“Don’t you ever sleep?” he quarries gruffly when I answer. He already knows the answer is no.
“No, sleep is for children and old people.” I tell him airily.
He launches into his latest sexual conquest. I laugh when he tells me about the hard ride he’d given her. I’m starting to get a little excited. So I prod him for more details. As he talks I can feel my nipples get hard. He tells me how hard he gave it to her in his frenzy.
“It was her fault, she said “harder“, I just did what I was told.” He chuckles, he’s got a huge thick cock and a good pounding form him can leave you sore for days. I can feel myself getting wet, and my fingers wander to my clit. The thought of him pounding my pussy is really turning me on. I slide my finger into my wet hole and squeeze my pelvic muscles. I let out a tiny moan, like a sigh. He stops mid-sentence, and there’s a pause.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks suddenly.
“I’m thinking about how much I’d like you to fuck me.” I tell him bluntly. There’s a pause for a minute.
“Am I making you wet?”
“Yes.” I whisper. No point in lying he can tell anyway.
“I want you to rub your clit and think about my cock in you. Do you remember how I feel? “ He draws in a sharp breath and I imagine him stroking himself. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I groan at the memory of his cock stretching me out.
“Yes” I whimper.
“Mmmm….. I’m gonna rub your clit. Get you really worked up.” I rub myself for him while his breathing gets a little harder.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” My voice cracks and trails off. Pleasure was putting me at a loss for words.
“Now I’m going to see how wet you are. Just one finger, just a tease.” I imagine him again, stroking himself harder now. I love to get him off and the thought he’s jerking it is really turning me on. I slide in one of my fingers, wishing they were his hands. I whimper in desire and frustration.
“Please. Please.” I keep saying it, hoping he’ll give me what I want.
“Please what?” He purrs. “What do you want? I can’t give it to you if I don’t know what it is.” I can’t think clearly so I repeat my plea.
“What do you want?” He repeats. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes” I say sounding desperate. My climax has been building and I badly want more.
“Do you want my cock in you? Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you hard? ” I can almost feel
his breath on my neck as he asks.
“Yes, please, I do. I want you inside me. “ Again my words became senseless whimpering.
“Just the tip. That’s all you get for now. Just a tease.” He lets out a shuddering breath. “Oh God you feel good.” I groan in frustration, wanting him to give it all to me without mercy. I keep his pace though, teasing myself, while my climax builds. My pussy is soaking wet and throbbing.
“Kiss me.” He voice is rough and he‘s breathing hard. I imagine wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him. I let out a sigh, thinking about straddling him while our lips meet again and again. A moan escapes while I remember how he tastes.
“Do you want it all? Do you want me to fuck you hard?” He demands. My answer is somewhere between a moan and a whine. “I’m gonna go slowly, I don’t want to hurt you. God you feel so good. You’re so wet and your pussy is so tight.” He whispers, his voice shaky and breath coming hard. I slip my fingers in all the way, feeling a rush of relief as I’m penetrated deeply at last. It’s not even close to his cock but still satisfying.
“Oh fuck I love how good you feel. I want you to fuck me hard.” I demand in panting gasps. My fingers are working franticly while I listen to his heavy breathing.
“If that’s what you want. Put your legs on my shoulders. I’m gonna fuck you as hard as I can.” I’m using both hands now, teasing my clit while I press on my g spot. My moans ore coming faster now as my climax builds even more. He’s still breathing hard in my ear and he must be getting close too. Then my hips buck and my climax releases. Shuddering gasps are escaping me while I come, hard. “Oh, fuck yeah.. Oh my God.” I collapse on my back, spent. His breathing is getting faster and more uneven. His moans coming faster now, then they stop. My pussy is still quivering and my clit throbbing as I shudder from a few last surges of release. I’d soaked my fingers and the insides of my thighs. For a long minute we struggle for air, saying nothing.
“It’s late, I’m going to sleep.” He finally says. I chuckle a little.
“Typical man, all they ever want to do is sleep after sex.” I tease gently. He makes a noise of considering.
“You should be ready for bed now too.” He teases back. “I have to get up early.” He says firmly. I know there’s no arguing. I groan reluctantly.
“OK Fine. If you must. I guess I’ll let you go.” I mock sulking like a jilted lover. After a few more words we hang up. I do like our late night talks.