That’s impossible right? To miss something that isn’t even yours?
But I’m lying in his bed, pretending my touch is even remotely as good as his, while I wait for him to call and tell me where he hid the vibrator he bought me, and all I can think about is how much I wish he was here with me.
I’d trade all of these sexually chargedfeelings for his arm wrapped around me in a second.
But then, my phone buzzes, and his simple,I am heading back to my hotel room now. You’d better be in my bed naked by the time I get there, reminds me that I’m allowed to feelthis waytoo.
I slip my hand to my opening, lube up my fingers, and start absently stroking my clit while I press record on an audio message.
“You’d better hurry, Nathan. I don’t know how much longer I can take my own fingers.” I pause, slipping two inside myself and moaning for emphasis, then continue, “You promised me a toy. Don’t make me wait.”
I hit send, then bite my bottom lip as I use the wetness to slowly stroke over my clit. I’m imagining the taste of his voice over the phone when I get a text.
Nathan
What is that?
Claire
An audio message.
Are you alone?
Probably don’t press play unless you’re alone.
I send him a wink-face and the side-eye emoji, give him the twenty-seconds that the audio file contains, and slide my thumb across my phone to answer his call.
“Hey.”
“Younaughtygirl.”
Oh. Ilikephone-Nathan. He growls.
I giggle.
“I’m sorry, amIthe one who purchased a sex toy?”
“No, but youarethe one who sent a dirty little voice clip.” He grunts, and I close my eyes and picture him adjusting himself. “I’ll be expecting those more often from now on.”
“Yes sir,” I say in a breathy chuckle.
“You’re making it awfully difficult to stay in this hotel room.”
“Come home.”
It’s the second time I’ve told him to come tomeby telling him to comehome. I think we both let that settle before I break the silence.
“So. You bought me a vibrator.”
“You mentioned once that you live in a house full of people and had to master a silent orgasm. I figured that meant no toys. I wanted to be the first person to give you that kind of pleasure.”
And here, I thought I was bringing back the sexual tension. How, exactly, am I supposed to callNathan buying me a vibratora “sweet gesture?”
“Now you’re making me want to wait to use it.”
“No, no, sweet Claire,” he says, his voice raspy, thick with want. “You do what I tell you with that toy, or I’ll have to torture you with it when I get home.”
“And what if I like the sound of that?”
