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Methods of Coping	By : DiscoShopGirl Category: Casts RPF > Star Wars (all) > Star Wars (all) Views: 3621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Methods of Coping
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Hayden walked into his empty Sydney apartment, flicking on the lights and glancing around with a tired sigh, wondering if this place would ever feel like home. Natalie’s old apartment a few blocks away had felt like home after just a few days – and he’d never even officially moved in there, just “spent the night” so many successive weeks in a row that he forgot he even had a separate living space. Growling as he found himself lapsing into memories of her in their bed again, he sternly focused on his current surrounds. Black kitchen bench, long blue couch good Hayden. More he encouraged himself. But his mind drifted back to her anyway. The longer they were apart, the more he remembered the seemingly brief time they’d spent together. Right now he would very much enjoy heading out to find a café and a quiet dinner with her.

Rolling his eyes he dialled the same takeaway place he’d ordered from the last four nights in a row and arranged to have his meal cooked and sent out.

When the waitress confirmed his order and hung up he was left in echoing silence. He let his gaze wander over the spotless surfaces, wondering if this was even living. Three weeks she’d been gone and it was getting to the point where he only felt alive when he was talking to her. Is it possible to be dead for most of the hours you’re awake? Shaking away such morbid thoughts he quickly decided he needed to distract himself before he went crazy. He threw all his energy into a drawn out hunt for the television remote, figuring he could kill some time before the food arrived. The brief thought of calling Natalie seemed so appealing, but then again yesterday he’d called about this time then woken her up, and her attempts at sounding cheerful were downright pathetic. There was no hiding the fact she wasn’t a morning person, and he didn’t really want to repeat the experience.

“Ah-huh!” he announced to the empty room triumphantly as he found it buried between the couch cushions.

The screen activated and immediately brought up an image of two people in a – compromising position. Hayden hurriedly glanced around to see if his blinds were drawn, immediately embarrassed to have left the television tuned in to yesterday’s late night viewing of the adult channel. They were.

Breathing a sigh of relief he watched the screen with interest for a few minutes. His over-worked, aching body could very much imagine itself in the place of the male lead. Lying back and letting that tall, red-headed woman give him a massage. Her naked body straddling him as she ran her fingers up and down his taut back. The whisper of small nipples occasionally brushing against his shoulders, long chestnut curls filling his vision – wait! He blinked to refocus and was alarmed as he became conscious of the fact that he’d mentally swapped Natalie into the film.

“You have it baddddd,” he chided himself, then had to literally force his fingers to press a button and flip over to the news.

He was watching that last channel more and more often these days. It was his own dismal sex life– he was starting to crack under the pressure. Or not seeing Natalie he begrudgingly admitted.

Telling himself to forget about it, he was on his feet and pacing the apartment, trying to work off some of the tension. His shoulders rolled themselves over, his feet pounded back and forth on the bare floorboards, but it did no good. There was a throbbing ache that intensified the more he thought of his latest conquest. Her body clothed in a tiny bikini and beckoning to him with those enticing, passionate eyes. Imaginary Natalie reached a hand up behind her back, like she was going to untie her top for him and he almost decided to have a cold shower then and there. Luckily, a ringing started up in the background, tugging him back to his surroundings.

“Are you alone?” a throaty voice greeted him as he answered his phone.

He shook his head back and forth, trying to bring himself out of the haze the Natalie fantasy had left clouding his mind.

“Hello? Who is this?” Hayden replied, not quite sure he’d heard right.

“Me,” her familiar voice answered. “Are you alone?”

Hayden’s interest jumped exponentially. Natalie! The fates must be with him tonight! Settling in for a long conversation with her was just what he needed, and he eagerly finished kicking his shoes off and muted the television so that he was truly all alone with her.

“Yep. Why?”

“Are you going to be alone for the next little while?”

