“I’d press my face into your pillow and get on my knees. Spread my legs and push my ass up.”
I groan. There are few sights I like better than Liv’s round ass slamming against me as I fuck her from behind.
“I’d reach down to rub my clit while imagining you all hot and hard behind me,” she continues, her words punctuated by quick breaths. “Sometimes I’d grab another pillow and push it between my legs. Hump it while wishing it was your cock.”
Damn. I squeeze my shaft, my balls aching. Pressure tightens my whole body.
“What’re you doing now?” I ask.
“Playing with my nipples. Wishing you could lick them.”
“Ah, fuck…” My blood boils. “Touch your *.”
“Dean, I’m so wet. I almost creamed in my panties the second you kissed me.”
“Do it now.”
“Talk to me,” she whispers. “The dirty stuff. If I can’t have you yet, I want you to fuck me with your voice.”
Christ. I will crawl over fire and broken glass for this woman.
I shut my eyes. She fills my vision. My mind. Every fucking part of me.
“Soon you’re getting on your knees in front of me,” I tell her. “Naked except for tight cotton panties that rub against your *. You’re going to squeeze your pretty tits together so I can push my cock between them and fuck them. Thrusting into that hot, damp valley all the way up to your throat.
“I’ll shoot hard all over you, like a goddamn geyser. My come will drip off your nipples before I make you rub it in. Then you’re going to lick my cock clean, swiping your tongue over the shaft and taking it all the way into your greedy mouth.”
“Oh, my God, Dean…”
“Your clit will be throbbing, and you’ll gasp and squirm and try to get yourself off, but I won’t let you. Then you’re going to turn around and bend over the arm of the sofa so I can pull your panties down and spank your gorgeous ass.”
She moans. I’m about to shoot all over my hand, and I’m just warming up.
“You’re going to spread your legs to show me your wet slit.” The images flash in my brain like fire. “I’ll let you finger yourself, but you won’t be allowed to come. You’ll writhe around, pleading with me, rubbing your nipples against the sofa cushion. You’ll be so turned on your juices will drip down your thighs. Then I’m going to spank your ass until your cheeks are red and burning. You’ll be gasping, hungry, begging for my cock.”
“I want it. I want you…”
“I’ll put my cock right at your slit and ease slowly inside you, watching my shaft disappear into your sweet, tight hole while you push backward and fuck yourself on me…”
“Oh, Dean, let me,” Liv gasps. “I’m… I want to come. Please, I…”
“Do you see it?” I work my prick faster, the urgency at boiling point. “See yourself bent over the sofa, legs spread wide with my cock plunging in and out of you while your ass slaps against me and you tighten your * around my shaft… fuck.”
I spurt all over my hand and stomach, an explosion of heat. Liv moans heavily against my ear. I see her shuddering, quaking, her thighs clamping around her hand as she works all the sensations from her clit.
The air fills with the rasp of our breathing. My heart pounds against my ribs.
“I…” Liv pulls in a breath. “I’m really enjoying dating you again.”
I struggle to grab a coherent thought. “Just wait until I get you back here.”
“But I can’t wait.” Though she groans the words, there’s a smile in her voice. “You know I love you like peanut butter loves jelly.”
“You know I can’t wait to get you all sticky again.”
Liv laughs. After we end the call, I lean back on the pillows and close my eyes. Though I’m still aching with the need to bury myself deep inside my wife, there’s also a heavy sense of satisfaction. The feeling that I’m finally getting it right.
My proposal to Liv was the worst ever. In fact, it wasn’t even a proposal. I knew she didn’t care about extravagant gestures, which was a relief since I wasn’t good at the romantic stuff. But even I could have done better than that.
The summer after my visiting professorship in Madison ended, nine months into our relationship, Liv and I drove to Pennsylvania, where my next job at the University of Pennsylvania was located. We had plans to continue our relationship long-distance until Liv graduated, and then we’d figure out our next step. En route to the university, we stopped in a small town with a dozen antique shops catering to tourists.
After lunch, we walked around town and visited a few of the cluttered shops. I was looking at some old camera equipment, and Liv was busy examining the contents of a glass case near the front.
I heard her talking to the owner, a friendly, middle-aged woman with a nametag that read Mrs. Bird. I wandered over to see what they were discussing.
“It’s a cameo ring.” Liv held out a silver ring topped with a delicate, carved silhouette of a woman with flowing hair.