"Asher..." My name is a plea on her lips.
I stroke myself more slowly, fighting my own need. "Tell me what you want me to do to you when I see you next."
"Everything," she whispers without hesitation. "I want your mouth on me. Your hands. I want you inside me."
The raw honesty in her voice nearly breaks my control. "Fuck, Sunshine. You're gonna be the death of me."
"I need you so badly it hurts," she confesses, and I can hear the movement of her hand getting faster despite my command to wait.
"I know, baby. I know." I squeeze myself harder, my breathing getting ragged. "You're being so good for me. So perfect."
"I can't... I can't wait much longer," she pants.
"Neither can I." My voice comes out strained. "You close?"
"So close," she gasps. "Please, Asher."
"Let go for me," I whisper, my own control fraying at the edges. "I want to hear you fall apart."
Her response is a broken moan that shoots straight through me, and I know she's letting go. The sounds she makes—breathless gasps and my name on her lips—push me right to the edge.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, my own movements becoming desperate. "Let me hear you."
When she cries out, her voice muffled as if she's pressed her face into a pillow, I lose it completely. My release hits me hard, my back arching off the bed as I groan her name into the darkness.
We're both breathing hard in the aftermath, the phone line filled with nothing but our ragged breaths. I stare up at the ceiling, my chest heaving, trying to process what just happened between us.
"Jesus," I finally manage, my voice hoarse.
Her soft laugh is shaky, vulnerable. "That was..."
"Yeah." Still trying to catch my breath. "You okay?"
After a long moment, her breathing steadies, though it's still ragged. "I can't believe I just…"
"You're perfect," I say firmly. "Don't regret it."
She laughs softly, embarrassed and breathless. "You make me reckless."
"Good," I murmur. "I want you reckless with me."
"Asher." It's half a plea, half a warning.
I squeeze my eyes shut, the ache in my chest as sharp as the one low in my body. "You don't even know how much I want you. How much I've thought about this."
Her soft laugh trembles. "And what happens when the thinking turns into doing?"
"Then we deal with it," I say simply. "But tonight... I just want you to know how much I see you. All of you."
I hear her swallow. "What if we can't make it work?"
"Then we fight harder," I say simply. "Because I'm not letting this be just a fling. Not with you."
She doesn't answer right away, but I can hear the way her breath catches.
"Get some sleep, Sunshine," I whisper. "Dream of me."
"You too," she says softly. "Goodnight, Asher."