"I'm pushing my hands against your chest." She closed her eyes before rolling on her stomach, turning her head as she put him on speaker phone. As the phone lay next to her, she continued, "I want to ride you. Please, let me ride you."
"No. Not yet. Take that desperation out on something else. On me."
"I'm grabbing your cock, sir. I'm using my hand to make you so hard that you can't help but need to fuck me right now."
"You know I can hold out long enough. How desperate do you get?"
She had no other choice, did she? "I'm sucking your cock now. If I can't have you in my pussy, then I'll have you in my mouth."
"Fascinating how you can talk with your mouth full of my cock."
She would have laughed under any other circumstance. "Maybe I don't have enough of it in my mouth, sir."
"Then take more," he said. "Take it all."
Monica swallowed, opening her throat as she pretended to take him deeper. If she thought about it enough, she could imagine deep-throating him, grabbing his base, and reveling in his intense taste as her tongue traced every inch of his erect cock. There was no need for finesse in her fantasy. She was capable of anything.I'm superwoman. I'm a fucking porn star.Monica was capable of some great feats in bed after decades of practice and desire taking over the best of her senses, but this was different. This was her proving a point to herself.
He grunted into the phone. Yes, Henry, join me in this moment.The next time he spoke, she expected him to sound as if he really had his cock fisted in his hand.
"Princess." He sounded like he needed to come as badly as Monica. "Make me come."
As she imagined swallowing his seed, Monica's entire body tensed up in anticipation. "I'm swallowing, sir. I'm getting it all down my throat, just like you asked me to."
He didn't say anything else. She had a feeling he'd stopped talking for the rest of this scene. Which meant she had to get creative in describing how much she wanted him and what she planned to do to him once they were together again.
"Now I'm rubbing your cock against my clit," she described, pushing two fingers against her again. "You're still hard even though you've already come." Not too farfetched from reality. They loved their marathon sessions when they could schedule the time. "God, I need you so badly." She felt empty without him. And even though she swore she tasted his seed on her tongue, she wanted more. "I'm going to ride you now, sir. I need your cock inside me. Fuck, I need it so bad."
He said nothing. That was his implicit approval.
Monica lifted her hips off the bed and rubbed herself against her hand, imagining the weight of Henry on top of her. His presence consumed her, making her feel safe and secure despite her dire situation. She knew that he would do everything to protect his family.
As she continued to describe what she was doing to Henry, Monica couldn't help but get caught up in the fantasy. She imagined his strong hands gripping her hips, his teeth biting into her neck as she fucked him back hard and fast. At that moment, nothing else mattered except being with him and sharing this intense connection. Monica had never felt closer to anyone in her life than she did with Henry at this very second. She could almost feel his breath on her skin, his lips trailing kisses along her collarbone as he thrust himself deeper inside her.
As they reached their climax together, Monica moaned loudly, arching her back as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her entire body shook with desperate release. That was the power of fantasy, wasn't it?
When the moment passed, she collapsed on the bed, panting heavily.
Henry finally spoke again, still breathing heavily as well. "How are you feeling, Princess?"
"Better."
"Good. Now, get some sleep. You've got a long day ahead of you once you land."
She didn’t want him to leave her so soon. “No. Stay with me for a few more minutes. Please. As if you were really here. I want to fall asleep in your arms.”
“Funny,” he said. “I was thinking it would be nice if you were falling asleep in my arms.”
She rolled over again, bringing the covers up against her chin. “I love you so much. Promise me we’ll be together soon. All three of us.”
“Yes. I promise.”
She continued to lie with her phone beside her. She was silent, yet every so often she heard her husband clear his throat or say something like,“I love you,”or,“Goodnight, Princess.”Slowly, Monica closed her eyes and, lulled by the rumble of the airplane, fell asleep.
When she awoke a few hours later, the phone call had naturally ended and she needed to charge her device. She had just enough time to get back to 100% before landing. A voicemail waited for her from Henry.
“I’m about to get on our plane, Princess. The next time you see me, it will be with your daughter’s hand in ours.”
Monica didn’t cry as she thought of it. She got up, got dressed in her change of clothes, and did her makeup while staring in the bathroom mirror. The woman who got on this plane was a helpless, desperate mess. The one disembarking was a terror to unleash upon the world.
