Page 12 of Chosen Road

I heard shuffling around and then she answered, sounding much more settled. “I am, now.”

“Turn the remote on-”

“Nothing is happening,” she said, cutting me off.

Always so impatient, always doing something, she rarely stopped. I chuckled. “Turn it to level one.”

There was a pause and then a startled, “Oh!”

“Yeah, oh,” I teased. I blew out a breath. My cock hardened. Poor guy didn’t understand she wasn’t lying next to me, and I really didn’t want to take myself in hand. I wanted to wait for her for later.

I focussed in on the sound of her breathing and her voice. “If you need to adjust its position, do it now, and then turn the power up to three.”

“Three?”

I sharpened my tone. “Amber, same rules apply as if I was in bed beside you. Keep the phone close to your mouth so I can hear you and turn it up to three.”

I listened carefully to the changes in her breathing as I spoke to her.

“Thank you for listening, beautiful. Does it feel good?”

“Ye-es,” she stuttered.

“Okay. That’s good.” This would go fast. Pregnancy hormones made her clit extra sensitive, and I had things I wanted to say to her this morning. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and braced my elbows on my thighs, staring unseeing at the floor, I concentrated on her sounds coming through the phone.

“Turn it to one. Good girl. I love you, Amber. I can picture you lying back, your face flushed, your eyes half shut.” I spoke slowly, listening to her breathe. “Turn it to two, beautiful. Open your legs wide. I wish I had my tongue on you right now. Close your eyes and imagine my big shoulders wedged between your soft thighs, my tongue lapping up your slit.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath.

“Turn it to three, Amber,” I instructed. “I cannot wait to make you my wife,” I whispered. “I want to see you swell with my child. I want to hold you every night of my life.”

“I love you, Gus,” she moaned.

“Quiet, beautiful,” I warned.

“Okay,” she breathed.

“Tonight, I’m going to slide my cock over your clit until I’m soaked with your sweet cream. I’m going to make you beg for it, then I’m going to split you in two.”

Her breath came in short pants. She was close. “Pinch your pretty nipples, sweet baby. I wish I could see you right now. Pretend I’m there and open your legs wider. Invite me in the way you know I like it. Turn it to five, sweet baby-”

“Gus!” she cried, frantic.

“Yes, baby,” I groaned, wishing my fingers were buried inside her. “Turn it to one and let those waves wash over you, beautiful.”

I listened as her breath released in short, intermittent pants, and murmured ‘I love yous’ as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Thank you, Gus,” she said huskily.

“My beautiful bride, my queen, I’d do anything for you,” I soothed.

“I love you, Gus.”

Her voice was quiet, appeased.

That was a long time ago, a decade.

A lifetime.

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