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me,” I tell him.  “We would be naked in bed and your mouth would be so wet and warm on me.”
    “Baby, just thinking about you lying there is making me crazy.  Are you naked right now?” he asks.
    I remove my robe and in a voice barely above a whisper, I say, “Yes.”
    “Good.”  I hear his voice getting breathier and I imagine him lying in bed, fully aroused, thinking about me.  “Put the phone on speaker and place it on the nightstand.”
    I do as I’m told.  “Okay.”
    His voice fills the room, “Are you wet for me, Juliette?  Because I’m as hard as a rock right now.”  I only smile at that, taking pleasure in knowing that my words arouse him, that he can see it as clearly as I can.
    “I think so,” I tell him.
    In a voice that demands obedience, he sharply instructs, “Don’t answer unless you know.  Place your hand on your neck and slowly slide it down, across your breast, skimming your stomach, and don’t stop until you find out.  You’re going to have to slide those fingers between your legs.  Now open them up for me and check.  And when you answer this time, I want you to be very descriptive.”
    Oh my God.  Does he want me to touch myself while he listens? 
    He’s not asking me to do anything we haven’t done together, so I move my hand slowly down my body, across my navel, and explore the fleshy folds of skin that are now throbbing with anticipation.  I test first with one finger, then two, and find I’m soaking wet.
    “Well?” he asks.
    “I’m dripping,” I tell him.  “I see you everywhere I look.  I can smell you, taste you.  I can imagine it’s your hands touching me right now.”
    “Do you know what I’m doing, Juliette?”
    “No.”  My hands still for a moment and all I can feel is my heart beating wildly and my core pulsing and tingling.  “Tell me.”
    “I have my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it slowly.  Only in my mind, it’s not my hand, it’s yours.  And you’re getting ready to lick the little bead of liquid that’s already collecting on the tip.”
    “I wish I was there,” I tell him.
    “You are here with me.  And I’m there with you.  Always and forever.  Now place a few fingers in your mouth and suck until they’re warm and wet, but not for too long.”  As I do, I mewl with pleasure.  “Take your fingers and place them back between your legs.  Imagine it’s my tongue tasting you, feeling you squirm.  Slowly, a finger wiggles its way inside you, then a second.  They work their way in and out, making you climb higher and higher.  With my other hand I’m touching your breast, keeping it hard and firm, plucking and pinching, torturing you with pain and pleasure.”
    I close my eyes and do as I’m told.  Listening to his raspy voice as I touch myself makes it easy to imagine we’re making love.  I moan softly, knowing now that we're doing this together, each of us using the substitute of our own touch to ease the ache of not being able to touch each other.
    I can hear him breathing hard.  When he stops speaking, I can definitely hear him stroking himself.  Just the sound drives me on, my fingers slipping in and out, imagining it's Evan I can feel inside me. My breath is coming in short pants.
    "I wonder if your body would shiver if you felt my breath on you. I think it would.  I would want you to shiver when you feel my breath, and shiver again after a well-timed flick of my tongue."
    Barely able to control my breathing, I tell him, "God, you're making me wetter. I can almost feel you between my legs.”
    Our breathing evens as the lull in my fantasy allows our bodies to cool a little. "Jesus ... " Evan draws in a deep, ragged breath and I know his hand has slowed slightly. I smile, my fingers nestled deep inside, stroking minutely.
    “Tell me what you want.”
    "You between my thighs," I tell him honestly. My middle finger begins to make teasing circles around my sex, every now and again sliding over it.