“Mmm hmm,” I softly moaned.
“Juls, baby. So sexy. Touch yourself harder, the way I would.”
I added more pressure, moved my fingers faster.
“Use your other hand to play with your tits.”
I put the phone on speaker and laid it next to me before I pinched and pulled my nipple with my free hand.
“That’s it, let me hear you.”
I moaned.
“Fuck, baby, I wish I was there to see this. Put your feet on the couch and drop your knees to the sides, so you’re open wide.”
I complied and slid two fingers in. I groaned in pleasure and frustration. I wanted Dylan’s thick, long, callused fingers.
“I want to see you just like this. I want to hear you come.”
Shit. He was listening. He wanted to hear me. I moaned, but it sounded fake even to me. I moved my fingers faster, chasing the sensation that I was starting to lose.
“Stop thinking, Juls. Just feel. Listen to my voice, and do what I say.”
How did he know? Even over the phone, I was messing it up.
“Close your eyes, baby. Make yourself feel good. I wish I could see how sexy you look right now. Are your legs still open? Keep them open for me. I bet your pussy is glistening. I want to lick it, to suck up the juices that are flowing for me. Flick your clit, faster, harder, keep going.”
I followed his directions, touching myself in a way I never had before. Never this wildly.
“That’s it, baby, keep going, more. Now press hard on your clit, move your finger over it in hard little circles.”
“Dylan! God, I’m so close, I need to come.”
“Keep going, harder, don’t stop until I tell you to. More.” Dylan was breathing hard.
“Are you jerking off?”
“Of course. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Come, baby. I’m close and I want to come with you.”
Holy shit. That pushed me over the edge. I moved faster, harder, making all kinds of incoherent sounds. It had never, ever been like this when I got myself off. It usually just relieved a little of the pressure. This time, though, I was going to come for real. Any second now. I closed my eyes, seeing Dylan’s sexy face. Imagining his hands on me, in me. Jerking himself off next to me.
I was going to come.
I leaned up, pressing my fingers inside as deep as I could get them, working over my clit at the same time. I pinched my nipple hard. Oh, yes, that did it! I moaned into the phone as my body thrummed and pulsed. “Dylan!”
“Right here, baby.” Dylan groaned between his words, and then he said more, but I couldn’t hear him over the orgasm roaring through my body.
I sank back into the couch, the breath whooshing out of me as my body relaxed.
“That’s it, keep touching yourself. Pretend I’m there, milking you for more.” He blew out a harsh breath. “I want to kiss you so badly right now, I want to feel you moaning in my mouth.”
Following his orders not to stop until he said, I didn’t move my hand away. I languidly ran my finger over my slit, closing my eyes and relishing the sensations still running through me.
“That was amazing, Juls. I don’t know how I’m going to make it another two days before I can see you again.”
I sighed in agreement.
He chuckled. “Are you still touching yourself?”