“No.”
“Well, shit, we have a lot to catch you up on. Let’s practice right now. Stick three fingers into your mouth and pretend it’s me. I want to hear what you sound like with your wet mouth going down on my cock.”
I placed the phone next to my head and began sucking hard and slowly on my fingers while playing with my clit.
His breathing became erratic. “I love hearing you suck it. You want to see what you’re doing to me?”
“Yes,” I exhaled. “Please.”
I never wanted to see anything more than I wanted to see his naked body.
A few seconds later, my cell phone buzzed, and I reached for it.
My breathing intensified upon the sight of his thick, gorgeous cock, fully erect against his rock-hard abs. It was smooth with a few veins protruding and a beautiful silver ball piercing adorning the tip—just as he’d promised. Saliva gathered in my mouth as I yearned to run my tongue along it from root to tip.
Using the photo as inspiration, I rubbed my throbbing clit harder, unable to contain the need to come. I wanted him inside of me and knowing that would never happen tonight was pure torture.
“I’m coming, Landon.”
I could hear the friction as he jerked himself faster. Closing my eyes, I finished myself off to the sounds of his deep groans penetrating my ear as he came.
We listened to each other breathing for a while until he was the first to speak.
“Fuck. That felt so good.”
Panting, I said, “Send me a picture of what you look like right now.”
“It’s messy. You really want to see the aftermath of what you did to me?”
“Yes. Show me.”
A few moments later, he sent me the photo. I never imagined that I would find it so erotic, but the sight of his abs covered in his glistening cum was beyond arousing.
“There’s so…much.”
“You could say I was very stimulated.”
“Me, too.”
“Show me you. I want to see your wet pussy,” he demanded.
Pushing my inhibitions aside, I spread my legs apart and placed the camera between them, snapping a photo without the hair covering my private parts this time. I checked it quickly and sent it before I could change my mind.
He hissed. “Fucking hell. I can’t believe I can see how wet you are. It’s so beautiful, Rana. I may never function again now that I have this photo to look at.” He joked, “Ace will call me up and ask what I’m doing and pretty much the answer will always be ‘looking at Rana’s wet pussy.’ Holy shit.”
Making myself more comfortable in my bed, I asked him a question I’d always wanted to know. “What does it feel like when you come?”
“Well…it’s a very intense euphoria. My whole mind goes blank for a few seconds.”
“Then what? After you come?”
“When I’m alone? I’m ready to pass out. But like this…with you? I just want to do it again.”
“Can I tell you something?” I asked.
“Anything.”
This was hard for me to admit.
“I’m a little scared to be with you.”
“Why? You think I’m gonna be rough with you or something? Be honest with me.”
“No, actually. I’m afraid I’ll come across as too eager, that I might want too much. It’s been a really long time. I’m afraid I’ll come in like thirty seconds or that I’ll be ridiculously wet during sex.”
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“No.”
“Okay…either of those things happening would be so freaking hot. And let’s clear something up right now. There’s no such thing as too wet. I’m just about ready to come again from the mere thought of that.”
“I just don’t want to disappoint you. I’m very inexperienced compared to you.”
“You know what? You could just stand there naked, and I’m pretty sure it will be the most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced. Trust me. It will be amazing. And you’ll be able to give me something that no one else ever has.”
“What’s that?”
“You. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. I’ve had my share of fucking, which was just a means to an end. I want so much more with you. I want to experience sex differently, take my time with you, come inside of you, be a part of you. I’ve never wanted real intimacy with anyone. So, it will be new for me, too, believe me. Which reminds me, if you’re not already on the pill, you need to get on it.”
“I’ve been on it for years, even though I haven’t really needed to be.”
“Good. Because I’ve been dreaming about coming inside of you.”
Me, too.
“Can I confess something else?” I asked.
“Anything.”
“I’m afraid to tell you all the things I want.”
“Why?”
“I think it’s because I was taught from a young age that sex is wrong in some way. I’m not used to being open about my deepest sexual desires. My inexperience is not due to a lack of wanting. I just hadn’t found someone I trust enough. But there’s really no limit to what I want to try sexually with you or what I want you to do to me.”
“Well, I’m officially hard again,” he said. “No limits is a good thing, Rana. I can’t wait to give you whatever you want. Nothing’s off the table. Why would I ever want any limitations with you?”
“I guess one of the fears that crossed my mind is…” I hesitated. “After knowing your past…if I start asking you for certain things…”
“What? Just say it.”
“Well, like if I want you to be rough with me…is that gonna remind you of—”
“No, no, no. I see what you’re getting at. You’re afraid it will seem like you’re using me? The answer is…fuck, no. This is different. Fulfilling your fantasies is my fantasy. You don’t think I want to be rough with you, too? There’s no part of me that wants to be gentle. Don’t you dare hold back with me. Ask me for anything you want. Just be careful, because I will give it to you.”
“Okay…” I was painfully aroused.
“You’re worried about offending me…meanwhile, all I can think about is how long I have to wait before I get to fuck that beautiful ass.”
I sighed. “Stop turning me on again, Landon. It’s not fair.” Massaging my own breasts, I felt physically pained. “This is hard being so far away from you.”
“We need to make plans. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you again. I want to come to Michigan. I can visit my parents too while I’m out there.”
The thought of him coming here made me so happy and scared at the same time. For this to really work, there couldn’t be any more secrets between us. I wanted a life with this man, and he deserved the same openness that he’d extended toward me.
I need to tell you, Landon.
I want to tell you so badly.
I WILL tell you.
Just not tonight; I don’t want to ruin this.
TAKE ME TO YOUR ROOM
Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, worried that something had happened to Landon.
I didn’t know if it was some kind of post-traumatic stress from the skateboarding accident experience or what.