Because You Missed Me

Amelia's POV

Of course I believed him. I rushed back home so fast and just waited on my bed, dying for his call. I hated this terrible relapse after convincing myself that I was done with him.

Finally he called.

“Home, Princess?” His voice was the perfect stimulator.

“Yes. My room.” I responded ever so eagerly.

“On your bed like a good girl? Door locked?” Fuck. I put the phone to my ear and it felt like he was making love to it through the phone, speaking to me in such a way.

“Yes.”

“You're a good girl.”

I didn't even know what to say, until he spoke again. He was on normal call, not video call, if not I wanted to see him.

“Turn off the lights.” I got out of bed and did just that.

“Lie down and drop the phone, just listen to me.”

I laid perfectly down, my chest heaving in anticipation. I was literally burning inside. All my emotions were barely contained.

“Raise your stupid short dress up and take off your thong.”

I raised up my dress and smiled coyly. I was naked underneath.

“Wasn't wearing any, actually.” I wanted to fuck with his head.

“Naughty girl. Spread your legs.” He ordered like he was barely controlling himself from snapping.

“Imagine my mouth breathing hot air against your cunt right now, my tongue running through your pretty slit over and over again like a dog. I'm eating your pussy like I'm fucking starved, Princess. Whatever you're thinking, think deeper.”

God. I could barely care less about my environment right now. My hands immediately tightened on the sheets, trying not to lose control too fast.

“Imagine my tongue deep inside you right now, in and out, in and out, fast, faster, no stopping.”

As he spoke, I imagined everything happening and it was making a mess of me. I felt so good down there, Jesus.

“Good, yeah?” The phone was right on my ear, and he was doing a good job intoxicating me, getting me soaked as hell. I knew I needed his permission to touch myself like I wanted to, so I had to wait, but I was already itching for my release. I wanted him to keep talking.

“Yes.” I responded breathlessly, at the teetering edge of pure insanity.

“Imagine I'm slurping and spitting all over your wet cunt, my face buried deep inside you, baby girl…I'm greedily consuming you, sucking everything you have into my mouth, every last drop of arousal.”

It felt so real, I just burst into tears. The need to touch myself fucked with my head, I almost begged. I was literally fucking my bed, looking for friction, rubbing my ass all over.

“Daneee. Fuck…fuck. I need…I need you…I can't…” I moaned heavily, in tears, so out of it.

“Shut up. Run your hands all over your slit now as much as you want, pleasure yourself. I know it's wet enough. Feels good?”

“Uh uh.” I bit my lips, feeling that warm pool around my stomach. I was too stimulated to behave. I did as instructed.

I was slowly losing my mind with my eyes closed, imagining he was actually here, well balanced in-between my thighs, tongue-fucking me to ruins.

“Good. Now, fuck yourself baby. I want to hear it. Don't be quiet. I need it. I need to hear you moan my name. Now go. Fuck yourself so deeply.”

I thrusted a finger, then two, and my moan was the loudest, I hope nobody heard.

I started hitting my walls with my fingers aggressively, deeper and deeper, I was soon breathless. My slick arousal took its time to make embarrassing sticky noises.

“If I was there I would've licked that goodness right into my mouth and kissed you right after so you'd taste your sweet self again.”

“Fuck. Dane. Come now. Please, just appear…” I was crying and moaning, so out of it, so needy.

“Naughty girl. Bad girl. Fuck, such a good girl. You're so fucking nasty. Keep going..that's it..that's it…”

I lived for dirty talk as he talked me through it. He certainly understood the assignment.

“Ugh….I can't. It's so good, Christ.” I felt that pool move downwards towards the middle of my legs and it consumed me as my legs buckled up. I started shaking a little aggressively like I was convulsing, my eyes rolled back in their sockets.

“That's right. Let me ruin your cunt, teach you how to forget how to survive without me–”

“Yes. Yes. Fuckkkkk...”

Liquid splashed out of me. Oh my God. No way. My eyes flew open as I rode through my orgasm like a champ. I couldn't breathe.

“Was it that good you squirted?” Dane laughed in a mocking tone, and I was so embarrassed, I even forgot he was still on the call.

“Shut up. Where are you? I'm dying of embarrassment!”

And then the craziest thing happened right after.

“Don't ever fucking tell me to shut up again. We aren't mates.”

And then the call ended. He sounded so pissed, it actually scared me. For a second I just sat up there, staring into space, trying to remember how to breathe again when my phone screen lit up.

A text message from Dane.

“Come to my place tomorrow after work.”

……….

There was nothing more exciting than walking into his living room after work and finding the man I haven't seen in a while, wearing casual clothing and smiling at me.

I've missed him so much, and he's so attractive, fucking hell.

I reached him and dropped my things beside where he sat, then I stood in front of him as he watched me keenly.

“Hi. So, why did you call me here?”

“I called because you missed me. I'm back now. Come here.” He suddenly dragged me to him, making me fall on top of him, but he soon made me straddle him.

He smelled exactly how grievous sins would smell like, so hot.