Page 29 of Relentless Surrender

She would support his decision no matter what…and in the meantime…there was phone sex…lots of phone sex.

“How’s my little Spitfire tonight?” asked Conner, his voice sounding slightly distant over the cellphone.

“Missing you,” she murmured into the phone.

“Oh yeah, how much?”

“Lots and lots,” she giggled.

“Did you get the toy I sent you?”

Sage blushed as she picked up the pink dildo the sparkled trim across the top. “Yes. I’m having allot of fun picturing you walking into a store buying this.”

“Let’s just say I’d rather be running naked through the desert taking on enemy fire than do it again,” he chuckled.

“Hmmm. I like the image of you all sweaty, running naked,” she purred.

“And I like the image of you lying naked in our bed,” growled Conner. Sage liked how he said our bed. She knew it was moving things along a little fast but moving in together at the end of his leave seemed so natural and besides it was not like it was a big production. The man showed up with a duffel bag and his truck.

“Are you naked now?”

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly.

“Are you lying on you back?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Now open your knees up, nice and wide.”

Sage obeyed, getting aroused just from the dark, commanding sound of his voice.

“Take your fingers and stroke that pretty pussy for me.”

“Oh. Oh,” she moaned as her fingers swirled around her clit. Her fingers getting wet. Her eyes closed. Relishing the sensation.

“Now take your other hand and pinch your cute little nipple for me. Imagine it’s my teeth biting down on you. Just like you like it, he panted.

“Are you stroking your cock, Cowboy?” Sage teased.

Conner laughed. Cowboy was Sage’s nickname for him ever since she found out he grew up on a farm in Montana. She liked to tell her friends she was dating a jumbled-up romance novel hero. Her Cowboy Marine.

“I want you to take that pink dildo and push it deep inside that tight pussy of yours for me,” he ordered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Sage blindly reached for the dildo. Positioning it at her entrance she slowly worked it into her pussy, her back arching off the bed at the contact, her hips rising.

“I can just imagine you now,” whispered Conner. “Your hips rising off the bed. Your breathing coming in fast, shallow gasps. Your back arched.”

Lost in the sound of his voice, the erotic, naughty feel of her own hand on her breast, the smooth motion of the dildo as she pumped it in and out of her own pussy, if felt almost as if he was in the room with her.

Suddenly, the bed dipped with added weight.

Sage’s eyes shot open in shock.

A naked Conner was leaning over her, pressing his weight against her hips.

“Oh my god, Conner!”

“Surprise, Spitfire!”

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