grneyedwench's blog: "a fantasy for myself..."

A small smile played on her lips and she exhaled the barest of sighs. “God, I love your lips. Their shape so makes me want to put my dick between them and slide in and out of your mouth.” His finger traced the outline of her smile and he realized just how hard he had gotten. But he wanted to do this for her. He drew his fingers down her body, moving the blankets to expose more of her, the other hand covering where he’d already been to keep her from getting too cold and waking up. The phone cradled on his shoulder, he philosophized, “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, how gorgeous I think you are? There are times, days, I can’t even think of you or my dick would stay hard. I surprised you the other night, didn’t I? Being just a little forward? The look on your face when I told you I was jealous of your damp underwear stuck to your skin… You were shocked and then hot when I told you to feel for the proof that what I said was true. I’m not very showy, but, damn, I want you.” His fingers kept walking themselves lower until he brushed just the trace of hair between her legs. She was usually either shaved or very trimmed. It always made him want, well, to be cliché, it made him want to lick her like an ice cream… As his hand moved over her skin, her legs shifted, allowing him access to her innermost parts. “Damn, sweet girl, even asleep you respond to me. Do you know what I’m going to do now? I’m going to lean over and kiss you, rigghhhtt…” He drew the word out as he laid his lips at the top of her cleft, “Right over top your sweet pussy. But you know one kiss is never enough.” This was starting to get serious. He pulled his shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans. He crawled up the bed to lay between her soft thighs. “Once I get this close…” his tongue swept up the length of her, opening her lips, “I want to taste you, swallow you, feel you come.” He used the tip of his tongue to draw slow circles over her clit. He knew it probably looked funny, the phone held between his chin and shoulder, one arm under a leg, the other over her, spreading her open so he could get better access. He started making faster circles, increasing pressure a little at a time. He felt her wake; her legs stiffened as she consciously realized what was happening and then relaxed. She dropped one hand on his head, her fingers tugging on his hair lightly as she moaned, “Oh, baby…” “I missed you tonight,” he rose up on one elbow, “I thought I’d show you how much.” He resumed his circling, pressing a single finger inside her so slowly he was driving himself crazy. Her breath caught in her throat as he added a second digit, rocking back and forth and making “come hither” motions. Her body started vibrating under his ministrations and it was mere minutes until he heard her breathing stop, her body tensed and a flood began that he was determined to catch every drop of. He continued stroking her, softly sucking her lips as her breathing returned to normal. He slipped up her body, carrying the phone with him and laying it on the headboard. It was still recording… He leaned in to kiss her, his face covered in her and she kissed back, lapping at his lips, cleaning him hungrily. “Am I dreaming?” Her voice was slightly slurry, as if she’d been the one at the bar, but he knew it was just the good orgasm still trembling through her. “I dream about you, you know, even fantasize about you… I wish you knew how much I want you, need you. I love you so much, but I love being naughty with you.” She nuzzled into his neck, pressing kisses there and nipping his ear lobes. He still had control of the situation, in theory; he hadn’t known when he’d started this phone call that it was going to end up as a confessional on both sides, but, hey, in for penny, right?

“After the beep…” As he pulled in the driveway, he picked up the phone on the car charger from the passenger seat. The message envelope loomed large… “What now?” The phone made its tell-tale chirrup as he flipped it open and hit the “one” button to call the voicemail. “You have one un-played message, 7:20 pm, today.” Crap, whoever it was, eleven o’clock was too late to call back, not to mention it had been a long night sitting around the bar… “Hey, baby, I just needed to hear the sound of your voice. I’ll see you, all of you, later.” He sighed; geez, he was late. She’d probably already had dinner and gone to bed. And by the sound of her voice on the other end of the line, she’d had plans for them tonight. He closed the phone, shut off the car, gathered his stuff out of the seat and made for the front door, clicked the button on the keychain to lock the car, unlocked the front door, got inside before the bugs that would drive her cats nuts got through the open door. He put everything down on the dining room table, saw the left-over pizza on the stove, smiled to himself thinking about how she always thought about him, no matter how many times he stretched the limits of his truth. She wasn’t in the living room, the light in the bathroom wasn’t on, but the TV in the bedroom was. He peeked in to see her sleeping form curled around his pillow; there was that silly smile again, looking at her. He turned around, went back to the kitchen, ate a couple pieces of pizza, grabbed a soda from the fridge, sat down on the couch and lit a cigarette. Flipping through channels, he noticed a red light glowing on top of the entertainment center. Her phone was lying there, charging, while she slept in the other room. He finished his smoke and his soda, crossed to the lighted phone, flipped it open and hit the power button, turning it off. If she wanted to hear his voice, he’d leave her a message she could listen to whenever she needed it. He hit the three key, her speed-dial number, her voicemail picked up immediately… After the beep, he started talking… “Hey… I guarantee you if you were awake right now I’d tell you how much I love you… Well, probably not, because we both know that’s something I don’t say often, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true. Thanks for the pizza and having the front porch light on and the cold soda and setting my alarm for me.” He walked down the hall toward the bedroom door. “You look so adorable, all asleep and cozy. Looking at you makes me want slide under the blankets with you. You’re probably all warm and naked…” His voice was low, so he didn’t wake her up immediately. The plan was making itself in his head as he talked, “Maybe I should double-check to see if you are naked under there. Yep, definitely warm and,” his hand touched her bare butt cheek, “very naked. Hm, what could I do with a naked you?” His hand massaged her cheek, outlined the very round shape of it. “Roll over for me, beautiful. Let me see you.” She mumbled a little in her sleep, but she turned anyway, her luscious little boobs slipping out from under the covers for the satisfaction of his eyes. He ran his thumb over one nipple, feeling it start to get hard under him. He leaned over, flicked just the tip of his tongue over it, said into the phone, “I love the way you taste. I want to take all of you in my mouth.” He locked his mouth over her nipple and tugged gently. She made a little noise in the back of her throat, still lost in her dreams, while he was living out a fantasy. “I’ve always wanted to come home and find you ready for me, hot and wet, playing with yourself. You already did that tonight, didn’t you? You just couldn’t wait for me and had to take care of yourself? Well, I’m here now. I’m going to give you what you want.” His voice breathed along her skin as he ran his tongue up the column of her neck, stopping to increase pressure just over the pulse there. He gave into an impulse and set his teeth into her skin just for a brief moment, long enough to hear her small noises again, but her breathing still hadn’t changed. “I’m feeling a bit like Prince Charming here, beautiful, with my Sleeping Beauty… What were those books that you liked that used that as the story? Those naughty books you like so much? My beautiful, naughty little girl…” That was spoken right into her ear, hot breath and hotter sentiments penetrating her. “I’ve never told you, probably never would, but I’d swear I was a virgin until you. Oh, I’d had sex, probably more than my fair share, but never like you. Do you remember that day, you’d just gotten out of the shower and I couldn’t wait to have you even though we’d just gotten done, again, and I took your towel from you and bent you over the bed and took you from behind. I’d never done that before. I’d always wanted to, but… well, I don’t know, but I know that you bring that out in me. I’ve done things to and with you that I’ve never done before and the strange thing is that it’s all okay. Anything we do is okay because I love you and you love me and nothing is wrong.”