..Alone..

"Lonely?" she said, lowering her tones when she realized who it was.

"I miss you."

"I miss you, too, baby," she breathed. "What do you miss about me?"

"I miss how when I was home, I could come over to your house, anytime of night, and no matter how sleepy or how much you weren't in the mood, you'd get so dirty for me."

"I expected the same from you," she laughed, lightly.

"I was never tired. So tell me, what are you doing, tonight, all alone . . . where are you?"

"I was just moving in here to lay down on my bed," she sighed, unbuttoning her blouse and letting it slip to the floor below her. She unzipped her skirt and it followed suit with the discarded top. Slipping on top of the bed, her hair fanned out along the pillow and she listened as he sucked in his breath.

"I'm in bed, too."

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"Nah, a bit tense. I'm really stressed," he complained, but focused on what she had to say.

"Just relax. You don't have any obligations, tonight," her calm voice soothed him and he exhaled a deep breath, before sinking lower onto the plush hotel mattress.

"It's raining here," he said after a pause. "I love it when it's raining at night. Do you remember--"

"The thunderstorm?" she knew he was taking his shirt off from the ruffling over the phone.

"Yeah."

"We were soaked," she began to tell him the story, again. "And we ran into the house. My clothes were soaked onto me."

He laughed, "I saw straight through them. I wasn't so hungry anymore."

"Yes, so we prolonged dinner. I was trying to get out of the shirt, but it was tangled around me."

"So I took it off for you. And I ran my hands up to your bra straps and I traced them, because I love the way it feels . . . and then I smoothed them down to the clasp in the back and took it off. Your skin was so--"

"Damp. I was so hot and the rain--"

"Had your hair drenched. I like it when it's wet. All pulled back and I could see your forehead. Like we'd been swimming, so I kissed it. Licked the water from the skin."

"I looked like a drowned rat," she giggled. "But you kissed me . . . shivers ran down my spine."

"And then you started jerking your clothes off. I've never seen you be so anxious to skip foreplay!" he began to unbutton and unzip his pants, scooting them down past his knees, while still holding the phone. Across the wire, she was unclasping her bra and tossing it to the ground, fingers tickling and roaming from the back of her neck, to just under it, to her chest, to her breasts, palming and feeling her skin get hot.

"But you stopped me and made us take it slow. And I kneeled down and took your jeans with me, remember? Unbuckled them and unzipped, and moved down as I unzipped. You stepped out of them, but I stayed where I was, breathing onto you . . ."

"You drove me crazy."

"And then I slipped off your boxers and you were pulling off your shirt, standing there, knees buckled in front of the bed. And suddenly we were naked, together, and it was still raining. You said--"

"'I love the rain. It just makes me feel so relaxed . . .'"

"Right, like just now. And I stayed kneeling in front of you, breathing onto you, placing light kisses on your thighs."

"You moved to lick me and I know you were trying to torture me. I couldn't take it for very long."

"So you said, 'Please baby!'" she snickered, making fun of his voice.

"It wasn't like that. I mean, I wasn't really that needy . . ." he defended.

"Please! You were all mine and we both knew it. So I took you in my mouth, sucking you, just around your head until you took my head and pushed me into you."

"You were doing that crazy thing with your tongue . . . you know, that you do?"

"I was rolling it all around you."

"That's it. And then you pulled out and started to kiss me again, tickling me, and I got control that time. Remember?"

"Yes, I do. You took my chin in your hand and pulled me back up to your face. Then you were kissing me and you were running your hands all through my hair." She paused a for a moment, taking one breast in her hand, running her hands along it, creating goosebumps, then cupping and squeezing, massaging it to her contentment. Her fingertips ran circles around her nipple, causing it to harden beneath the touch and she moaned lightly, before moving her hand to her other breast.

He listened to her light sweet moans and kept stroking the fabric of his boxers, fingers running the length . . . moving to his thighs . . . slowly dipping inside . . .

"And then I ran my hands other places . . . over your breasts. I pushed you down to sit and I followed, right beside you. I touched them just the way you like." Her breathing deepened and she closed her eyes, cocking her head back and letting her fingers take the place of her lover's. "And then I moved down, baby. Remember? And I licked and sucked your nipples. They were so hard." He lifted his hand and began to kiss it, sucking a finger, lightly, imagining how he'd taken her breasts into his mouth, tracing the skin with his tongue, tasting how sweet she really was. And the smell of her perfume was so intoxicating. He focused on sucking a finger and he could even remember the scent, fill it flowing back into his head, and suddenly he couldn't escape her.

