"Yes. Wanted to make it clear just how hard you make me."
"Right now? You're hard right now?"
"I'm thinking about fucking you, aren't I? In this hotel room, if you were here."
There's a breathy sigh on the other end. "I've never done this before."
"It's not hard," I say. "Well, one thing is. But it's just you and me talking. We've done it plenty of times before."
Her voice is low. "I'd want to take you in my mouth. Right there, in the hotel room, after you undo your zipper."
"Jesus Christ." I wrap my hand around my liberated cock, imagining my familiar fingers are her warm mouth, and start to stroke slowly.
"You'd groan just like that, too."
"I'd have to stop you eventually, too. Or I'd come from that alone."
"That would be okay," she says.
I stop my stroking, biting the inside of my cheek to hinder the dizzying sensation at the base of my spine. She can't talk about me finishing in her mouth. Not when I haven't even undressed her in this fantasy yet.
"Spitfire," I say, "if you think I'm not worshipping your body the first time we fuck, you have another thing coming."
"Oh. Wow."
"I'd undress you slowly. Kiss my way down your body. Suck on your nipples. Fuck, I'd do that for a very long time too. Slide a hand inside your panties. Would you be wet?"
"Yes. I… yes."
"Are you wet now?"
The line goes quiet on the other end, nothing save for her breathing. It's heavier than before. The single-word answer I receive makes my hardness twitch.
"Fuck."
"Carter?"
"Yes, Audrey?"
"You're touching yourself right now. Aren't you?"
I chuckle. "Yes. I want you to do the same, if you'd like."
"All right. I'm… okay."
"Tell me what you're doing."
Her voice is like velvet, smooth over my skin and sending goose bumps down my arms. I pump myself harder. "You go first," she says.
"I'm stroking myself, thinking about you," I say. "What I'd do if you were here in this bed with me. How incredible you'd look, after I'd slide your panties down your legs. How good it would feel when you'd let me fuck you for the first time."
"For the first time," she repeats. "There'd be many?"
"Do you doubt that?"
Her breathing speeds up. "No. I can see it."
"You can, can't you?"
"Well… I'm touching myself too."
"Where?" I demand. Something hovers at the edge of my vision, threatening to turn it dark, I'm so turned on. Images of her flicker in my head. In that dress at the ball. Teasing me in the back of my car. Eyes burning with passion as she tells me off for laying off her colleagues.
The shape of her in that dress. What she'll look like underneath it.
And most of all, how it'll feel to have her beneath me. To be inside her.
"I'm touching my clit," she says, and there's just a tiny hint of embarrassment. It heightens everything. She hasn't done this with anyone. Doesn't do it often. And here she is trusting me with it.
I groan, my fingers gripping my cock so hard it's almost painful. "That's it. Do you have your legs spread?"
"Yes. Knees bent, too."
"Did you take your panties off or just slide them to the side?"
"To the side," she murmurs. "God, Carter, I can't believe we're doing this."
"Don't think at all," I tell her. "Just close your eyes. Can you do that for me?"
"Mhm."
"Imagine it's me between your legs. My tongue against your clit. I'd push you down on this hotel bed and I wouldn't let you up again until you're screaming my name."
"Oh my god."
"Slide your finger down. Fuck yourself for me."
We're quiet for a few long beats, if quiet is the right term. My breathing is labored and hers comes in small pants. The sound is right there, in my ear. I imagine she's panting against my cheek as I drive into her. She'd have her legs around me. Fuck, and she'd be sweet, and mine, and I'd-
"Carter," she whispers. "I can come."
She says can, not will, and something tightens in my chest. "Then come."
"Will you stay on the line?"
"I'd rather die than hang up."
"Talk to me," she says.