Long Distance Call
Erotic fiction by Michele London
“I miss you too, darling, of course I do. If I could get away early you know I would. I’d much rather be with you.”
“What a terrible time for a conference,” Molly said, shifting the phone to her other ear. “London must be miserable this time of year.”
“I grew up here, I’m used to the rain.”
“It’s sunny and warm in California.”
“And warmer still in your bed.”
Now it was Molly’s turn to chuckle. “That too. Of course, it’s also awfully lonely here all by myself.”
“But I’m here now.”
“On the phone,” she said. “That’s not the same.”
For a few seconds, there was silence on the other end of the line. When he spoke again, his voice had lowered to a conspiratorial tone.
“Have you still got that little toy of yours in the bedside table?”
“Yes. Why? Should I take it out? Should I make myself come over the phone for you?”
“You wanton little minx.”
“Oh no, this was your idea. But I like it. Rule number one, James – never jump to the main event first. I’ve got to warm up a little. I’m already only wearing my lingerie; before I called you I put on those sexy little lace panties you bought me.”
Molly turned the phone on speaker and set it on the table next to her head.
“Mm, the lace cups of this bra are so rough on my nipples, it’s already made them hard and sensitive.”
“Are you touching them?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m rubbing them through the bra, pinching them. Mm, now I’ve pulled them out of the bra, I’m pulling on them, hard. I love playing with my nipples, it feels so good. I wish I could have your teeth on them as well, I love it when you nibble at them.”
James sucked in a breath, and she heard the metal clank of his belt buckle being unhooked.
“What else do you love?”
“Are you touching yourself, James? You naughty boy. Stroking yourself to the sound of my voice.”
“I’m as hard as a rock, you little vixen.”
“Good, because I’m all wet for you. My hand is in my panties now, I’m warm and slippery, I can’t wait for you to use that toy on me.”
“Touch your clit for me. Rub some of that wetness all around.”
Molly ran a finger up the length of her slick folds and brought her moisture up to the sensitive nub of her clitoris. She hadn’t realized how ready she was until she touched it, and a spark of heat shot through her body and drew a sigh from her lips. James was starting to breathe harder, and Molly smiled to think of him, alone in his hotel room, getting turned on by the things she said.
“I wish it was your fingers,” she breathed, “touching me like this. You’re so good at making me come. I want your mouth on me, too, licking me and sucking on my clit until I come all over you. Would you do that for me, James?”
“You know I would. I love how you taste.”
“Would you like me to turn my toy on now? Should I slide it up inside myself and pretend it’s you, fucking me?”
“Oh god, yes.”
Molly moved her free hand to open the drawer of her side table and fished out the fleshy pink vibrator. It was right on top. She sucked the head into her mouth to wet the shaft, moaning into the silicon as its veins and ridges passed over her lips.
“Don’t worry,” she said into the speakerphone, “I’d much rather be sucking your cock.”
“Suck it again,” he rasped, “that’s right. Take my cock in your mouth, darling, deeper, taste all of it.”
Molly closed her eyes and hollowed her cheeks around the phallus, imagining it was James, his balls pushing up against her chin as she took all of him into her mouth.
“I want you inside me now, James. Are you still rubbing your cock? Don’t come yet, not until I’ve put this big, thick dick inside me.”
She clicked the vibrator onto the first setting, and a low humming started up her fingertips.
“I’m rubbing your head on my clit,” she said, “god, I’m so ready for you.”
“Slid me in, love. Slow, easy.”
She lifted her knees and widened the distance between her thighs. She let the toy linger for a moment at her opening, the gentle vibrations heating her sex and causing a rush of moisture to wet her already saturated folds. When she pushed the toy into her – slowly, as James had said – the fullness of the shaft and the shuddering of the motor sent a shiver of pleasure up her stomach, and Molly turned her head toward the phone and let out a moan of delight.
“You feel so good,” she said, starting to pulse the toy in and out with an easy rhythm.
With her free hand Molly pulled at her nipples, pinching them to send jolts of heat into her sex. James’s breathing was coming quicker now, and she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, and imagined him on top of her, pumping his cock between her legs and filling her up completely.
She turned up the dial on the toy and the vibrations increased, stronger and faster, and she wet her finger and began to trace circles around her swollen, soaking clit. The crest of her orgasm began to rise immediately. Her muscles tightened, her breaths grew short and fast, and Molly lifted her legs higher into the air and turned the toy up again.
“Are you nearly there, darling? I’ve been waiting for you. Don’t stop. Come for me. Come hard, loud, let it wreck you. God, you’re so damn hot…”
And then, suddenly, her whole body was vibrating, and the heat was consuming her and there was nothing else but the intense shudders shaking her legs and stomach and core. Molly clenched her knees around the vibrator and rode out the waves of her orgasm, forcing herself to stay clamped around the toy until a second shudder lifted her up, and she screamed out into the phone. She heard James coming too, his grunts of final satisfaction deep and heavy in her ear.
Finally, she could stand it no longer, and she clicked off the vibrator and lay still. Weak, she listened to James breathing, smiling at his obvious enjoyment of their little game.
Still panting, Molly eased the vibrator out. Her limbs splayed across the bed, she let her breathing slow and her eyes flutter closed in delicious exhaustion. Her clit was still throbbing, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body.
“Well that was nice,” James said.
She chuckled and picked up the phone again, pressing him to her ear once more.
“Not as good as the real thing, though.”
“I should hope not. Next time, I’m going to be the one using that toy on you.”
“Just like a man to need the remote.”
“Can I help it if I like to push your buttons?”
Molly burst into laughter at his ridiculous attempt at wit, and pulled up her bed sheets to slide beneath them, warm and satiated and sleepy.
Michele London is an author, editor, and romance consultant with Scarlet Girl. She is a regular contributor to Scarlet’s Letter and the archive of articles at ScarletGirl.com. She writes dark fiction and erotic fantasy, and dips into real-life tales of sexy for the lovely ladies as a Scarlet Girl pleasure party consultant in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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