“Did you touch yourself when you got home?”
There’s a quiet pause, and then I barely hear her. “Yes.”
“Did you cum?”
“Yes.” Her one-word answers are so soft.
I’ve opened the front of my jumpsuit and I’m stroking my cock to her breathy voice. “Do you want to find out what it’s like to cum on my tongue?”
“Oh god.”
“What will you do for me if I get you alone?”
Another long pause and I hear her swallow hard. “Anything you want.”
“Good girl,” I say and squeeze the base of my cock. “Don’t worry. I won’t fuck you in here.”
“Why not?” she asks quickly, her voice rising.
I have to hide a laugh as I speed up my hand. “So eager,” I tease. “I’m going to have you naked and under me when I pop that fresh cherry.”
“Kai.” When she says my name there’s a little whine on the end like she’s just as eager as I am.
“I want you to listen to what you do to me.” I put the phone next to my cock so she can hear me jerk off. It only takes a few strokes and I’m grunting my release. It’s shameful how quick I am, but all I have to do is imagine her in front of me, and it’s game over. “Now let me hear you do it.”
“I-I can’t.” She hesitates and I growl.
“Put the phone next to your slick cunt and let me hear those fingers in your sweet cream.”
“Shit,” she hisses, and a second later, I hear it.
It’s heaven to my ears as I close my eyes and absorb every note of the symphony she’s playing me. It’s obscene and filthy in the most erotic way, and my cock keeps on dripping. I can even hear her little mewls as she climbs higher to her peak. Her fingers move faster, and I’m imagining her juicy thighs stretched wide for me to see. Just when I don’t think I can take any more, she cries out my name, and her fingers slow.
“How can you do that to me without even being here?” I can hear the smile in her voice, and she sounds satisfied.
“Once I’ve got my hands on you, I don’t plan on ever letting go.”
“I like the sound of that.” Her voice is soft like she’s curled into the blankets. She’s probably tired after that release.
I’ll have to cum at least twice more before I’m able to get any rest. The sounds of her wet pussy are going to haunt my dreams until I can see it for myself.
“Tomorrow,” I say into the phone, and it sounds like a warning.
“Tomorrow,” she agrees.
“Good night, sweet Sienna.” My chest aches at the distance between us, but soon enough all will be right.