Just like always.

"Ooohhh," she breathed. "And then you kept kissing me, kissed down to my belly button, before placing those lips back on mine. You have such wonderful lips."

"Every part of you in wonderful. I want to place those lips on everything. I'm thinking of you now, baby."

"I know. You too." Her fingers glided down her stomach and down to her thighs. She teased herself, rubbing just around her heated center in a hypnotizing rhythm until she couldn't resist dipping her fingers inside to stroke her lips and then flit across her clit. So hot and wet. He sensed what she was doing and it drove him wild. She was thinking about him in the ways that he was thinking about her and the idea was so intensely erotic that he went further. Squeezing the phone between his shoulder and chin, he dropped both hands to the soft elastic waist band of his silk boxers and pushed them down as far as he could get them. He was already getting hard and he'd gone without touching himself for much too long.

Fingers glided across his head and down the shaft; he lightly stroked as he watched himself become harder and lift upwards. A drop of precum oozed out and his cock slid with the liquid across his stomach. He grasped himself harder, holding himself strongly, and keeping most of his attention on his lover, two thousand miles away, sweat probably dripping from her forehead as she recreated a fantasy in her bed.

She was his fantasy.

Their eyes remained closed and they spoke nothing as they touched in time to each other's moans and breaths. She concentrated on pleasing herself and felt her face getting hot and red, a light layer of sweat creating over her brow. "Baby," she cried. "I'm close."

"Hold out," he whispered, huskily. "I want to hear you come just before I do." His hands worked faster and her's slowed down, but she kept herself on edge.

"God, I wish that you were here," she sighed and her groaning became progressively louder. She arched her hips upward in the bed, visualizing his face, his body, his cock pounding into her, moving harder and faster as they were both on the brink of losing themselves.

"Okay, this is it," he managed, and he did his best to hold off, listening to her come. She gasped and cried, squeezing her thighs together and feeling her climax ripple through her body. First right in the hot center between her thighs, slowly traveling in waves of vibration out, reaching nerves in her body she didn't know could exist to feel so much pleasure.

He listened to the screams that left her throat, piercing shouts of happiness and he smiled, drowsy and sex-dazed. He knew that satisfication in her voice was due to him and his hips pushed forward, taking himself hard in his hands and letting go. He groaned and let himself explode, shooting his hot, sticky juices across his fingers and sheets. Clenching his fists he fell back onto the mattress, breath roughly pushing from his lungs and out.

"Oh my god," she breathed, sprawled out on her bed, exhausted and hot. She took in air, gulping it down, trying to make her senses return back to normal. He desperately tried it, himself, but he was failing.

"I love you . . ." he whispered, feeling his ragged breath regain.

"I love you, too, baby," she sighed. "Do you . . . remember how after we made love . . . do you remember how you held me next to you?" she asked, grabbing onto a pillow at the side of the bed, clutching it against her arms and feeling its coolness on her body.

"Yeah . . . and we were so close. You had your head buried into my chest for hours into the night. Well until I started to snore and you pushed me off," he grinned at the memory.

"I wish you could hold me," she whispered, sadly, squeezing her pillow and keeping the phone clutched by her neck. She jumped when she heard thunder outside. "It's starting to rain here, too."

"Well that'll make it easier to sleep, then. Because you know I want to hold you, right now."

"I know," she answered. "But I can't stop missing you."

He sighed, hating this part of the conversation. He loved seeing her. He loved touching her. He loved being with her. He loved saying hello.

But he hated saying goodbye.

"I know. It's so late, baby. Just relax and think about my arms around you . . ." he whispered, soothingly. "I've got to go. But you know, we'll see each other soon."

"I love you," she sighed.

"I love you, too . . . again. Goodnight."

"Night." Hanging up the phone, he rolled over in his bed, closing his eyes and listening to the sounds of the thunderstorm outside. He returned to his real world, knowing he'd be waking up early for an interview and the world would be wet and streets would be slick. He hated the rain during the day.

But at night, with the drops pounding on the roof, lulling him to sleep, the rain made him love.

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