Her question made him suspicious. Hayden glanced around his rented apartment warily. What did it matter if he was alone? Was she going to spring out at him or something? Had she sent someone else to spring out at him – Ewan maybe? He knew it was ridiculous, but he ducked his head and quickly peaked to make sure there was no one standing behind any of the curtains, just to be safe. His throat went dry at the thought that someone else could have seen the way he lost himself in the images of other people’s naked bodies entwined on his television screen. The weight that lifted from his chest when he confirmed the apartment was empty was considerable. That’s the last time I watch that channel he vowed. It’s making me paranoid!

To relieve his suddenly parched throat he padded over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water.

“I just ordered some dinner to be delivered but they said it would take about twenty minutes, half an hour. Why?”

He unscrewed the bottle top and innocently took a sip.

Out of nowhere “Touch yourself,” her soft voice commanded.

Hayden choked on his mouthful of water.

“WHAT?!” he asked once he’d finally stopped coughing.

Of all the things he expected her to say – that was not one of them. Good, clean, missionary position, vanilla Natalie could never have said what he thought she just said. Obviously he’d misheard, or they had a bad line or – or something! But as she continued speaking, his doubts were all washed away in a monumental flood as she confirmed what he’d heard by begging.

“Please. I miss you. And I’m so – on edge.”

Hayden held the phone away from his ear in disbelief his jaw dropping at the earpiece, then tentatively brought it back.

“Natalie? Are you ok?”

“No! I was thinking about you all day yesterday and this morning I woke up unsatisfied from a really raunchy dream about us. I thought it would go away but I just got dressed and even the touch of my clothes is making me wet for you. God, my nipples are getting stiff just rubbing against my shirt,” she told him roughly.

His eyes widened at her explicit description, totally turning his previous perceptions of her upside down.

“And you want to have phone sex?” he had to make sure he understood her.

“Yes. Oh yes. Touch yourself, tell me what you’re doing. What are you wearing?”

Now this he told himself could be hot. I wonder how graphic she wants me to be. He looked down briefly, deciding to start simple and test the waters. His sex-consumed thoughts may be a lot raunchier that what she intended to hear, and he didn’t want to scare her off. He’d never done this before.

“I’m wearing jeans and a shirt.”

There. That was simple enough to begin with.

“Button-up or T?” she rapidly fired back.

“Buttons.”

“Undo them,” she demanded.

Her eagerness made him grin.

“Why?” he taunted her, knowing there was no way he was actually going to remove his shirt.

“So I can picture your gorgeous chest on display. So I can imagine running my tongue over your hard muscles.”

He had to swallow when he heard that. The muscles that strained across his torso literally contracted as he imagined her small wet tongue languishing over him and he couldn’t stop himself from looking down. Although he felt incredibly silly, he slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. Peering around his apartment one more time to make sure no one was watching. He didn’t see anyone, but he felt self-conscious anyway.

Then he realised, if she wanted to find release to his voice, they were going about this completely the wrong way.

“Nat, honey,” he crooned. “Let’s go a bit slower. What are you wearing?”

“Skirt and a shirt.”

Kicking back he let himself picture her standing before him.

“Buttons or T?” he echoed her own previous question back, needing more information to complete the image.

“T.”

Nodding in approval, he decided to take the reigns for the moment.

“I want you to lift your arms and slowly take it off. Let it caress your skin, brush against you. Imagine my hands skimming up your sides, lifting it up and over your head.”

He could hear rustling, and then some clunking as she obviously had trouble holding the phone to her ear. In front of him he grabbed the television remote and turned it off completely. There was something much more interesting going on that he wanted to pay full attention to.

“You back?” he asked, deliberately slowing the pace of his words.

She made an affirmative noise.

“I want you to run your hands over your bare stomach. Over your skirt. Now slip your hands up your thighs. Imagine they’re my hands. I’m touching you, going really slow because I know that drives you crazy.”

“Mmmm,” she murmured gently.

She’s really doing it! he observed excitedly.

“Don’t touch yourself there just yet. I want you to take the sides of your panties, and slowly pull them down. Over your tight little ass. Lift your hips. Now pull them down your thighs. Are they wet with your want for me?”

