Hamm

Want me to help out?

I'd been in London a few weeks. We'd managed to do a bit of prep in the US so I didn't have to back and forth over New Years; but no sooner had the celebrations been cleared up, I was on a plane to England.

'Come on love, cheer the fuck up!" Matthew was a little fed up with my moping. We'd been filming long days, trying to fit as much in as possible, and I was knackered. Matthew and I had ordered a pizza and I was led across his bed watching telly, trying to text Jon.

"But I miss him" I whined - over the top.

"Yes, we all miss someone. You're not the first couple in this business to spend a few weeks apart! Go and give him a ring, get excited about the next time you're back together and move the fuck on!" He gave me a playful kick with his foot and I rolled off the bed.

"I'll see you in the morning then"

"Be in a better mood" he teased as I walked down the corridor to my room. I called Jon on the way.

"Hey Darlin', how you doing?" He sounded cheerful and it just made me more sad.

"I'm feeling soppy" I flopped onto my bed.

"Awh doll, don't be sad. What can I do?"

"Get on a plane and come and see me" I only half meant it.

"Well I would if I wasn't locked into doing things here, and you're back in like a week anyway right? It's really not that long. Come on Darlin', is there anything I can say?"

I paused "no, not really"

"I've gotta admit, I've been missing you. More than I thought. Like I've really fucking missed you" I could tell he had a filthy look in his eye as he said the last sentence.

"I've really missed you too" I sighed.

"Want me to talk you through helping your self out?" I could tell he was smiling again. I imagined that goofy grin, where he knew he was being naughty - his eyes sparking, knowing he was gonna get lucky because no one can resist his charm.

"That might be helpful" I smiled down the phone.

"Give me... two seconds" I heard him jogging and door closing. I heard through the muffled phone him explain to someone that we was just going to catch up with me and then he'd be back. "Hang on, just heading upstairs"

"Where are you?"

"At home. I've just had a few people over for a lunch meeting, they can wait" I head him run up stairs and then another door close "right, where we're we?"

"You were going to try and make me feel a bit better" I led back on the bed

"That I was. I'm guessing you're someone where you are comfortable. I want you to do exactly as I say, ok?" His voice sounded dark.

"Ok"

"I want you to lay back close your eyes and listen carefully to me. I'm gonna let you know everything I would do if I were there. I want you to stick the phone on speaker though Darlin' so you've got both hands free. Ok?"

I put the phone and speaker and he started off slowly, telling me how he would kiss all over my body, describing how he would take each item of clothes off and where his lips would follow. He told me to touch myself in various places as he went. Before I knew it my hands were in my underwear and he was letting me know exactly how he would be touching me. I'd heard his fly go a while ago and his breath was husky down the line.

"Fuck Darlin' in my head I'd want to start off slowly, I'd tease around you clit with my finger tips, gently tickling all around your perfect lips, but deep down I know I'm gonna want to see you mouth drop open in that wonderful moment as I full you with my fingers. I want you to dip one inside you doll, start slow"

He continued his instruction, my one finger turned to two, my other hand had started slowly circling my clit, but before I knew it I was furiously rubbing and fucking my self with my fingers as I listened to Jon jerk himself off over the phone. "Fuck, Jon, I'm so fucking close"

"That is Darlin'. I'm gonna come too. Let go doll, let me hear you" his breath was ragged, I could hear his hand pumping and the thought of him jerking off over the thought of me, tipped me over the edge. I called out as I came, my body flushing. I stilled slightly and listed to him come.

"Fuck Darlin'" he was out of breath. "You good?"

"So fucking good." I sighed as I stretched out on the bed. "You? Have you got to go back to your lunch now?"

He swallowed hard and I heard him shuffle to clean up. "I do, yes"

"Whoops, sorry"

"Don't fucking apologise. I'm happy you called me, I really do miss you, and I'd very much prefer you to call me when you're lonely than for you to be finding someone else to take your mind off of things."

"That's never going to happen"

"I hope not! Right Darlin', I'll leave you to go to bed and I'll speak to you tomorrow?"

"I love you!" I still enjoyed saying it.

"I love you too" he hung up and I quickly sent a picture of me looking a little sweaty and post phone sex-y.

Hamm - Going back to lunch is difficult enough, without you sending me pictures to get me hard again! Go to bed! I love you xxxx