Page 34 of Connected By Souls

“That’s the plan.”

“Are you in those cute flamingo pajamas again?” I ask, wanting to picture her in my mind.

“No, I’m just wearing a tank top tonight.” I can tell by her voice that she’s smiling.

“Is it the white one from Monday?” I ask, instantly getting hard just picturing it.

“No, it’s pale pink,” she says softly.

Wondering how far I should take this, I decide to test the waters. “Is that the only thing you’re wearing?”

“No, I have a matching thong on.” I can hear her breathing increase a little.

“Do you still remember the kiss?” I keep my voice low.

“Yes,” she whispers. She’s definitely getting turned on by this. I decide to keep going.

“Do you remember what it felt like to have your lips on mine? I can still taste you. It makes me crave you even more.”

I wish I could see her expression to know what she’s feeling. “I remember.”

“Do you want me to keep talking? Is this turning you on?” I ask, waiting for her to respond and hoping I didn’t take it too far.

“Yes,” she breathes.

Loving that she is enjoying this, I continue. “Lay your phone down and put it on speaker.” I do the same with mine. I hear her adjust before coming back on.

“It’s on speaker.”

“Good, now close your eyes for me, baby. I want you to imagine I’m there with you. Slowly slide your hands down your stomach. Grab the sides of your thong and slowly take them down those beautiful legs.” I hear the covers move as she does what I say. “Now, take your tank top off. Are you naked for me?”

“Yes,” I hear her whisper.

“Now lower your hand again and cup yourself. Are you wet for me too?”

“Yes,” she moans slightly.

“Push two fingers in slowly for me. You’re making me so hard, baby. I have my hand around my hardness, and I’m dripping for you.” I moan softly as I move my hand slowly up and down.

Hearing me speak those words, I hear her moan again. “Take your other hand and pinch your nipple for me,” I breathe. I hear her gasp and can picture her arching her back at the sensation. “Move your fingers in and out while rubbing yourself.” I pick up my speed and know she’s just as close as me to finding release.

“I’m so close,” she pants.

“I’m right there with you. I’m so swollen for you. Imagine me deep inside you while I kiss and devour your breasts. Licking and sucking until you’re squirming beneath me, begging for release.” I hear her cry out as she orgasms. “Fuck!” I yell out, releasing and feeling myself pulse over and over in my hand. I hear her breathing heavily on the other end as I come down from my high. I listen as her breathing slows to match my own.

“I’ve never done that before.” I hear her say softly. I know without a doubt that her cheeks are bright red right now.

Smiling at the image, I ask, “What? Pleasure yourself?”

“No, phone sex,” she says, giggling.

“Never?” I ask, surprised.

“No, never.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m your first. I hope to be many of your firsts….and all of your lasts,” I quietly add.

“I’m glad you were my first, too,” she whispers.

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