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“You weren’t. This is our reality, Hannah. I don’t have time for what-ifs. You shaved?”

“Yes.” I smiled again. I loved the way Matt dismissed things out of hand—always with ice in his voice. I don’t have time for what-ifs.

“Where? What did you shave?”

“My legs.”

“What else?”

“My—” My cheeks warmed. “My *.”

“Mm.” Matt sighed roughly. “Touch it for me. I miss it.”

I slipped my hand into my thong, over the soft bare hill of skin. Matt missed this. I remembered his mouth between my legs and circled my fingers around the wet folds.

“Tell me what you’re doing,” I whispered, “and where you are. I want to know.”

He laughed and I felt the color rising in my face.

“Okay, bird. I’m lying on the bed. You know, in the bedroom—the one whose windows face east. I keep it warm in here. I’m not wearing anything.” Matt paused for a beat and I envisioned his firm, naked body. My sex throbbed under my fingers. “That’s how I want to be with you, Hannah. Nothing between us … your body and mine.”

I moaned softly and spread my legs. “Matt, I miss you. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you, too. I miss your cunt. I’m already hard. You make it easy.”

I groaned and shoved down my thong, dragging it off with a foot. Matt hard. Now, that was a beautiful thought.

“Play with your clit. How does that feel?”

I rolled my fingers over that bundle of nerves. My calves tensed.

“G-good,” I mumbled. Matt stayed quiet, but I could feel his deadpan smirk. “Um … it feels … strange, I can’t—”

I missed Matt’s body like hell and maybe I resented our relapse to long distance, but phone sex has its virtues. Just this—putting words to my pleasure—turned me way, way on.

“I can’t quite explain. It’s like I’m chasing something, a sensation, an itch. It’s hard to stop.” My hips twitched as I skimmed my fingers over my clit. “And it makes me so wet.”

“God, Hannah.”

“Tell me…” I bit my lip.

“Tell you how my dick feels?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Sensitive. Warm. So f*cking sensitive, Hannah. It’s not always this way—” Matt hesitated, breathing softly on the line. My eyes slipped closed. I could see him in my mind’s eye, his muscled forearm working, his hand gliding up and down his shaft.

“But f*ck, when I get hard,” he said, “it gets so sensitive. I can’t ignore it. I can’t think about anything else. All I want is you. All I want is to come. My mind, it’s … good for nothing … a pornographic reel of you. You on your hands and knees. Your ass. Your *. Your tits. I want to f*ck you. I want to f*ck you Hannah, f*ck.”

My eyes flared opened. Matt could still shock me. His anger. His raw honesty. And whew, the way he laid it all out there … like he was possessed.

“I miss your body, your tight * around me.” He panted in my ear. “My cock inside you. Deep. God, f*ck. Fuck yourself. Do it.”

I groped at my box of toys and pulled out the plum-colored LELO. It was long and thick and smooth. And powerful. I didn’t need any lube; I was soaked.

“Hannah … f*ck yourself. Tell me. I’m hard for you. Touching my head … my balls … thinking of your sweet mouth…”

“I’m … p-putting it in,” I whispered. Matt moaned his appreciation. I pressed the tip of the vibrator to my slit and inched it in and out.

“God, baby. Think about me f*cking you. I can’t wait … I can’t wait a week. I can’t wait five f*cking minutes.”

I turned on the vibrator and whimpered as I slid it deeper. Think about me f*cking you. I did. I thought about the way Matt looked at me when he entered me, and the way I felt when he took me. The way he held me down as he moved. His relentless pace. His arousal filling me.

“Matt,” I breathed. My legs trembled. I dropped my phone on the pillow and rubbed my clit. I brought myself closer and closer to the edge.

“Hannah … move it in and out. Fast, the way I’ll f*ck you this weekend. I think about it all the time. I dream about your tight ass. I wake up hard and—” He gasped. “I get off thinking about your cunt.”

“More,” I panted.

“I wish you could see me.” Matt’s sexy voice was fraying. “My cock. How hard I am. How I’m oozing. God, f*ck. Are you going to squirt for me? You are. You are.”

“I will … I p-promise.”

“You want to see it, don’t you? You miss my cock. Say it.”

“I miss it.” I did. I groaned as I plunged the toy in and out of my body. I got crazy when I got close, willing to say and do anything, the maddest thoughts in my head.

“I’m close—close—want to come inside you…” Matt’s breaths grew sharp and erratic. My spine arched. I held back because it felt so damn good, and I wanted to come with Matt.

Maybe Matt was holding back, too. He kept swearing and moaning—sounds I loved—and telling me to f*ck myself. “You only f*ck yourself for me,” he rasped. Then, “God, I’m coming—f*ck—I’m coming.”