“Christ Nikki haven’t you ever been properly kissed? No that wasn’t a kiss.” He said his voice was all sorts of aggravated.
“I’m not sure.” I said, biting on my lip, feeling as if I was headed on a collision course. It reminded me of an incident I overheard my dad talking to Jimmy regarding the death of one of his associates. The man was driving on the highway headed straight for a Mack truck he tried to swerve out of the way, but his steering wheel locked, forcing him to brake only to realize that someone had cut his brakes too. I was that man I was headed straight for that Mack truck right into the danger zone. “What is it like to be kissed properly?”
He made a noise that sounded as if he was in pain. “Nikki…”
“Please?” I whispered, listening to him sigh.
“It starts off with our lips meeting sucking on one another’s getting used to the feel of flesh to flesh. My tongue slips between my lips sliding along the seam of yours. You open up for me welcoming my tongue meeting it with your own. That first taste of you sends all the blood rushing to my dick and it takes all of my willpower not to push you up against the wall and fuck you the same way I fuck your mouth. My teeth graze your lower lip because I can’t get enough of you. I nip, I suck, I pull, until your fingers are pulling my hair and your body is grinding against me straining for me to put my mouth on every fucking inch of your body. A proper kiss leaves you begging for more and left wondering if I managed to inflict that much pleasure on your mouth what would I do to you when my mouth invades your pussy.”
Dead. I was dead. R.I.P Nikki.
“I hope that answered your question.” He cleared his throat.
“Then what?” I whispered squirming on top of my bed.
“Are you still wearing that hot little outfit you had on when you were here?” I wanted to reach through the phone and choke him because he sounded so calm and controlled.
“No.” I said glancing down at the clothing I had changed into. “I’m wearing a tank top and shorts.”
“What about a bra?”
“No.” My nipples perked up making their presence known aching for some attention begging for it.
“I’d bury my head between your tits like I’ve fantasized every single time I glanced at your cleavage. I bet you have amazing tits. I’d cradle each of them in my palms my thumb rubbing your tight nipple. They are hard already aren’t they?”
“Yes.” I gasp as my hand slides under my tank top gliding over one breast, pinching my nipple picturing it was Mikey tugging at the sensitive bud. “Oh…”
“Are you touching yourself baby?”
“Mmhmm…” I closed my eyes. “I’m picturing it’s your hand.”
“What am I doing to you?” He asked. His voice sounding gruff and desperate. I was glad he was suffering right along with me.
“You’re pinching my nipples. Mikey it feels so good, but it’s not enough. I want your mouth. Put your mouth on me.” I beg and imagine his mouth closing over my nipple.
“I’m taking your nipple between my teeth. It hurts for a moment, but then I relieve the ache with my tongue flicking it over your sensitive flesh. Your breasts are swollen from my thorough attention. The rest of your body is feeling neglected isn’t it princess?”
I nodded forgetting he couldn’t see me. I clutched the phone tightly to my ear as I arched my body. I was soaking wet my pussy throbbed, my hand slid down the waistband of my shorts.
“I want you naked. Are you naked?” He said in between breaths.
“No.” I gasped sliding my finger along my wetness.
“Get naked.”
“Mikey…” I slipped my finger between the lips of my pussy.
“Do it.” He demanded.
“Hold on.” I placed the phone on the mattress beside me before I pulled my shirt over my head. I tucked my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and shimmied out of them throwing both articles of clothing onto the floor. I was naked lying on top of my bed and didn’t feel the slightest bit weird in fact, I felt sexy. I brought the phone back to my ear. “Okay.”
“Spread your legs.”
I obliged bending my knees, my toes curling into the mattress in anticipation of what was to come. No pun intended.
“Wait!” I said, sitting up slightly. “What about you?”
“What about me?” He muttered.
“I’m sprawled across my bed naked. You better be too.”
“Why?” He urged letting a groan slip out.
A wicked smile played on my lips as I dropped my head back onto the pillow. You want to play Mikey? I’ll play.
“Because I want you to picture me between your legs sucking your dick.” He moaned. “Are you stroking yourself Mikey? Wrap your hand around your cock and picture my lips sucking on the head.”
“Stop. Talking. Now.” He said between pants.