He sunk down into the couch, eagerly awaiting her reply. What I wouldn’t give to be doing that myself right now.

“Yes. So – mmm, so wet. Want you so much.”

“Push them over your knees and then let them go. Kick them off. Now tell me what you’re wearing,” he ordered her, this newfound sense of power intriguing him.

“Just my skirt and my – bra.”

He swallowed down a lump that appeared in his throat and he could swear his pants just got a little tighter.

“Mmm, I bet you look so sexy,” he fantasised, visualizing her standing before him in only those two garments. “Which bra?” he wanted to know.

“It’s pink.”

He thought for a moment then closed his eyes briefly, his head filled with an image as he dared to ask

“With the gold rings at the top of each cup, the one where you can see through to your nipples?”

“Yes.”

He couldn’t help the small gasp when she acknowledged what he could already picture perfectly. His tongue ached to be laving over her. Apparently those dreams he had often enough where she modelled her entire lingerie collection for him were more than accurate.

“Lift your hands. Cross them over and touch each soft breast. It’s me touching you.”

He smiled, pleased with himself as he heard a small moan in his ear.

“You’re so perfect honey,” he continued quietly, meaning every word.

“I’m rubbing that rough texture against you. Oh Nat they’re so round.”

He could literally picture in his mind taking her tiny breasts in his hands and brushing the coarse mesh back and forth under his fingertips. Bringing those striking nipples to attention like in his opinion they should always be – aroused tips ready to be suckled. He knew exactly the design and fabric she was wearing – it stood out like a beacon in his mind from previous encounters. And it made his body tremble to think of her. Coming up with this as the only way to satisfy her hunger for him. Touching herself when he was so far away.

“Ohhhh,” she groaned for him, and he knew she was going through with it.

“Let one go, reach up to your shoulder and slowly push one strap off…Have you done it?”

He felt his pants tighten a little as he heard the soft sound of fabric sliding over her skin.

“Mmmhmm.”

“I’m kissing your shoulder. Slowly. Tracing the path that strap just took as it fell with my finger. Can you feel me?”

“Yes,” she quickly hissed.

Hayden smiled at the control he obviously had over her. Shifting to keep his attention off his own growing needs for the time being.

“Now I’m pushing the other strap off. Your shoulders are completely bare. I’m running my hands back and forth over them. And you’re holding your bra up, because you’re so modest and it will fall if you don’t.”

He put his hand down, rubbing distractedly over the now distinctive bulge of his hardness. Maybe it wasn’t as easy to ignore as he thought.

“I feel like,” he pictured her almost-exposed chest. “– I want to lick at that perfect valley. Look down baby, can you see what I’m talking about? Your cleavage is so tempting to me.”

Her moans were small, and intermittent, but he could hear them. He could also hear the increased rate of her breathing, the subtle sounds of skin on skin as she followed his directions. His mind kept up the constant stream of words to keep her entertained, eager to listen in on the results.

After all, he hadn’t seen her in almost a month and his own libido wasn’t holding up so well. If she were actually here he would have climaxed already, he was that ready. The only thing he wanted now was to envision her in her skirt. And nothing else.

“Now slip your hand behind your back. You want me. You want my mouth devouring your breasts,” he informed her of her own desires. “It feels so good when I do that. You want my tongue suckling on your nipples to ease the aching fire. Undo the clasp baby, let me have them naked.”

He heard the snicking of elastic and his breath caught.

“Slowly pull it forward, let it fall down your arms. Oh yeah, I can see them now. God they want me to lick them so badly, don’t they Nat?”

She cried out enticingly, as if on command and Hayden’s hardness jumped. He deliberately took his free hand and dug it into the couch cushions. He wouldn’t touch himself, not there, not yet.

“Yes! Yes Hayden! Oh keep going. Please.”

“Ok, I want you to drop your bra on the floor. Is it gone? Are you just wearing your skirt? Nothing else?”

