UNCHARTED TERRITORY

A Distant Fire

The sharp trill of my phone cut through the lingering tendrils of sleep. I fumbled for it on the nightstand, my eyes still cemented shut. "Hey," I mumbled, my voice a low, gravelly rumble that always seemed to make her purr.
"Morning, sleepyhead," her voice, a sweet melody even through the phone, floated into the room.
"What were you doing up so early?" I asked, already shuffling under the covers, trying to find that perfect, nestled position. The scent of my pillow, faint and familiar, filled my nostrils. "Still in bed?"
"Yep," she hummed, a soft giggle following.
"Good," I sighed, pulling the pillow closer. "Stay there. Don't move. Wish I was there with you, tracing constellations on your skin." A pang of longing shot through me. "God, I miss your beautiful face. And that laugh."
"Video call?" she asked, her voice laced with an undeniable playfulness.
I chuckled, pushing myself up. "Give me a sec, gotta grab some water." I stretched, feeling the satisfying pop of my joints, and made my way to the kitchen, phone in hand. The cool tile beneath my bare feet was a welcome shock.
Once the video connected, there she was, her face still soft with sleep, hair tousled just right. "Well, hello there, gorgeous," I murmured, a genuine smile spreading across my face. She blushed, a faint rose blooming on her cheeks, and giggled, a sound that always made my chest ache in the best way.
Then, with a playful wiggle, off came her silk robe. My breath hitched. Her breasts, full and perfectly rounded, were an exquisite sight. I leaned against the counter, a silent admiration settling over me. I rubbed a hand over my face, a quiet smile playing on my lips. Some things never needed words.

"I see you, too," she purred, her eyes raking over me, making me feel every inch of my body. I grinned, running a hand down my muscular chest, feeling the defined contours, then lower, over my visible abs, and finally tracing the line of my V-shaped waist where my sweats dipped low. I caught her gaze, a silent invitation in my eyes.
"Missing these, are we?" I murmured, my voice a low growl, my fingers dancing over my skin.
She giggled, a playful glint in her eyes. "Maybe a little. But I'm sure I could find something else to occupy my hands with." She paused, her eyes dropping to her own chest, and slowly, deliberately, she began to toy with her nipples, her touch light and teasing. My breath hitched.
"Oh, you're going to make me act up, aren't you?" I chuckled, my blood starting to warm. "Because I'm looking at you right now, and all I can think about is what I'd be doing if I were there. My mouth on you, everywhere."
Her eyes met mine, fiery and uninhibited. "Tell me more," she whispered, her voice a sultry invitation. "Tell me exactly what you'd do."

"I'd start by kissing that sleepy look right off your face," I murmured, my voice dropping, feeling the familiar pull tighten in my gut. I leaned closer to the phone, as if that would somehow bridge the miles. "Then I'd trace every single curve of your body, from your neck down to your inner thigh, making sure you shiver with every touch." My eyes locked on hers, intense and hungry. "I'd make you forget about everything but my hands, my mouth, and how good it feels to have me right where you want me."
She let out a soft moan, her fingers still teasing, her head tilting back slightly. "You always know just what to say," she breathed, her voice a little breathless. "What then? Don't stop now."
"Then," I continued, letting a slow, wicked smile spread across my face, "I'd make sure you were wrapped around me, skin to skin, until we were both breathless and begging for more. And when you think you can't take it anymore, I'd give you everything." I watched her, mesmerized, as she bit her lip, her eyes darkening with desire. "Imagine my hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer, closer, until there's no space left between us."

I could see the heat in her eyes, matching the inferno building in my own. "And you know what I'd be doing right now if you were here?" I said, my voice husky. I placed my phone on the kitchen counter, leaning it against a cereal box, making sure she still had a clear view. My gaze never left hers as I slowly, deliberately, began to rub against my sweatpants, letting the soft fabric press against me teasingly.
A gasp escaped her lips, and her eyes widened just a fraction.
"I'd be tasting you," I continued, my movements slow and rhythmic, "making sure every inch of you was begging for me. I'd make you squirm, make you moan my name until your voice was hoarse. You'd be pulling at me, desperate for more, and I'd just keep teasing you, making you wait, until you couldn't take it anymore." I watched her, a predator's grin spreading across my face as her fingers tightened on her own chest. "Because that's what I miss the most, baby. That look on your face when I've driven you absolutely wild."
"And you'd be doing the same to me," she purred, her voice a little breathless, her eyes following the subtle shift in my sweatpants.
I let out a low chuckle, my gaze still locked on hers. "Oh, I know you would." My fingers, which had been idly rubbing the fabric, now slipped inside my sweatpants, my thumb brushing lightly against the growing hardness beneath. A soft groan escaped my lips, involuntary and raw. The cool air hitting my skin, the friction of my fingers, it was a dangerous game we were playing.
"God, you have no idea what you do to me," I rasped, my voice thick with desire. I watched her reaction, the subtle widening of her eyes, the quick, sharp intake of breath. "Just looking at you, knowing what we could be doing right now... it's torture, in the best way possible."
My breathing grew heavier, ragged in my throat. I placed my left hand on the counter for support, knuckles white, as my right hand continued its relentless rhythm inside my pants. Her moans, a soft murmur at first, grew abit louder, a sweet symphony to my ears. She was a vision, her hands now stroking over her tummy, then dipping lower, revealing the delicate lace of her panties.
"God, you're so good," I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. "You know exactly what I want. That's it, show me everything." I leaned closer to the phone, my gaze devouring her. "I want to taste every inch of that lace. I want my tongue all over you, baby. Right there. Just like that." Each word was a raw expulsion of the desire coiling tighter and tighter within me. "You're driving me fucking wild. Look what you do to me. You tease. You absolute tease."

