Page 12 of Condemned to You

“You,” she replied, “I just want to hear you.”

“I dream of you every night,” I confessed.

“If this wasn’t an old school burner phone then I could send you a picture.”

“I guess you’ll have to tell me.”

“I’m in my mini pink silk night cami. The one you got me.”

An image of her wearing it flashed into my mind. “With the heels?” I asked.

“Just the way you like. I wish you were here.”

“I wish I was too. Have you pinned against the wall.”

“Just pinned against the wall?” Bethany asked in a begging tone.

“You know damn well you’d be naked and I’d sucking on those beautiful tits of yours.”

“Do you think about that often?”

“All the time.” Lying in bed, I could feel the tingling sensation in my boxers. “What I’d give to get you on your knees with my cock deep in your throat.”

“You know how to make a girl blush.” Bethany giggled. “Close your eyes. Pretend I’m there.”

My eyes shut and immediately the image of her naked body was in front of me.

“Go on,” I urged.

“My wrists are tied to the ends of the headboard, my legs wide open for you, ready for your command.”

I sharply inhale at the image. Then take charge just as she liked it.

“I want you to touch yourself in all the places I say.”

“I’m ready.” The excitement in Bethany’s voice hyped me up even more.

“My tongue traces the curves of your body as I make my way up to your nipples. Swirling my tongue around one time, two times, then three times before I bite down on it.”

I hear Bethany lightly inhale as she must be squeezing down on her nipple. “Keep going.”

“My hand makes its way down to your pussy. Are you following baby?”

“Mhmm.”

“Sucking on your nipple as I slide my middle finger up and down your clit.”

My dick started throbbing. I didn’t even have the ability to get into foreplay, I just wanted to dive in. Pulling my erection out, I slowly began touching myself, still keeping my eyes closed and imaging Bethany touching herself to my words.

“Up and down. Up and down. Now using my middle finger and ring finger, I do a slow circular motion.”

“MMM,” Bethany breathed into the phone.

“Now split both fingers one on each side of that clit and slide them up and down against the wall of your pussy. Are you getting wet baby?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Picking up the pace just a little bit and don’t stop until you’re nice and wet,” I instructed as I stroked my dick.