"Come on babe", I coo, trying to egg him on. I can tell in his voice he has a lot on his mind and this is the only way I know how to distract him. "I'm unzipping my jeans", I say to him as I do it. "I'm sliding my hand under my g-string... Fuck I wish I was there so you could take this off for me.", I moan softly as my hand moves between my legs. "The thought of you sliding them down my legs is already making me wet Carter".
Carter inhales sharply. "I'd do more than just take them off", he says, his voice darkening.
"Oh yeah? What would you do then?", I ask seductively.
"I'd reach between your thighs and rip them off you, just like I did to the other pairs", he says reminding me of our filthy nights. My cheeks flame at the thought.
"Then I'd have to bend over and let you fuck me from behind", I whisper.
I can hear Carter's breaths getting faster.
"Am I making you hard baby?", I ask, my voice low and smooth.
"Fuck yes", Carter replies.
"Is it in your hand?", I ask him.
"Mmhmm"
"Stroke it baby. Stroke your cock as if it was me doing it", I demand in a hushed breathy tone.
Carter moans making my nipples harden.
"Ooohhh, that sound made my nipples hard baby", I moan again. "Do you want me to touch them?"
"Yea", is all he can seem to get out.
With my free hand I lift my t-shirt and pull a bra cup down freeing my right breast. The pad of my index finger and thumb pinch my nipple causing a louder moan to escape my lips. "I'm imaging it's your mouth. Biting and sucking.", I continue.
The fingers of the hand between my legs slip through my folds. I'm wet and horny and wish more than ever that Carter was here fucking me instead. I push them deeply into my slit.
My breath catches as I pinch my nipple again, at the same time rubbing circles on my clit before pushing my fingers back inside.
"I'm so wet Carter"
The sound of Carter's breathing and what I'm picturing in my head is so fucking hot. I slowly begin to finger fuck myself.
"Oh Carter I'm already close", I moan quietly as I feel my orgasm building.
"Me to baby", he says back breathlessly.
I can hear he's getting close as well.
"Oh Carter", I moan again. "I wish I was bouncing on your cock".
Carter gasps and I know my filthy words have tipped him over the edge. The sound of him cumming on the other end of the phone pushes me over too.
"Oh yes Carter", I moan out his name as my orgasm rolls over me.
"Woah", Carter says once we've both steadied our breaths.
"Yeah", I agree as I adjust my clothes and pull my duvet over my legs.
"Fuck I miss you", he says.
"I miss you to babe", I say back.
Silence lingers for a moment.
"Are you okay?", I ask.
"Yeah..."
"You sure?", I press.
"Amelia please don't push it right now. Can we just talk about it tomorrow and not ruin the moment we just had?", Carter asks. His tone has dropped and he sounds so sad suddenly.
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Life & Love of the Tormented
RomanceAmelia Black is an angsty, music loving, 24 year old who has just started a Photography Major at Griffith University in Brisbane, Australia. She thinks she has herself and her life figured out, that's until she meets Carter. The sweet, gentle man...