“Hello?”
“Mia,” Ben growls.
The hairs on my neck stand up.
Shit. Is he pissed?
“H-Hi, babe. I wasn’t really . . .”
“How many fingers are you using?”
His question squeezes the air from my lungs, or his demand, rather, because that’s what it sounds like. An order, spoken by the only man I’ve ever gotten off with, for, from. You name it. Ben is and always will be the only man, and right now, he isn’t asking how I’m touching myself. He’s making sure I’m doing it.
While he’s at work.
Hot holy fuck.
I wet my lips again as I slide my hand down my body and into my panties, over my sensitive flesh and through my slick heat. “One,” I softly reply, my voice shaking, my fingers soaked and trembling.
His heavy breathing fills my ear. “You pretending it’s me, Angel?”
“Yes.”
“You forget how thick I am?”
I close my eyes, moaning. “Jesus, Ben. Are you by yourself?”
“Do you really think I’d be getting my wife off over the phone with Luke’s nosey ass sitting next to me? I told him to take a walk.”
A smile pulls at my mouth.
Seriously stupid question on my part. Of course Ben wouldn’t be speaking to me like this if anyone was in hearing distance. He doesn’t share my pleasure. The times that he has taken me while we’ve been out in public have been rare occurrences, and ones I usually beg for.
“You can be quick,” I’ll tell him. “And I can be quiet.”
He’ll debate both of my suggestions with believable resistance, but once my top comes off he forgets how to argue.
“Baby.” Ben’s voice sends a shiver up my spine. “How many fingers?”
“Three.” My breath hitches as I stretch myself. Wetness trickles onto my palm. “So wet,” I whisper.
“Fuck, I wish I was there. Touching you. Sliding inside of you. Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you, Mia?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I wouldn’t be slow, baby. God, I couldn’t. Not tonight. I need you . . . on my cock. That sweet, wet pussy gripping me.” His breath starts coming out in sharp pants. “Spread your legs. I want them wide, Angel. Come on.”
My hips burn as I bend my knees and pull my legs up. “They are. They’re so wide it hurts.”
“Good. Now fuck yourself like I would. Fast, baby. I want to hear it. Wanna hear how wet you are.”
Moaning, I think about Ben next to me, hovering over me, his wild gray eyes locked between my legs while I pump my fingers in and out. In and out. Faster. My thumb brushing over my clit, rubbing it like he does.
I twist my wrist. A soft squelching noise tickles the air.
“Do you hear me?” I ask, my heart racing and my breathing sharp. “Ben . . .”
“Angel,” he growls, his voice vibrating through my body.
I swear, it gets me wetter.
“Keep going. You’re making such a mess for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes, it’s . . . I’m dripping. On my hand. Oh, God, Ben.”
“Fuck.”
He sounds desperate. Just as turned on as I am.
I picture him stroking his cock while he watches me. He’s throbbing, the head red and swollen. Dripping. Oh, God, he’s dripping too. He uses two hands, gripping his balls while rubbing his shaft against my thigh.
“Wanna feel you squeezing my cock, baby. Milking me. Come on. Take those fingers like you take my dick. Come all over them.”
OhGodOhGodOhGod.
“Ben,” I whisper, arching my back. My legs shaking as that delicious heat spreads up my spine. “C-Coming. I’m coming.”
I drop the phone, squeezing my breast through my shirt, moaning into the silence of my bedroom and then falling weightless against the sheets, my body limp and warm. Sated.
Satisfied, but only as satisfied as I can be when he’s not here losing control with me.
“Hey.” I press the phone to my ear and squeeze my legs together. My face feels hot. “I miss you.”
I listen to his slow, heavy breathing.
“Me too, Mia. This kills me. You know that, right? This separation I feel. Not being with you the way I fucking need to be. I feel like I’m going crazy.”
A tinge of guilt grips at my chest. “Me too.”
“And here you are, taking care of our boys, sending me sweet pictures and getting off thinking about my cock.”
I smile, rolling over and facing his side of the bed. “Your perfect cock. Nine inches of perfection.”
He laughs, a deep rumbling sound. “I love you.”
“I love you. One more night.”
“Yeah.” He sighs.
I can picture him relaxing, his thick shoulders dropping down and his head falling back. The tension leaving his body.
“One more night,” he echoes. “I’m warning you, Mia. Once I get you alone again, I’m fucking you all over that house. All night. I don’t want to sleep.”
“Okay,” I giggle. “But we’ll have to sleep some. Just a couple hours.”
“You can sleep. I’ll just keep fucking you.”
“Ben,” I laugh harder, covering my mouth.
“Christ, I love that sound. Close your eyes and pretend I’m with you.”
“Okay.” I close my eyes, listening to his breath in my ear, hearing it grow tenser and tenser with each passing second. “Luke is coming back, isn’t he?”