The Space Between Us | L.S

Prude

The vibrator was taunting me. As soon as I switched it to life, it rattled with a slow slither, teasing me. It was like an old fashioned show down, my eyes narrowed at the hunk of plastic and turned it back off. Ha! I won.

 In our entire relationship, Louis and I never partook in phone sex or really any sort of activity that would involve me dirty talking. It was just safer that way. 

"Wendy?" I heard Louis ask, and remembered that I was still had my phone wedged between my shoulder and ear. 

"Huh? Hi, I'm here."

"Ya ight'?" he asked, a hint of knowing in his voice. "We don't have to do this."

"No, I am good. Good to go, never been more ready." I bit my lip to stop my ramble of nonsense. He laughed at the other end before giving out a classic 'hmm' that through our previous time together, I understood as 'I know you're not but let's just test the waters'. 

"Turn it on." He said breathlessly through the other side of the phone. I obeyed instantly, being met with the familiar buzz. But rather than a taunt it came out like a purr. "Tell me what you think about? What's been getting you off since me?" 

I was tempted to name any of the men I had been with since, but why would I throw a grenade in to battle if I was going to be the only casualty? 

"Um, my mind." I replied awkwardly, not knowing how else to describe my imagination which has stuck by my side. Despite being a pretty introverted, reserved person — my sex fantasies were anything but reserved. Yet, I hadn't really allowed myself to think about them as of recent, I mean Morgan and I defiantly explored each others kinks but again it was just different than Louis. And I love and hated that. 

"Yeah? What's your mind thinking about?" He teased lightly, coaxing me out of my shyness. 

"Someone touching me."

"Someone?" He said with a hint of rasp, "Where is someone touching you?" 

I mentally slapped myself to stop being so prudish. "My breasts, my clit, anywhere." Well, that certainly wasn't prude-ish. 

"Touch your sweet nipples," He commanded lightly, "With our little friend." I did as he said instantly, placing the buzzing plastic against my nipple and gasping at the sudden invasion of pleasure. I had never been one for nipple play in the past but it almost set me over the edge instantly.

"Feel good?" 

I nodded before realizing he couldn't see me and verbally said my answer. 

"Move it lower now, slowly." he emphasized, "think of my hands on you, inching down your stomach." 

I let out an embarrassing noise that almost sounded like a grunt. 

"Now I'm moving to that cute little patch of pubic hair." Fuck, why was this so hot. The fact that he remembers my body so intimately, even down to the embarrassing parts of my body. I close my eyes, and imagine the cool toy is actually his heated fingers, the pads of his fingertips stopping just above my pulsing core. "What should I do with you sweet girl?" 

"Fuck! Anything?" I mumble, not opening my eyes to ruin the fantasy. 

"Mhmm, well I think I'll play with ya' a bit. Good girls are patient aren't they?" I nodded, not caring that he couldn't hear me. I didn't trust my own voice. "I'm touching your swollen lips, are they wet?" I didn't answer because I resisted his words late, my mind almost lagged because of the pleasure I was feeling. "Of course they are. You're always wet around me." I let the vibrator move in contusion with my body, anywhere but where I wanted it most. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don't think I could last much longer. "Are you touching yourself?" I finally found my voice. 

"Ya' think I have the control not to with those sexy little mewls 're letting out?"  My face instantly heated, and I opened my eyes. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, as I realized my vulnerable position. "Hey, it's good sweet girl. No need to think into it, just let go." he said, as if he was in the room with me watching me fidget. I closed my eyes again.

"Let go." He repeated, his raspy voice was had a deep timbre, the kind that always anchors me in the moment. I placed the vibrator onto my clit, and squeezed my eyes shut. It didn't take long for until my hips were bucking, and I let out a breathy moan of release. I listened as he grunt twice, letting out a few swear words. 

"Only a few more days." He finally said and I knew he meant till we could have sex. I let out an grunt of annoyance. The results could not come fast enough. Just like me. 

We stayed on the phone for a few more minutes, listening to our breath match each other in pace and rhythm. I forced myself to bid goodnight, knowing I had class early the next morning. But all I wanted was to fall asleep, his breathing lulling me to sleep. 

"Sleep." he coaxed, "talk tomorrow."