Virtually Perfect

“I’m naked, Rider, I took my clothes off, and I’m on top of my covers, thinking of you and what you are doing. I wish I was touching you. I wish I could wrap my hands around you. Slide my mouth over you. I want to taste you.”

She heard no words in response, just a masculine groan of appreciation. Still a little unsure, but encouraged, she continued.

“I’m touching my knee, running my fingers over the hollows in the back. The skin there is smooth, and so amazingly sensitive…up the inside of my thigh…I’m so hot, Rider, I’m wet already…just thinking about you, what you are doing….”

“Jesus, Nilla, I want you, baby, please, I need this, don’t stop….”

“Tell me what you want, Rider, tell me where you want me to touch, where you would touch me.”

“Lick your fingers, make them wet, then run them over your stomach. Think of me kissing you there.”

She did as he said, and arched up toward the little paths of fire that danced along her skin, imagining his touch.

The small, kittenish sigh that traveled across the line made him smile, and he refocused, running his hand over himself slowly, imagining her hands, and what they were doing, what he could make them do.

“Nilla, cup your breasts, your beautiful breasts. Are they aroused?”

“Oh yes, Rider…oh, that feels so good. I want to come…come with me….”

“Hey, not so fast,” he purred into the phone, gaining control from her loss of it. “We have time…roll over on your stomach, Nilla.”

Almost drowning in swells of excitement, she mindlessly rolled over, and set the phone on the bed. She rested her head on the receiver, freeing her hands.

“There, Nilla?”

“Mmm, hmm.”

“Good…the blankets are so soft, so warm from the heat of your body. Imagine me, Nilla, behind you—I want to rub myself on you, slide my cock along where you’re melting for me. Do that, Nilla, touch yourself there, and think of me pushing inside, sliding into your heat. I’m so hard, so damned hard for you. I wish I could be inside you, Nilla.”

He was quickly losing the ability to talk at all, spurred on by her increasingly passionate sighs and moans. He heard her chanting his name into the phone, and pumped himself harder, faster, feeling the blood pool in his lower stomach, his body going taut as he neared the edge.

“Nilla, now…stay with me…I’m almost there, Nilla!”

She had never been so gloriously lost in her life, consumed by the voice on the phone, the hands on her body that barely seemed to be her own. She could only think of him, his voice, his hands, somehow at once bringing himself, and her, to pleasure, and she slid her fingers inside herself, finding the sensitive spot she knew would send her over, her cries filling the room and traveling over the line to touch him on the other side.

“Rider, yes…oooooh! Oh, God…”

Jack nearly dropped the phone as he listened to her give in to the throes, his taut body bowing as he fell sharply into his own release.

Raine smiled, listening to his guttural, animal sounds, wishing she could see his face right at the most intimate moment. She basked in hearing him lost in his own orgasm as the pulsing warmth of hers receded. Lying in the darkness, spent, her heart pounding against the softness of the cover, she murmured gentle encouragements, just sounds. His breath was still labored, then slowed; he was saying her name into the phone over and over again. Her body cooled, and she pulled the covers up over her, turning onto her back. She couldn’t stop smiling.

“Rider?”

“Mmm. Nilla. Not quite back yet, sweetheart.”

She smiled, and kicked her feet on the bed a little, feeling amazing and powerful and feminine. Her body felt wired and relaxed simultaneously, and she couldn’t believe she had just had phone sex—really, really amazing phone sex. She laughed delightedly, making him smile.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing… I just feel so incredible. That was so much fun—I have never done that before.”

“Me neither. You inspire me.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t meet, maybe we should just do this.”

“No way, Nilla—no way are you getting out of this. Not now.”

Jack lay back, eyes closed. His body was a mass of conflict, at once sated and yet begging for more—for her, for real. Three more days.

“Yeah. And if this thing works out, Nilla, as they say, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”

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