“Yes,” she eagerly responded, a slave to his words. “Should I take it off too?”

“No. Leave it on. Cup one of your breasts and thumb the nipple. Does that feel good? Does it feel like I do?”

“Yes. Yes. More.”

Oh Nat. What are you doing to me? he silently moaned. It was getting harder to keep his hands off himself. And he knew that when he did finally do it, it would be a blowout of a climax.

“Now take your other hand and run it over your bare skin. Down your side, down your thigh. Mmmm, stop there. Now run it up under your skirt.”

There was a hitch in her breath.

“Hayden, I can’t do that,” she squeaked.

In his mind she was already doing it, so to hear her say she couldn’t brought his daydream to a screeching halt. It was like he’d almost forgotten he was actually talking to a real person. Quick as he could he tried to think of a way to convince her. To bring her the pleasure she needed, and satisfy his own frantic need.

“Yes you can,” he told her. “You must do it to yourself when I’m not listening.”

The phone line went still and he considered that maybe that wasn’t the best argument. Taking the safest approach he toned it down a little, remembering how much he actually cared for her. “It’s me,” he reminded her softly. “It’s me touching you. I’m so desperate to touch you. To see how wet you are for me. Put your hand under your skirt.”

Her response wasn’t very positive. He could still almost hear her hesitating.

“C’mon honey. I want you so bad,” he huskily told her in what he hoped was his best bedroom voice.

“I’m – I’m,” she whimpered helplessly.

“Rest your palm on your thigh and just trace over your soft lips with your thumb.”

She cried out in agony. His eyes slid closed as he immersed himself in the erotic sound. She was so skittish, he must have been the first she’d done this with. The only man who had heard her intimate cries of self-fulfilment. It made his cock pulse with the desire to be inside her.

“That’s right. Oh that’s just how you sound when I do it,” he groaned, beginning to get caught up in the fantasy as well. “Squeeze your breast. Baby it tastes so good in my mouth.”

And it did. He could almost feel the texture of the smooth naked swelling. Beneath his tongue and around his lips. Where it belonged.

“Now part your thighs a little. Wide enough to fit your hand,” he pressed on.

She whimpered in desperation and he could hear another refusal coming. He wasn’t disappointed.

“I don’t think I can,” she confided, obviously being torn apart inside between her desire and her timidity.

“I promise you can. Think of me. Think of me without my shirt.”

The sound of her letting loose a long groan encouraged him to continue on that track. She didn’t want to think about her own body, but she clearly had no such qualms about his.

And this would give him the opportunity to join her in their little game.

“I’m opening my jeans,” he quietly relayed, knowing she could hear as he slowly pulled the zipper down, playing up his reactions for her enjoyment.

He ran his hand down in through the opening, letting his eyes squeeze shut in relief as he freed the aching length.

“I’m taking my cock out. Oh Nat, it’s so hard. It’s aching to be inside you.”

All of which was true. He stroked himself, his mind faraway, with Natalie. For a moment picturing her smaller, confident fingers stroking his hardness like she owned it. It took a lot of effort to pull himself back from that image and remember that he was trying to titillate her, not himself. Returning to his task he tried to convince her to stroke herself again.

“I can’t plunge into you if I don’t know that you’re ready for me. I have to test how wet you are, how tight you are. Take your index finger. Please.”

“Hayden,” she squeaked out.

He was just far enough along to dismiss her apprehension. Because as far as he was concerned, it wasn’t long until he was breaching that squeezing warmth, he could almost imagine it surrounding his investigating finger already.

“Take that finger and suck it quickly. Cover it in saliva.”

She made a murmuring sound of confusion, like she couldn’t decide one way or the other. Frustrated, he quickly ordered his brain to find a way to convince her, and within seconds it dawned on him. He had to make it about him, it was the only way he could drive her so out of her mind with lust that she’d forget her inhibitions. And if he could incorporate her into it, she might just go along. With that in mind, he dove in headfirst and described every little detail of what was happening on his end.

