She bites her bottom lip.
“One.” I wait at least ten seconds. “Two.”
“Please,” she whispers.
I smirk like the devil. “Waiting for that next number, aren’t you?”
She slows her pace, nearly straining as my orgasm builds like a storm at sea.
Her back arches off the mattress. When I see she’s stranded on the very edge, I wait five more seconds, then speak.
“Three,” I tell her.
She groans out, and I can’t hold back my release any longer. The orgasm crashes over me, and I forget that I’m not alone as I moan out. Ropes of thick, hot cum spill all over my stomach. Her body convulses as she cries out. Her fingers stay buried deep inside her pussy. Watching her come apart on-screen, hearing her moan my name, knowing she’s watching me do the same—it wrecks me. We’re desperate, needy, as the sexual frustration pours out through our phones.
“Julie.” I groan, my vision blurring as I ride out the wave of pleasure.
Her breathing is ragged, body still trembling as she looks at me. “That was …” A satisfied smile lingers on her face. “Incredible. Thanks for busting my phone-sex cherry. I want to do it again.”
“Right now?”
She laughs. “Um … no. But that’s an option?”
“Yes,” I say, chuckling. “I aim to satisfy even the greediest of girls.”
“Oh my. You’d better stop, or I’m coming over tonight.”
“It’s too late for that. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She gives me an adorable pouty face. “Do we have plans?”
“No, but I have a fall bucket list item I want to check off, and I thought you’d be a good person to ask to join me.”
“Oh, where?”
“You’re so damn pretty,” I say, grinning. “The apple orchard.”
“I love Coleman’s. I would love to join you.”
“Do you have to work?” I ask.
“Not tomorrow. It’s my day off.”
“Great. I’ll pick you up around lunch. Let’s go on a picnic.”
“Aw, I’m excited,” she says, then tries to hold back a yawn. “Sorry.”
“You should go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“I’m not ready to say goodbye yet.”
“You don’t have to,” I say, cleaning myself. I walk to the dresser and pull out a pair of joggers. “I’ll be here until you drift off.”
“Okay,” she tells me, turning onto her side, propping the phone up on a pillow.
I climb into bed, imagining lying next to her, holding her, and smelling how pretty she is.
Julie closes her eyes. “Tell me about your first love.”
