Chapter 6: The Morning Of

“Hey, so I was thinking.  Since you are coming away with me this weekend, would you mind terribly if we had to share the bedroom?  I didn’t think about that till a bit ago, unfortunately.  I had figured that since I had to call this morning to make sure we were still on for tonight, that I had better check before we get all the way up there.  It’s a tiny cabin with only a bedroom, a small kitchenette/ living room, and a bathroom, so there isn’t room for anything else I’m afraid.  But there is one thing it does have, a fireplace.” He says while sounding extremely excited.

“Sure.  I don’t have a problem with that at all.” The minute I say it, I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin with anticipation. 

That means I will be sleeping in his arms, and it couldn’t have come at a better time.  All last night I dreamt about him as I tossed and turned.  Now, I am so horny that every time something rubs against my clit, I ache, and it begins throbbing.  It brings great comfort and excitement to me to know that tonight I will feel him inside me, finally.

Hearing silence on the line, I begin to think he hung up.  But then I hear his breath catch before he whispers, “Sara, I want to make love to you tonight.  Will you let me?” 

Hearing those words, I suddenly feel alive and like a woman again.  It has been such a long time since someone has thrilled me like he does.  After all, I could easily lose myself in those eyes and those arms.  The way those lips kiss me as I ache for more.  “Ugh.” Just thinking about it makes me soaked.

“Yes.” I answer.  When I do, it sounds foreign because it is so breathless that it doesn’t sound like my own voice. 

Just this conversation alone is almost enough to send me spiraling into a climax.  Right now, my swollen folds are throbbing.  If I don’t do something soon, I will go out of my mind.  So, sensing that he is doing the same right now, I slip my hand down my pants and begin to touch myself.  “Sara?” I hear him groan and then say quietly.

“Yes?” I force out as I rub my clit softly and then slip a finger in. 

It feels so good, but it doesn’t have the same effect as it did when he touched me.  One single kiss from him made me almost cum.  Now, I can’t even imagine him filling me to his balls.  It will be so orgasmic that if the world ends tonight, at least I will have one perfect moment in time with him. 

“Sara, I couldn’t help it.  You make me so hot when I think about you.  Are you touching yourself too?” His voice trails off and then I hear him start to groan.

“Yes.  I am rubbing my clit and sliding my finger inside.  I’m imagining you inside me right now.”  I say quietly, even though there is no one else here.

“I have my eyes closed and am picturing you naked, while I fill you full.  I’m so hard for you.  Even my balls are so hard I can barely squeeze them.  Do you like to be eaten out?” He asks breathlessly and I can tell from the way he says it that he must be almost there.

“Mm, yes.  Although, I want to suck your dick.  Run my tongue from the tip to your balls, take them in my mouth and then suck on them.” I say in a slightly louder voice, right before I hear him cry out.

“Yes, baby.  I mean, I hope it’s alright to call you that?” He asks while trying to find the words.

I hear his heavy breathing become even more labored and then he asks me, “Will you tonight?” Then he moans and continues, “I’m about to make a mess.”  

Somehow knowing that he is about to come because of what I am doing, makes it even hotter.  So, I put the phone down and turn the speaker on.  Sticking in another finger, I rub my nub with my other hand.  The combination of the two, forces me over the edge and I feel this intense feeling rip through me.  Moaning in unison, we come together and then the phone becomes quiet. 

Finally, after I thought he had left me, I hear him again, “Sorry, I had to grab a towel.  I have never come so much in my life.  I made a big mess and couldn’t touch the phone till I wiped it off.  Sorry.” I hear his voice sound sad as he apologizes, and it makes me wonder why he feels bad about it. 

Looking at the time on the phone, I ask, “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” because I certainly don’t want him to get fired because of me.

“Shit!  You are right.  Baby, I must go.  I can’t wait to see you tonight.  I love you.” And with that the phone call ends. 

Staring at the phone, I am completely stunned.  Surely, he didn’t mean what he said to me.  Did he?  It was probably a habit from when he used to talk to his now ex-wife.  Or at least I think it is.

Sitting there as I ponder what I just heard, I relax and close my eyes for a few minutes.  I can feel my swollen folds still throbbing, so I slip my fingers in one more time before I go take a shower.  Honestly, I have never felt so good in my life.  If he makes me feel this way just by talking to me, I can only imagine what tonight will feel like.

The rest of the day goes by so slowly as I wait for his arrival.  Eventually, I fall asleep and dream about all the things we could possibly do during this weekend.  At one point, I wake up suddenly and look around half expecting him to be next to me.  When he isn’t, I strangely feel like I am missing a piece of myself.