“This is making me so hot, I’m running my palm up and down myself. God baby, it’s like a steel rod it’s so hard,” he conveyed to her, trying to be as descriptive as possible. “I can just imagine you’re so horny you’re riding me shamelessly right now.” That would be awesome – stop it! Remember her – she’s got to come with you! “Is your finger wet? Now slip it between your legs. Touch it to exactly where I would put my wet finger if I were with you now. Do you know where that is?”

She mumbled a non-answer.

“It’s your clit. Touch it.”

She whimpered at the sudden use of such blatant language, but he just smirked proudly to himself. Obviously it was having the desired effect. If she’d been in a rational frame of mind she probably would have been disgusted, but Hayden didn’t care. He just kept on going.

“Oh yeah that’s right,” the deep voice encouraged her to let go. “Oh that’s so good to hear you moan like that. If I were there with you I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

This description that was both half about them as individuals, and half what he’d do to her if they were together was working particularly well. He could see that. And he used it to his advantage.

“I’m so hard, but I can almost smell you. I’m so desperate for you. Baby, if I were with you I’d get down on my knees and…”

He drifted off, letting her imagination fill in that blank for herself. She was crying out for him now, as he continued. Bringing it back to the goal he’d been trying to achieve for the past few minutes.

“But I’m not there. So you’re going to slip two fingers inside yourself. Imagine it’s me. It’s my cock that you love. It’s so pulsing and hard. Begging to be inside you, part your legs. Spread them Nat, let me inside.”

“Hayden I’m spread.”

He groaned loudly. Fuck he swore internally. She was sitting in her apartment in New York, almost naked with her legs probably barely open as she touched herself. I can get that channel disconnected right now! Nothing on that will come close to comparing with this image!

“Oh yeah, I can see you now. You’ve got me so horny,” he admitted in desperation. “All I want is to be buried in your tightness and bringing you to climax. Please, you have to touch yourself for me. Let me imagine you fingering yourself while you think of me.”

“A-Alright,” she finally agreed.

He tried as hard as he could to muffle his moan of desire as she finally conceded. But there was one thing that would truly do it for him, would bring on his climax so fast he wouldn’t know what had hit him. He was almost afraid to ask despite what he’d said already, then again, they’d already gotten this far.

“Oh, and Nat?”

“Yes?” she asked, and he was so sure she would comply.

“Do something for me. Raise your legs into the air and finger-fuck your pussy from behind.”

“HAYDEN!” she admonished loudly.

It was obvious that had not helped her cause. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d offended her. And then the connection broke.

“Natalie? Natalie?!”

Had she hung up on him?!

“Damn it!” he yelled out into his empty apartment.

Shit! It had been too much – I’m such an idiot! His hand was working furiously but they were so close now, no way was he going to finish this alone. Not when she’d offered such a tempting solution to the lack of sex that was driving him stir-crazy, and he’d had her on the brink of orgasm from only his words.

He grasped at the phone, pressing numbers rapidly to redial the last number that called.

He got the voice of her answering machine. He squeezed his eyes closed, pinching at the bridge of his nose. His cock, standing to attention obscenely, was demanding more of her moans. Berating himself, he waited for the pre-recorded message to end so he could talk to her. Meanwhile calling himself an idiot ten times over for pushing it too far. He’d been so close to having her where he wanted her! To actually bringing her to climax without even being there!

The beep sounded loud and clear and he focused all his attention on getting the next few minutes exactly perfect.

“Nat, that was too much. I’m so sorry, pick up the phone,” he apologised.

The whirring that indicated it was still recording continued, even though he knew she could hear him.

“You just drive me out of my mind, you know we haven’t been together in weeks and I just lost it. I imagine some pretty kinky stuff, down here all alone. Babe? Are you there?”

Still no click to indicate she had picked up the phone. C’mon Nat he silently willed her.

“Don’t tease me, please… Alright, you wanna play dirty? Fine.”

