A Voice in the Dark

The fan is on low, the breeze soft, almost an afterthought�??.  I lay on the bed, the sheets cool underneath my naked body as I wait, my heart racing.  I reach over and turn the lamp off, my bedroom instantly a black abyss. My fingers search for the cordless phone on the table. After several breathe, I start to dial the number I know by heart. The ringing echos in my ear, as if it is teasing me, making me wondering if you will answer.  Of course, I know you will.

"Baby,"�?? you answer, your voice barely above a whisper. I smile, curling more comfortably around on the bed.

"Hey,"�?? I say, closing my eyes.  I inhale deeply, the smell of your cologne strong on my pillow case. Turning to my side, I bury my face, breathing deeply. It is almost as if you are laying next to me, your voice right in my ear, the scent of you surrounding me.

I hear you inhaling , mirroring me. I know you can smell me on your pillow also, imagining my hair spread out on the pillow, my eyes closed, me pouting.

"I can smell you baby. You smell so good," you say, your voice smooth and soft in my ear. I hear you move, rustling of the blankets in the background.

I moan slightly, just listening to you breathing, knowing the smell of my jasmine body spray is surrounding you.

My hands start rubbing, touching, sliding over my body, the blanket still between my palm and my skin.  It is as if it has a mind of its own, roaming down my breasts, across my stomach, following the slight dip between my thighs.

"So, how was your day," I ask, my voice catching a little. I know you hear it, know it effects you. I can feel my heart starting to race a little, the thumping slightly harder in my chest.

You sigh softly and I can almost hear you smiling.  I know exactly how you are laying even.  Your light is off.  The glow from the streetlight outside your window casts a softness across you.  You have one arm under your head, holding the phone in your other hand.

I know you are fresh from your shower, your hair still wet from the warm spray.  You are wearing one of your many t-shirts and boxers.  I know the t-shirt probably features a band and the boxers have some childish cartoon on them.  And I know that you know I am naked, my hair pulled up in a messy ponytail on top of my head.

We discuss our days, the silly occurrences that happened throughout the day, laughing easily.

My hand still roams as your voice envelopes me, relaxing me into a half sleep state.  Slipping under the blanket, my fingers brush against my nipple.  I gasp slightly as the ripples of electricity runs through my body.  I can feel my body tightening up instantly.

You pause, mid-sentence�??. I lick my lips, my fingers pinching the hardened nipple slightly, just hard enough for a slight pain to make me shiver, for a soft moan to pass my lips and travel the miles to you.

"What are you doing, baby," you ask, the phone pressed against your ear even more, wanting to catch every sound  possible.

"Noth...ing,"�?? I say, my voice catching on the word. I know how that effects you, when words get stuck in my mouth, cut off by the shivers running all over my body.

"Baby, are you being bad," you say, your hand starting to roam also. You pull your shirt off quickly, not wanting to miss anything I do or say.  You toss it into the dark, the moonlight bouncing off it as it lands at the foot of your bed somewhere.  Suddenly, the soft cotton of your boxers starts to feel too tight.

"No,"�?? I whisper, my fingers dancing lower across my skin, slipping into the thin elastic band encircling my waist. I can hear you sigh heavily and I know your hand is working its way down also.

"Are you being bad," I say, rubbing my stomach, the material soft against my hand. I close my eyes, biting my lip as I listen to you.

"Maybe,"�?? you answer.  I can hear the smile on your face and I know you are being bad without me already.

"Does it feel good," I ask, my fingers slipping further down.  I hold the gasp back a little as my fingers find my clit.

"Yessss,"�?? you moan, almost hissing your reply. You groan softly as your hand starts touching your cock.  You feel your body waking up, hardening so quickly at the sounds of my soft moans.

"Let it out.  You know how much I love to listen to you, baby," I moan, my lips pouting as my fingers start rubbing, slowly, the wetness smooth and warm.

"I know. I know," you say breathlessly�??, your cock hard in your hand, the phone pressed hard against your ear. You feel the sweat on your forehead as your hand starts moving a little faster, matching the rhythm of my sighs and moaning. You let out a deep gutteral moan that reverberates�?? in my ear, sending a shiver through my body that makes me tense up from head to toe.

My fingers start rubbing harder, tiny circles around the slippery nub.  I pull my legs up, my knees falling open to the bed.  I feel the sweat on my forehead, on my arms as I work my fingers quickly, feeling my pussy clenching. I slide my fingers from my underwear and move them to my mouth.

"Listen�??, baby," I say, sucking my fingers loudly, letting it slide all the way in, my pussy juices  salty on my skin.  I work my tongue and lips around my finger, pretending it is your cock, imagining your hands on the back of my head, forcing me to take you in my mouth.

