Chapter 5 Rain Between Us

The rain had just stopped, but the heat it left behind clung to my skin like a whisper I couldn't shake.

I was lying in bed, my thighs bare and damp with more than just humidity. The open window let in the scent of wet earth and something else-longing, maybe. That heavy kind of wanting that sat in your chest and pulsed in your core. It had been three weeks since I last saw him, and every night since had been a slow torture of memories and half-satisfied touches.

I missed him.

I missed the weight of him on top of me, the way his voice dipped an octave when he got desperate, the rough drag of his teeth against my neck. Texting wasn't enough. The little voice notes he sent saying he missed me only made things worse. I needed him.

My legs shifted beneath the thin sheet, and I let out a quiet moan as the friction lit something between my thighs. My nipples had been sensitive all day, brushing against the fabric of my shirt like they had minds of their own. And now, with the rain outside quiet, with no distractions left to keep me sane, I let my hand trail over my stomach and down.

I slipped out of my panties like it was second nature, already soaked, already throbbing.

I reached for the drawer beside my bed, pulling out the small, sleek toy I'd hidden away for nights just like this. It wasn't him-but it would have to do. For now.

I parted my legs slowly, relishing the cool air on my wetness before I pressed the vibrator to my clit, turning it on low. The first hum made me sigh, arching my back slightly as the pleasure bloomed.

I closed my eyes.

Imagined his mouth instead.

The way he'd tease me first-tongue soft, slow, maddening. He always made me beg a little. He liked hearing me fall apart. I imagined him now, between my thighs, holding them open like he owned them. His voice in my ear.

"Keep them wide for me. Let me taste all of you."

The toy wasn't enough. I turned it up, gasping as the buzz deepened against my clit. I slid two fingers into myself, fucking my hand while I worked the toy in small, firm circles. My other hand gripped the sheets, head thrown back, breath quickening.

But I needed more.

I needed his voice. His heat. His filthy mouth whispering all the things he'd do if he were here.

I fumbled for my phone, hands shaky, heart racing. I called him.

He picked up on the second ring. His voice was thick, tired.

"Hey baby..."

"Hi," I breathed, trying to sound normal. But my voice broke, my moan slipping through.

He paused. "You okay?"

"No," I whispered, sliding my fingers deeper. "I need you."

He was silent for a beat. Then I heard him shift in bed. "What are you doing?"

"Touching myself. Thinking of you." I let out a moan, this one longer, more desperate. "It's not enough, though. It never is. I miss your cock. I miss your mouth. I need you so bad it hurts."

He groaned low, like the sound punched the air out of him. "Fuck, baby."

I could hear the rustle of his sheets, the sharp inhale as he realized just how wet I sounded.

"I started without you," I said, voice thick with lust. "But I can't finish. Not unless you help me."

"Tell me what you want," he rasped.

"I want you to tell me what you'd do if you were here."

He exhaled hard. "I'd start by laying you out. Flat on the bed. No panties. Legs spread. I'd take my time licking you open until you couldn't take it. Until your thighs were shaking. Until you were crying for me to fuck you."

I whimpered, my fingers thrusting faster, the toy buzzing mercilessly against my clit.

"Yeah?" he asked, his voice lower now. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," I cried. "God, yes."

I heard him groan again. There was a pause.

"Are you...?" I started.

"No," he said, strained. "I'm trying not to. But fuck, the way you sound right now... it's torture."

I moaned his name, desperate. "Please. I want to hear you touch yourself. I want to know I'm making you hard."

Another breath. Then, finally, I heard the soft rustle of fabric, the unmistakable slick sound of skin on skin. He groaned again, this one longer. Throatier.

"Fuck, you got me now," he growled. "My cock's so fucking hard. Been aching for you since this morning."

I gasped. My body trembled. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I'm thinking about sliding into you slow," he said. "Feeling how tight you are around me. How warm. How wet."

I whimpered, back arching again. "Keep going."

"I'd hold your wrists above your head so you couldn't touch me. I'd fuck you deep. Hard. The way you like it when you can't stop moaning. When you forget your own name."

"I'm close," I whispered.

"Don't come yet," he said sharply. "Not until I say."

I let out a desperate cry, slowing my movements just enough to obey, trembling from the restraint. I loved when he took control, even over the phone.

"Now touch your nipples," he said. "Pinch them. Hard."

I obeyed, gasping at the added sting, the way it jolted straight to my core.

He moaned louder now. "I wish I was biting them. Marking them. Making them red so you remember me every time you look in the mirror."

"God, you're gonna make me come," I whimpered.

"Now," he commanded, voice rough and deep. "Come for me. I want to hear it. Let go."

I didn't hold back. My whole body tensed as the orgasm hit, hard and fast, crashing over me in waves. I moaned his name over and over, shaking, hips bucking wildly as pleasure ripped through me.

On the other end of the line, he groaned loud, the sound raw and messy. "Fuck, baby-"

I could hear it-the slick slide of him stroking faster, his breath coming in short bursts. "You sound so fucking sexy when you come. I can't hold it."

"Do it," I begged, still coming down. "Come for me. I want to hear you fall apart."

He grunted, low and guttural, before I heard the thick sound of his release. "Oh fuck... fuck... I'm coming-shit-"

I bit my lip, shivering at the sound of it. At the thought of him alone in his bed, cock in hand, spilling for me like I was right there.

There was silence for a moment after. Just the sound of our breathing.

Then he spoke, voice soft now. "I miss you."

"I miss you more," I whispered, still aching for his touch even after all that. "But that helped."

He chuckled, a little out of breath. "You're gonna kill me next time I see you."

"Promise?" I smiled, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over my skin.

"Bet on it."