Tally: Ache [Episode 11]

Where are you now?’ His voice husky and sounding so close as if he were murmuring directly in my ear.

Where are you now?’ His voice husky and sounding so close as if he were murmuring directly in my ear.

‘In bed.’ I replied, biting
my lip as I lay on my back, my duvet around my thighs.

‘I hope you’re naked.’

‘Not exactly.’

‘Why? What are you wearing?’

‘My knickers. Just my
knickers.’

‘Take them off.’

I slid them off slowly,
pretending he was the one taking them off me.

‘Now smell them.’

I paused. Lifted them to my
face. Inhaled. My juices smelled intoxicating.

Arousing.

‘Tell me, how do they smell?’

I inhaled once more then
breathed out, ‘like sex.’

‘Good girl. Drop them next
to you. Next to your face so you can still get your scent wafting around you.’

I did just as he asked, my
heart race speeding in anticipation. My muscles tensing. My lips parting as I
began to unconsciously breathe through my mouth.

‘Touch your face. Your
eyelids, nose, ears, jaw. Leave your lips for last…now trace your lips. Slowly.
Reverently. With your fingertips. Then one fingertip. Are you tracing, Amara?’

‘Yes,’ I sighed almost
inaudibly. My fingers felt like feathers as I trailed slowly, ghosting them
over my face and feeling my skin tingle as my fingers played.

‘Now, slide your fingers
down your neck, your shoulders, the middle of those absolutely fucking breasts.’

I gasped as I did so. I
could feel my clit throbbing in anticipation.

‘Circle your nipples. Don’t
touch them! Just circle…round and round. Are they beading? Hard? They must be.
Now put your phone on speaker so you can use both hands. I want you flicking them
hard as you can at the same time.’

‘Oh fuck,’ I gasped.

‘Yes, baby.’ He was almost
hissing. He paused for a second and I thought heard the faint whisper of a
zipper going down. He was probably getting his cock out.

‘Twist them. Lick your
fingers and get them wet then rub and twist. Imagine I’m twisting with one hand
while licking the other nipple. Pull and release. Play with your nipples for
me, Amara.’ His voice was deeper than before. His breath speeding up a little.

‘Fuck, I wish I was in bed
with you right now. Would you like that? I wouldn’t touch you. I just want to
watch you play with yourself. I’m sure you look fucking beautiful right now
playing with those gorgeous tits.’

His voice was like another
hand down south. It was going straight to my pussy. What was he doing to me!??

‘You can leave your breasts
now. It’s time for your pussy. That fucking gorgeous pussy of yours that gives
me sleepless nights. You don’t know how much I think about it, Amara. In
meetings, when I’m driving. Even at church! I think of your tight cunt and I
get a hard on sitting there. You’ve fucked up my mind. My concentration. Touch
that pussy for me, Amara. Is it wet?’

‘Yessssssss,’ I moaned. My
fingers feverishly rubbing.

‘You sound close, baby. You
better not be. You better wait for my instructions.’ He commanded.

I stopped rubbing, as
difficult as it was to stop. My body was undulating on the bed. My legs sliding
up and down and all over my cotton sheet. I needed…I needed…

‘Make me cum, Adeniyi.
Please!’ I wasn’t ashamed to beg.

He chuckled. ‘Calm down,
baby. You’ll be doing that very soon. Now, tap your clit. Just once. Mmmmm, I
heard that gasp. Feels good, hunh? Circle just as you did with your nipples.
Press down slightly as your circle. Use your other hand to raise the hood of
your clit then rub directly on your clit. Is it sensitive? I heard it’s fucking
sensitive when you’re doing that.’

I was practically babbling
incoherently at this point. My clit was rejoicing at the attention it was
getting from me. From Adeniyi. From Mr. McCarthy.

‘Fuck you sound so good,
baby. I’m sure you feel good too. I know you do. My dick is so hard right now.
I wish I could use it to circle that clit of yours. I’m sure it’s swollen
beyond belief. Rub it, baby. Pretend I’m touching you. I AM touching you. Now
slide two fingers into your pussy. Is it tight? It’s probably the tightest
pussy I’ve ever touched. Eaten. Fucked. Slide it in slow…as deep as you
can….now fuck yourself for me. Fuck yourself as hard and deep as you can. I’m
fucking my fist now, pretending it’s your pussy. I’m gonna cum soon, baby. Are
you close?’

‘Yes, yes, yes!’ I grit my
teeth hard, my eyes squeezed shut as I quickly removed my fingers from my
soaked pussy and began rubbing my clit furiously. ‘Oh my GO…’ I screamed and practically
convulsed on the bed as I came so hard I saw spots behind my eyes. I could hear
him grunting as he came but it was as if he was far far away. I was in rapture.
Delicious rapture.

‘You alright, Amara?’

He sounded breathless. I
laughed. Giggling even. I felt as if I had smoked a whole joint.

‘You sound very alright,’ he
chuckled. ‘Sleep well, Amara. I will be picking you up at 8pm tomorrow. Wear a
dress or skirt. No trousers.’ And with this, he cut the phone.

I shook my head, smiling
wryly to myself. He had successfully moved the ball from my court to his.
Something had to be done.

But for now, mo wa pa.

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