"Oh my God, baby, oh my God. You know I love that, " you say, whimpering slightly as I continue to suck, letting it pop out of my mouth loudly. I know you are stroking your cock quicker, feeling your heart beating in your hand. Your stomach tightens up as you feel that familiar tingle running down your legs and around your groin.

"Mmhmm,�?? I know, baby, I know. I taste so good, too. I taste so good," I say, rubbing my lips with my fingers on my lips, the smell of my pussy still strong.

"Don't stop playing.  Keep playing,"â?? you moan, your hips jerking slightly as your body tenses up even more.  You stop, reaching for the tiny tube on your nightstand. You know it will feel even more amazing when you get the slippery oil on your hand.

I reach to my night stand and find my toy, the tiny vibrating egg.  I quickly push it against my clit and push the button on the remote that turns it on.  A zing runs through me, causing my back to arch, making my soft moan turn into a loud scream.

"Oh...my...God,"�?? I say, starting to whimper softly.  The whimpering tightens, turning into a slight squeal.  I start moving the toy around, the vibrations making my pussy tighten even more.  I feel my stomach tighten, the muscles sending slight spasms through my stomach.  I arch my back sharply, my toes stretched out.

You are rubbing your cock with your hand, now all wet and slippery from the lube you are using. It feels so much better, so much like my pussy. You let out a loud moan, gritting your teeth.  The beads of sweat rolls down your face, into your eyes as you keep jerking off, feeling the tension building up so quickly.

"Baby, baby, baby," I start moaning, chanting your name softly, a beacon in your ear, cheering you on.  My breathing starts coming in short gasps, stopping as my body tightens up.

You are moaning, your hand moving smoothly, circling your cock, tightening, clenching.  You can feel your body tightening, can feel your body getting closer to exploding, to releasing.

"Wait for me, baby, please. Come with me," you plead with me, licking your lips, the phone having disappeared.â?? You can now envision me laying beneath you, my eyes looking into yours.  You can feel my legs around your hips, can smell sex in the air.  Behind my closed eyes, I imagine you, biting your lip as you get closer.  I imagine your hands on my hips, me rocking above you, your cock deep inside me.  I feel my pussy clenching, feeling my body twitching.

"Oh, please, please, push me over, baby. Push me," I beg you, knowing you know what I am wanting.  I am squirming around on the bed, my knees rocking back and forth as I get closer and closer, the dam in my body barely holding.

"Uh-huh�??hhh. You're such a bad girl. Such a bad little slut," you say, the dirty words rolling out your mouth, sounding so wrong coming form you.  I feel the dam bursting as I lose control.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Baby, baby, pleassssse,"�?? I say, my voice close to a scream as I feel my pussy clenching tightly, the juices sliding out my body, settling in the creases of my ass. I heard you groan deeply, breathing quicker and faster.

"Oh, God, please.  Oh,baby, tell me where you want it. Beg for it, baby, beg," you say, your body screaming at you, like a storm building up inside your body.

I keep rubbing my clit, moaning.

"Baby, please. I want it so bad. Please, I want it in my pussy, you know that. Please, fill me up," I beg, my eyes clenched as I feel another wave starting to rock my body. It is like a ripple, rising from the previous orgasm.  I listen as you grunt, moaning loudly.

"Oh. baby, I'm coming. Right in your tight, wet pussy. Oh, my God. Right there,"�?? you say, your body exploding in a quick rush of heat, mixed with the stickiness spurting out your cock. I listen to you, knowing you are coming hard. My body clenches quickly, tight as I come hard and fast, my moans mixed with yours, our breathing heavy, running along the phone lines, making the miles between us disappear with the simple act of dialing.

In my mind, you are next to me, your face covered in a shiny coat of sweat, your cheeks flushed slightly as you catch your breathe.  I smile, listening as we breathe together, sighing as we fall into that comfortable silence.

"Are you okay, baby," you ask, sitting up.  The sheet peels off your body silently.  The smell of sweat and sex is stirred up, mixed with a hint of jasmine. I smile, rising from my bed also, stumbling in the dark.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I always am with you," I reply, flipping the light switch on.

You sit on the bed, listening as I move around, your heart racing still.

"Showerâ?? time," I say, feeling the words stuck in my throat. I know what I want to say but I hold back.

"Mmhmm,"�?? you say.  The sound sends shivers up my spine.

"Okay, well I will talk to you later,"â?? I say, hating the good byes. I feel my heart sink, knowing I will hang up soon.

"Okay,"�?? you reply, feeling the exact same as me.

"Bye, baby," I say, sighing.

"Bye,"�?? you reply. I hold the phone by my ear, letting it drop away from my mouth, waiting for you to hang up.  I never hang up first.  The sound of the click echos in my ear, sounding so final, so absolute. I set the phone down and walk to the shower, to wash away playtime from my body.