Page 60 of Come Apart
"Fuck." My breath is heavy. "You're so fucking sexy." I put my phone on speaker and slide out of my jeans. "Fuck, Ally, I'm going to get you back for all this torture."
"What are you going to do?" she asks.
"I'm going to peel off that bra," I say. "Slowly. Very slowly. And I'm going to take in every inch of you with my eyes, because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I love your body. And fuck, your breasts are amazing. They're so round and firm, and honestly, it's a crime that you ever wear clothing."
Her breath gets heavier. "And?"
"And I'm going to touch you so lightly you can barely feel it. Just my fingertips on your back and your stomach and your shoulders. And, slowly, very slowly, I'll work my way to your breasts. And then I'll stop. I'll wait until you're writhing in agony, until you tug my hair and scream my name. Then, and only then, I'll rub my thumbs over your nipples."
She moans into the phone.
"God, I wish I could do it right now. It's so sexy when you do that. It drives me fucking crazy. I want to fuck you so badly, but I can't stop watching you fill with pleasure. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I want her so much; my body is tingling with desire.
"Are you still dressed?" she asks.
"Just the boxers."
"Take them off," she says. "I want to hear you touch yourself."
I slide out of my boxers and shift onto the bed. If she were here... Jesus, if she were here.
I put the phone on speaker, and run my fingers along my cock. "I'm going to fuck you properly when I'm back home," I groan. "But not until you're begging me to do it."
My breath gets heavy. Flashes of Alyssa fill my head. The taste of her skin. The way she groans when I suck on her nipples. God, those nipples, so perky and firm and responsive. I stroke myself. Harder and harder and harder.
Pangs of pleasure shoot through my body.
"Jesus, Ally," I groan.
She moans into the phone. She moans like she's in heaven.
"Take off your bra," I say. "Now."
I hear her shifting.
Her breath gets heavier. "It's off."
"Now run your fingers over your breasts. Slowly, the way I do."
She groans. "Luke... I want to... I can't wait."
"You will," I say. I stroke myself, harder and harder, filling my body with the sweetest pressure. "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yes," she moans.
"Do you want to touch yourself?"
"Yes."
"Not yet," I say. "Rub your nipples. Slowly."
Her voice is a low groan. She's not holding anything back. She's mine, even if she's far away.
She's mine.
I stroke myself. "You're so fucking sexy, Ally. The way you move when I touch you... it drives me out of my fucking mind."
