“Ring, damn you,” he spat at the disobedient contraption. Three hours before his flight to the East Coast, and Nathan hadn’t slept a wink. Frustration and desire competed for dominance over his common sense, as he paced his empty bedroom with the temperament of a hounded wolf.
For the umpteenth time, he went over the scenario in his head. He had twenty minutes to get ready, a forty minute drive to her place, maybe fifteen minutes together, another forty minutes to the airport, and thirty minutes tops to check-in and catch his flight. “FUCK!”
Visions of Desia on all fours, warm and inviting, raced through his mind. His already stiffened member jolted. So strong was his need that he’d half dressed, and begun a frantic search for his shoes, before the demon timepiece on the nightstand doused his intent with cold reality: three twenty-six a.m.
“I know it’s incredibly early to be calling, baby–but I really needed to hear your voice.”
“Don’t worry about it. I guess the same thing kept you up too?”
“Do you mean a raging hard-on that won’t quit until I make you forget your name. If so, you’ve done a great job at tucking, since I’ve never noticed we had the same plumbing.”
In spite of his maddening state, the Demi Moore huskiness of her voice always did something for him, and he couldn’t help smiling at the good-natured chuckles that filtered through the line.
“Ah poor thing, maybe I can help? You’ll need to tell me what you want.”
“You, naked on my bed, face down, ass up, but since that’s not likely…”
“Tell me what you want, daddy.”
“Undress for me, baby.”
Intently he focused on the temptress at the other end of the line, as memories of her rod-hardening cocoa skin, mouthwatering full breasts, and spank-me behind streamed across his closed lids in agonizing high definition.
Transfixed by her voice and varying states of undress, Nathan found himself unprepared for a spasm that shot through his member, with the intensity of a kick to the groin. Using both hands, he gripped the length of his engorged shaft, and fell back onto the bed in utter surprise. Buttocks taut with tension, helm coated in expectation, Nathan desperately fought to keep his passions in check. Tears of frustration welled in his unfocused gaze as he stuttered his plea. “I-I-I don’t think I can w-w-wait. Sing for me baby, p-p-please.”
She too had been close to climax, and it wasn’t long before he heard her love song in ear-piercing decibels. Her serenade was all the permission he needed.
His palms became slick with sweat. “That’s it baby.”
His scrotum tightened. “Only for me, baby.”
Back arched, toes clenched, Nathan erupted with molten abandon. “Fffuuuccckkk! Baby, I love yyyooouuu.”
Startled by the alarm’s high-pitched bleating, Nathan snatched the clock from the nightstand and hurled it against the nearest wall. Aroused by the sight of the ruined device, he headed for the bathroom and a cold shower.