Page 107 of Stroked Long
“Fuck no, I would think it was hot, and I would want to hear about your fantasies.” I gulp, feeling my dick starting to get hard just from the thought of her having naked visions of me. “What kind of fantasies do you have, Rubes?”
I hear her shifting, the phone rubbing against something until she settles.
“What are you doing?”
She’s silent for a second and then squeaks out, “Getting comfortable in bed . . . with my vibrator.”
And now I’m hard as stone. Shifting my shorts down, I run my hand along my rigid cock and restrain the groan that wants to pop out.
“Tell me your fantasies, Rubes.”
“This,” she breaths out. “Having phone sex with you, pleasuring myself to your rugged, deep voice, listening to you tell me what to do so I can get off, just from the mere sound of your voice.”
Fuck, yes. My girl knows exactly what to say to tear me in half with lust for her.
“Take your clothes off,” I rumble through the phone. “Be quick.”
There is some more rustling and jostling of the phone and then I hear her sweet voice. “Okay.”
“Are you naked, Ruby?”
“Yes.”
“Are you under your covers?”
“Yes.”
“Where is your hand?”
“Holding my vibrator, waiting for you.” She sounds breathless.
“Don’t touch yourself yet,” I command, even though I’m already gripping my cock, my eyes closed, and envisioning my beautiful Rubes naked in her bed. “Tell me, how do the sheets feel against your skin?”
“Cool, silky.”
“How do you feel being naked in them? Does it turn you on, Rubes? Rubbing your body against the soft fabric? Can you picture the fabric that’s caressing you as my hands run up and down your body? Can you feel the warmth of my touch, the teasing sensation against your nipples?”
“Yes.”
“Are you squirming in the sheets, are your legs open? Are you wishing I was there, letting you come on my tongue?”
She groans and I feel my dick jerk in my hand. Fuck, I’m going to come a lot faster than I thought. I ease up on the pressure I’m applying to my cock so I don’t blow too soon.
“God, Bodi, I want you so bad.”
“What do you want, Rubes? If I were there with you, what would you want me to do?”
“Everything,” she says, avoiding the question.
“Be specific, baby. I want to hear the dirty things roll off your tongue.”
I’ve never been this kind of man, vocal in the bedroom, but with Ruby . . . I can. She makes me want to know everything going through her mind; she makes me want to express everything going through mine.
“I want you too.” She pauses, I can hear nerves in her voice, reminding me how vulnerable and adorable she is, not that I really need reminding. “I, uh, would want you to suck on my nipples while you fingered my clit, applying just enough pressure that I wouldn’t get off but just sit on the edge.”
“Do you like it when I edge you out, Rubes? Do you like it when I frustrate you?”
“It makes it so much better, so much more worth it. Waiting for you has made it worth it.” I don’t miss the second meaning in her sentence. Fuck, waiting for her has been worth it as well.
