Page 51 of Love At First Fright
As desperate as she was to fill her emptiness immediately, Rosemary did as she was told. Sheneededto do as she was told. She teased the tip of the dildo at her entrance.
“Rest the phone against your neck and circle your clit with your other hand.”
She did as she was told. “Yes. Fuck. That feels so good, Ellis.”
“I know it does, sweetheart. Keep going. Do you know what I would do if I were there?”
“What?” she sighed.
“First, I would see how wet you are for me. You’d be fucking soaked, wouldn’t you, love?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’d kiss those perfect tits of yours and let you ride my hand. But you wouldn’t come yet. After I’ve got you nice and close, I’ll get on my knees and eat your cunt until you’re moaning my name. You only come two places when you’re with me, do you want to know where those are, Rosemary?”
“Yes.”
“On my tongue and on my cock.”
Rosemary shivered, arching her back into the bedsheets.
“Push the tip of the dildo into your pussy.”
Finally, she exhaled into the aching relief as she eased the dildo inside her, feeling the delicious stretch.
“Fuck, Ellis. It’s big.”
“It’s made for you, sweetheart, take it. Fuck yourself withit.”
She groaned, tipping her head back.
“Good girl. Like that,” Ellis said, his voice sounding strained.
“What about you?” she whispered, feeling bold. “Where do you get to come?”
“I come wherever I want, don’t I, love?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“But if I were over there right now I think I’d bend you over the bed and fuck your beautiful cunt from behind, would you like that?”
“So much.” His words, his filthy words, were blanketing her in a perfect haze.
“And then I’d fill you up, because you’d take me so well.”
“Mm-hmm.” God, she was so close. “Ellis, I’m—”
“I know, keep going, don’t stop.” Ellis’s voice came out in shudders, and Rosemary could tell that despite the confident control in his voice, he was struggling as much as she was.
“Do you know what I’d do when I’d finished filling you up, Rosemary? I’d make sure all my come stayed inside you, and fuck you with my fingers again. I wouldn’t be able to get enough.”
Rosemary uttered a cry, her body clamping, the orgasm breaking over her. This was the hottest, most intimate sex she’d ever experienced, and yet it was only a phone call.
After her heavy breathing abated, Ellis gently instructed her to go clean up, then come back to bed and switch off all her lights.
He had stayed on the phone. “I wish you were coming over,” Rosemary admitted, in the post-orgasm haze. She was probably being too truthful, would she scare him off?
“I wish I were too, love, but I think you need to get some rest. And if I came over, I don’t think we’d be resting much.”