His tone changed dramatically, became soft, seductive. The pace of his words interminably slow.

“I’m with you. I’m in your apartment, getting down on my knees. I’m taking your honey thighs in each of my hands and carefully pulling them apart.”

Sitting in her apartment Natalie stared at the answering machine doubtfully. What he’d just said, she couldn’t talk to him after hearing that. And yet he continued on.

“They’re so soft, just like I remember. Oh god I miss having you with me. You look down and you see me disappearing into your skirt.”

She wasn’t responding but he was sure a few more seconds, maybe a minute, and he’d have her.

“Then you feel it. My tongue. Very slowly licking you, right there, to make up for offending you. I love my mouth down there baby,” he breathily told her machine. “You know I do.”

There was a definite click and then the sound of Natalie sighing loudly.

“Stop, it’s too late. I’m sorry I think I’ve just – lost it.”

“No no, don’t have lost it!” he panicked, hurriedly planning to get her back on track.

He needed to return to his previous winner.

“Think about me! I’m almost there, thinking about you touching yourself. I’m thinking about one of your amazing breasts in my mouth. Running my tongue over your nipple in slow circles. You look so beautiful. Are you there with me?”

“Keep talking,” she warily replied.

Her breath was heavier indicating he’d recaptured her attention.

“I want so much to pleasure you. I have my hands on your back, pulling your breasts into my desperate lips. They’re so creamy and…ohhhh…”

“Tell me about you,” she dared to murmur.

“What about…me?”

“Tell me about your amazing flat stomach and your washboard abs and your tight, delicious nipples.”

Intrigued, he had enough brainpower to realise she obviously was fantasising about him, and was just a little reluctant to let it out.

“You tell me what you’d do to them,” he practically purred.

She was apparently now lost enough to the desire coursing through her body to go ahead unhindered.

“I-I’m slipping my hands in through your shirt.”

Natalie’s eyes closed as she envisioned Hayden’s masculine chest peeking out through the small opening of fabric. The distinct edges cut as if from chiselled stone. Her fingers tingled, remembering what it was like to feel the hot, moist skin beneath them.

“Oh yeah. I love your hands. They’re perfect.”

Her body felt all gooey at the sound of his encouragement. Trying to be sweet now that he’d officially offended her. For the moment she knew that she had the upper hand, and he was about to get as caught up in her fantasy as she was in his.

“I’m sliding them around you, feeling your shoulders…”

Unknowingly she interrupted herself, her breath catching at the thought of Hayden’s wide, powerful shoulders trembling beneath her touch. “Mmm, they’re – they’re so broad,” she whispered, losing her voice to lust temporarily.

“Yes. Nat,” he encouraged.

“Now I’m, caressing your stomach. It’s so hard and ripples under my fingers. I’m running my fingers up to your pecks. They’re contracting under my touch and – mmm your nipples. They’re so stiff and dark. I want to taste one.”

Her thumb and forefinger automatically fell into the V shape she would use to cup the underside of his firmly defined pectoral muscles. I want you here! her mind impatiently demanded, but she would never say it out loud. She was embarrassed enough to be doing this!

“You can. I’m not stopping you. Taste one, take it in your mouth,” he approved, tilting his head back and reaching up to thumb one of his own nipples.

The dark brown pair of stiff pebbles that topped off Hayden’s torso like cherries on whipped cream were suddenly swimming in her vision. The memory taunting her relentlessly with how much she liked to stroke and twist and tease them until he groaned beneath her. In her mind she was down there now, engulfing one of the surprisingly sensitive tips in her hungry lips.

“Y-yes! It’s hard and peaked for me. It feels so good under my tongue. I suck on it, then I bite it a little.”

“Mmmmmhmm, you sweet little minx.”

When she heard him call her that she pressed her hand against her own button again. Hayden! her insides automatically slicked, eager and waiting for his entrance. Hurriedly she refocused on her words, embarrassed that she’d resorted to touching herself like this.