The words tumbled from my lips, raw and unfiltered, as my hand worked its magic. Her moans grew louder, a direct correlation to the pleasure that was building within me. My eyes devoured the sight of her, the way her hands moved over her body, the teasing glimpse of lace.
"You like that, don't you?" I rasped, my voice a low, gravelly whisper. With deliberate slowness, I began to slide myself out of my sweatpants. The soft fabric gathered at my thighs, then my knees, revealing more and more with each agonizing inch. Her breath hitched, her eyes glued to the screen, watching my every move.
Finally, with a soft whoosh of fabric, my sweats dropped to my ankles, slowly revealing my lengthy shaft and wide girth.
A sharp gasp escaped her lips, followed by a soft moan that reverberated through the speaker. Her eyes, wide and dark with desire, drank in the sight of me. I could feel the heat radiating from the screen, mirroring the inferno that consumed me.

"Oh, Kevin," she breathed, her voice a fragile whisper, laced with pure longing. Her fingers, trembling slightly, went to the delicate lace of her panties. My eyes widened, riveted to the screen as she slowly slid the fabric to the side, revealing herself to me. Her wetness, raw and openly exposed, gleamed in the light, an undeniable invitation.
My breath hitched, a guttural sound tearing from my throat. I planted my right hand firmly on the counter, making a fist, then engulfed my shaft in it, the heat and pressure a dizzying sensation. My gaze never left hers as I began to slowly move my hips, imitating the thrust and rhythm of taking her. My left hand found its own anchor on the counter, knuckles white, as the pleasure intensified from the fist engulfing me. Every pump, every imagined inch, was for her.

Her hips began to move too, a slow, sensual grind against the unseen barrier, as she rubbed her swollen lips, her gaze never leaving my hand working its magic. Her moans grew louder, raw and unrestrained, and the sound fueled the fire in my veins. My own moans joined hers, guttural and deep, a primal duet that echoed through the phone. Each of my sweet sounds caused her to moan even louder, an intoxicating feedback loop.
"God, fuck, yes," I grunted, my voice thick with pleasure and desperation. "You like that, don't you, Rilley? You fucking love it."
"Kevin! Oh, Kevin!" she cried out, her voice a desperate plea that twisted something delicious in my gut.
I kept thrusting slowly, teasing, pushing deeper into my fist, my hips moving in a rhythmic dance that mirrored the act of possession. "Fuck, Rilley," I groaned, my eyes locked on hers, seeing the same desperate hunger that consumed me. "You're so fucking wet, I can practically taste you from here. God, I want you so bad. Right now. Open for me, Rilley. Just for me." Every curse, every dirty word, was a testament to the absolute control she had over me, even miles apart.

Our virtual foreplay escalated, each sound, each movement, a tangible link across the distance. My hips continued their slow, deliberate thrusts into my fist, mimicking the deepest penetration. "You feel that, Rilley?" I grunted, my voice raw with exertion and pleasure. "Imagine this, but inside you. Filling you up."
Her head was thrown back, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Oh, Kevin," she whimpered, "More. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Her own hand was a blur against her glistening wetness, keeping pace with my movements.
"I'm not stopping, baby," I swore, my voice a guttural growl. "Not until we both get what we need. You're so beautiful, Rilley, so fucking hot. I can see it all. That flush on your cheeks, your lips swollen, those incredible breasts heaving." My gaze dropped to her hand, then back up to her face. "You want this, don't you? You want all of me, every inch."
I pushed harder into my fist, a deeper groan tearing from my chest. The world narrowed to just her face on the screen, her moans, and the insistent rhythm of my own body. "Say my name again, Rilley. Scream it for me. Let me hear how much you want it."

"Kevin! Oh, Kevin!" she screamed, her voice cracking with the intensity of her climax. Her body arched, a beautiful, violent tremor shaking her.
I watched, mesmerized, as she dissolved into pleasure, her head thrashing, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, Rilley! That's it, baby!" I roared, my own body nearing its breaking point. I pushed harder into my fist, my hips slamming forward, a torrent of guttural moans escaping me. The feel of my skin, slick with sweat, the pounding in my ears, it was all consuming.
"You're so good, Rilley, so fucking good," I panted, my voice raw and strained. I squeezed my eyes shut, pushing through the final, exquisite inches of sensation. Her image, imprinted behind my eyelids, fueled my last thrusts. With a final, ragged groan that tore from the depths of my chest, I shuddered, my body convulsing as pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over me in crashing waves.
My hand fell away, my arm trembling as I braced myself against the counter, breathing heavily. On the screen, Rilley lay back, her chest heaving, a soft, spent smile gracing her lips. Our eyes met, a silent understanding passing between us, miles melting away in the aftermath of our shared release.