wishing you were beside me and not across the country where your boss sent you at the last minute.
I hate him.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I'll make it up to baby, I promise…" and I feel guilty because I know you hated leaving me at all this week, but I know you had no choice.
I turn on my back on our King bed and move so that I am lying on your side.
"I know, Edward. I just wish you were here…" I sigh and close my eyes, imagining you with me.
"I know, love. I wish I was there too…"
Then silence.
I hear you rustling around on your end and then the faint sound of you loosening your belt…
"What are you doing?" I giggle; suddenly shy even though this is not our first time doing this.
"I told you babe, I miss you…"
And just like that I am wet.
Knowing that you are thinking of me and touching yourself makes me so wet.
"So…what are you wearing?" you repeat, but this time, your voice is decibels lower and so damn sexy that the way you say it makes me want to wear nothing.
So I make sure that I'm not.
I take off my shirt and rid myself of my panties and now I am naked on top of our sheets.
"Nothing baby, I'm not wearing a thing."
"Unghhhhhhhhhhh, my sweet girl…" I can picture you gripping your hard length in your strong fist and it makes me squirm in our bed.
My left hand ghosts over my breast and the Platinum band on my fourth finger feels cool against my skin and it makes my nipples harder.
"Are you touching yourself, baby? Are you thinking of what you want me to do to you?"
"Oh, yesssssss…" I hiss, my right hand wandering, dipping my middle finger inside my slit.
"Tell me baby, tell me what you're doing…" before I get a word in, you continue, "Are you touching that sweet hot pussy, Bella? Are your fingers inside, wishing it was my cock ramming into you?"
Fuck fuck fuck – so fucking dirty…
"Yes, Edward, Yes…I want you…" I moan, wishing so much that it was you fucking me instead.
"What do you want baby? Say it…out loud…"
Your voice, it's so demanding, it makes me purr…
"I want you, only you Edward…" my voice full of longing,
"I want your hot…
mmmmmm…
thick…
argh…
cock…
in my tight…
ahhhh…
wet…
ungh…
pussy."
"Holy fuck, yes…" you grunt, your breathing is heavy over the line.
"I want you to watch while I ride your cock…I want to see your face while you watch where we're connected." I'm getting close now, the tiny coil in my body tensing and ready, "I want you so bad, baby…"
"Yes, Bella…I can't wait to get home and taste your juicy pussy, would you like that baby? I wanna bury my face in your heat…"
God I fucking love you…
Your breaths are fast and getting louder, the sound of your movements giving me tingles.
My legs are tensing and I arch my breast into my hand, I drip with my craving for you. You get me so wet even hundreds of miles away.
"And after you explode in my mouth…I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I'm gonna make you cum again…all – over - my - cock…"
"Mmmmmmmmm…yes…yes…yes…Yes!"
"Ungh…Bella…fucking hell…so good…"
I'm lightheaded, I'm sated, and I miss you so much.
You keep me on the phone until after midnight to wish me "Happy Birthday" and promise to call me after your meeting tomorrow.
Xxx
I spend the afternoon with the girls, they take me shopping and we have one too many cocktails at lunchtime.
I'm cranky because the only correspondence from you comes in the form of texts. I try to call but it goes to voicemail.
I know you'll call me when you can.
When I get home it is barely past twilight and I opt to retire for the evening.
Lying in our bed, I recall your heavy breaths, your dirty words and detailed promises.
I am bare between the sheets because it's what we do when you're home, and even though you're not, it makes me feel closer to you.
Xxx
I think I can smell you, but when I pry my eyes open, the darkness out the window tells me it's not yet morning.
I shift and re-adjust the blankets and that's when I feel you.
You're warm…and hard…
You kiss me softly on the lips and the sweet contact unleashes my greed for you.
You pull back and blanket me with your body, visions of our conversation play in my head.
The way you smile at me tells me you are thinking the same. Even in the dark, I see how your eyes are consumed with desire.
You push the thin sheet off of us and using only your tongue, you lick a hot wet trail straight down to my center.
You fulfill your promise of making me come apart, your clever mouth doing things to me you know I love.
When you make your way back up my body, I am frantic with obsession; I need you inside me, filling me, overwhelming me.
I urge you on your back so I can straddle you.
You watch me as I move on top of you, skin on skin.
I lift slightly to grip you in my fist, pumping your length and earning a grunt and sigh in response.
I align our bodies and lower myself on to you – ever – so – slowly.
"Heaven…" you whisper.
You grip my hips and guide me in my movements and I arch my back, thrusting out my breasts.
You lick your lips as you watch me bounce and I know you want to taste the hard pink peak that is teasing you.
Instead I cup them for you; I knead at the heavy curve and pull at the painfully hard nipple.
You grunt and hold me tighter, coaxing my body to ride you harder, faster, deeper…
So I do.
I moan your name because I'm so close to reaching that summit, that grand explosive sensation, that only you know how to deliver me to.
Then my name escapes your lips in a whisper, a prayer, a promise.
Your hands release my waist and reach for mine.
We braid our fingers together, tightly grasping at the touch we've missed over the long week apart.
You raise your body off the mattress and capture my mouth with yours, our hands still cemented.
We kiss with abandon, our tongues gliding…taking…giving…
And that's how we explode.
Connected, in every way possible.
You fill me with days of stored up need and I milk your need with my own.
I collapse onto you, heavy, sated, alive.
You lift my chin between your fingers and we kiss again deeply, making me think the night is just beginning.
I lose myself in you, in your taste, I've missed you so.
You are the best present.
"I love you, my sweet beautiful girl."
For emtx3015 - where would I be without you? Not reading FF of course...and what a sad world that would be - Happy Birthday week ;)
To Bethroann for beta-ing while coughing up a lung.
To ShemarLovingSuperstar who prereads the dirty and wants more of it.