“I quickly lick my thumb and then I run it down. I feel every ridge of muscle in your six pack.”

All those tight abdominal muscles she remembered, her mouth drying out. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping her own hands. In agony now.

He muttered offhandedly “Actually its eight now.”

OH! She didn’t even bother to scold herself this time, even her womb seemed to drop at the thought of the strong planes of his chest.

“Ahh! Eight, oh god you feel good.”

“Keep going.”

“My wet thumb runs over every bump and then…”

“My cock’s already out for you baby. Touch it.”

His cock. Her hand flew to the mouthpiece and covered it as she imagined that long, silky length of hardness protruding from his pants. He was eager. Despite his earlier control, he was now hanging on her every word and she grinned to herself. Slowing her pace a little, to get back at him after he’d teased her so mercilessly in the beginning.

“I do. I run the tip of my thumb over the head,” she cooed quietly, picturing the spongy tip oozing a drop of pre-come.

“Oh-ahhh. Oh yeah Nat.”

“You’re so hard for me. I trace my thumb over the whole length.”

Every single pulsing vein. She silently vowed that next time they were together, she would take the time to properly worship him like her words were now. It would be an experience for them both.

“Lower,” he gasped out.

“Alright. I brush my fingertips over your base. It’s stiff, waiting. And then – lower Hayden?” she tormented him.

Grinning to herself and wondering exactly how she was going to put this into words.

“Yes,” was the very strained reply.

She paused for a moment, pressing her advantage.

“Alright…I very gently cup your full sac in my hand.”

A sound she had only heard once before came down the phone line – a cross between a grunt, a squeak, and a jogger gasping for air. Pure sexual agony.

“Mmm, I want to taste that now,” she continued, growing more confident by the second as he responded to her words. “So I use my hand and start touching you. Rubbing my hand up and down.”

“Yeah, just like that,” he gasped.

“You feel so good. Smooth against my palm. It’s not enough though, is it Hayden?”

“No.”

“You want me on my knees, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah. Oh, oh, please.”

“Where am I now? Am I sitting in your lap?” she pestered.

“Yes!”

Natalie had never actually done this in person. She’d always been too afraid she’d do something wrong, end up hurting rather than pleasuring her partner. Or lose his respect. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t fantasised about it. And it didn’t stop her from describing what she would do, if she eventually decided to go for it.

“I get off you and kneel on the floor.”

Already it was making her feel authoritative, and all she was doing was talking. One day, maybe even with Hayden she briefly considered before pushing that thought to the back of her mind to examine another time.

“I use my hands and part your thighs so I can rest between them. Then I use my hand and guide your cock towards my mouth. It comes at me and it’s so big.”

She purposely talked up his endowment, thinking of how he’d described himself before. Obviously hidden underneath that sweet exterior was the dominant male she’d always suspected lurked somewhere, she wondered if she could bring it out in him now. Excited by the prospect, she pressed on with

“I’m afraid it won’t fit but you put your hand on the back of my head.”

Hayden slowed his movements. That sounded a little odd. He didn’t want to take this too far.

“I don’t want to force you,” he divorced himself from the fantasy a little.

“I want you to,” she insisted. “Push me down. Make me take it all.”

Flabbergasted he hurried to stop the story from heading any further down this path.

“I would never –”

“It’s so good in my mouth,” Natalie continued to assert.

She was so close. The idea of having Hayden just in front of her, his naked length filling her vision as it slipped between her wet lips made her moan uncontrollably. He couldn’t stop just because she’d never act this way in real life – this wasn’t real life!

“Please?” she begged quietly.

He went quiet for a moment. Like he was wondering if they were getting out of control. Considering her reaction a few minutes ago she could see where he was coming from. But this was totally different. This was about his amazing body. And she was in control.

“When did you get so cock-hungry?” he finally asked.

She could almost hear him grinning as he decided to keep playing along.

“It’s not real,” she emphasised.

