Page 62 of Come Apart
She's all animal—groaning and panting and breathing heavily. She's loud and deep, and she's so fucking sexy.
She builds to a crescendo. She groans, one more time, deeper and louder, more and more and more.
And she comes, panting and screaming and moaning through her orgasm.
Her breath is still heavy and strained. It gets louder. She must be moving the phone closer.
She attempts a slow inhale. A calm exhale. "That was amazing."
I murmur some kind of agreement.
We breathe into the phone for a minute. It's almost like she's here, almost like my arms are wrapped around her.
"I'll send you all the pictures you want if that's how you'll react," she says.
I laugh hoarsely.
"I can agree to those terms."
"But I want some pictures of my own."
"I think that can be arranged."
She murmurs in pleasure. "If I think about that, I'll want to go again."
"I'll fuck you senseless when I get home."
"Well, don't wait too long. I'm not sure I have the patience for it." She sighs wistfully, her breath slowing until it's steady and even.
She's tired. I wore her out.
I can't help but grin.
I press the phone into my ear. "Are you going to bed?"
"Mhmm."
"Stay on the line. I want to fall asleep with you, even if you're far away."
She takes a slow breath. "Give me five minutes to brush my teeth."
And we spend the next hour sharing, listening to each other breathe.
I keep her up too long, talking about nothing.
She almost falls asleep half a dozen times, but she catches herself and begs me to change the subject to something that will keep her awake.
But she can't last forever.
Sometime after midnight, she stops responding.
Her long, slow breaths fill the room, and I almost feel like she's sleeping next to me.
Almost.