“No, it’s not. But I’m imagining it is. Get on your knees honey. Take all of me in your mouth.”

As soon as he said it the wetness between her legs started dripping. But hearing the rough words made her see why he’d rebelled a few seconds earlier. They were awfully crude. If someone else were to hear their conversation she’d be mortified.

“Hayden,” she murmured, clearly not sure.

“That’s right baby, all of it. Can you feel my fingers in your hair? Do I have to force you?”

When she heard that, she unashamedly rasped her fingers along her slick opening, like she’d felt him do so many times. It brought a squeal of excitement to her lips as she thought of herself taking his flawless length in, letting it stretch her lips open.

“Mmm, no. But I have to lick it so much so it will fit.”

“Yeah you do. It’s big. Don’t worry, you can take it. Just open up.”

“I am!” she squirmed, vowing to herself that she would be down on her knees in seconds the next time she laid eyes on him. She wanted to do this – she was startled by how much she truly did. “I’m taking it in. It’s filling my mouth so much – oh Hay! I’m sucking on it. Push into me a little. I’m so hungry for you.”

“I can see your nipples poking up at me so desperately Nat, don’t think you can hide them. I’m reaching down and tweaking them.”

She was making soft little whimpers that did more for his impending climax than any words could.

“I miss you. I miss being able to make love to you,” he suddenly murmured.

Dainty cries fell uncontrolled from her lips.

“Come for me, let me hear,” she dared to whisper in her agony, swept away by his caring words.

Hayden worked his hand furiously, desperately imagining her on the other side of the world. Half-naked and touching herself for him. With a loud groan his hips lifted from the chair and he was coming into his hand, squeezing himself and pretending it was her he was arching into.

His name fell out of her lips in total defeat. At that moment he could hear her murmuring incoherently briefly and then falling silent. The very soft sounds he associated with her orgasming were barely transferred over the phone line but he heard them. A satisfied grin stretched across his face. Easing himself back into his chair he smugly congratulated himself.

Whilst she sounded on the verge of collapsing, he got up and dragged himself to the bathroom to retrieve a wet washcloth. As he stood there wiping himself off he could still hear her, mumbling to him that it was still going. Quietly he returned to his chair and collapsed. Exhausted.

“Wow,” he exhaled. “Better now?”

“Oh yeah,” she sighed appreciatively.

There was a knock at his door and Hayden quickly sat up. He’d completely forgotten about his dinner. Quickly he tucked his still raw hardness back into his pants.

“Wait a second, my food is here.”

He pushed the phone between his ear and his shoulder and opened the front door.

“Hi,” he greeted the delivery guy.

They swapped cash for containers and Hayden was alone with her voice again.

“Mmm, now I’m even more hungry,” he teased her.

“Hayden I…well I’ve certainly never done that before… Thanks,” she was shy but grateful.

“Thank you,” he returned. “You know we’re going to be doing that a lot. Everyday if you want.”

“No, not everyday. I wouldn’t want this feeling now.”

“What feeling?”

“I’m getting dressed again and it’s lonely. I like having you here to hold after.”

Hayden stopped chewing for a minute and winced at the tone of almost abandonment in her voice.

“Hey, we’ll be together soon,” he tried to console.

“Not soon enough,” she murmured.

“No,” he looked around the empty apartment. “Not nearly soon enough.”

“I have to go, call me in the morning.”

“I will. I love you,” he murmured, dropping all the false bravado to make sure she understood he was serious.

“I love you too. And baby?”

“Hmmm?”

“That was dirty.”

He laughed out loud, glad that she wouldn’t be left too melancholy.

“Have a good day Natalie.”

“Have a nice sleep. Bye.”

“Bye.”

He pressed the end button and put the phone down, resuming his meal. But he couldn’t hide the laughter that bubbled up at the thought of what they’d just done. After a moment he settled down and remembered she was mimicking with the phone what they wouldn’t be able to physically do for at least another month. And suddenly it wasn’t so funny anymore.
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