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“Just to feel the heat of your body melting into mine.”
    “What else?” he asks.
    “I want to have you in my hand. I want to feel you pulsing for me. I want to bring my mouth so close to you, without touching, that you can feel my warm breath."
    He hisses, a quick indrawn breath through clenched teeth. "This is so unfair,” he groans.  “God help us both when I get home.” I hear his words, but I'm lost now – to the fantasy, to the feelings.  Hearing him speak heightens my arousal until it is just a blue fog inside my brain, totally overwhelming, canceling out everything else.
    "That's my hand touching you,” he says. “Those are my fingers inside you. Your eyes are locked with mine until my fingers start to piston in and out of you, my tongue probing your most sensitive parts as I push and push you to orgasm.  Can you feel me there?”
    My first answer is a whimper.  “Yes.” I answer boldly now, louder.  "I want you here. I can see you so clearly, standing next to the bed, staring down at me. I can see your face light up at seeing me so hot and wet.”
    “Baby, you have me so horny.  Stroke your sex.  Do it just like I would," he instructs. "I want to hear it. I want to hear how wet you are.” I move with a slow but deliberate rhythm. In the stillness, my fingers in the wet folds of flesh began to make a slurping kind of noise. It is unmistakable and I know Evan can clearly hear it over the line.
    “Oh yes,” Evan urges me on, "faster, baby, faster.  I want to hear you cry out for me." His voice is thick with sexual desire.
    There is something incredibly sexy about a man’s hand on his own cock, seeing his hand sliding knowledgeably up and down. I close my eyes and imagine Evan’s hand moving so easily across that massive erection. Listening to his wet palm sliding up and down his length, I can hear the sound of flesh on flesh, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
    I groan as I pick up speed, rubbing faster and harder as the sensations work together to bring me quickly into a frenzy.  My breath comes in short gasps.
    "Yes, baby, that's it. Feel my tongue there – all over you, in you.  I want to hear you.  Don't hold back, baby.  Don't be afraid.  Does it feel good?"
    "Yes ... yes ... yesss!" I hiss through clenched teeth. "Ohhhh, yes!” I call to him until neither of us can take a moment more and my first spasm of orgasm starts.
    I can hear Evan through the phone. "Oh, shit,” followed by a loud grunt and a deep sigh as we ride the storm together.
    The intensity of the experience brings tears to my eyes, and now shudders of relief wash over me.  We are both silent for several moments, just our breathing passing through the phone.
    “I love you!” Evan pants.
    “I love you too,” I reply breathily, my body still tingling from my orgasm.
    “I’m so glad you called,” he tells me.
    “Mmm, me too.”
    “Go to sleep, and I promise to visit you in your dreams.”
    I hang up and lie in our bed, pull up the covers, and within minutes I am contently asleep dreaming of footballs, flowers, and fellatio.   

Chapter Three
    In the Dark

    T he Sentinels’ game starts at one today.  It’s become a ritual for some of the fans to come watch Evan’s game here at Rush.  Marcus wasted little time in making some needed changes, which include replacing our projection system with a monster eighty-four-inch ultra-high-definition television.  It’s the size of a small compact car.  It was a big expense that took a big bite out of our reserves, but one that will hopefully pay off.
    I have to admit, when we watch the games here, it seems like we’re right there on the field with the team.  My favorite part is when Evan removes his helmet and joins his team on the sidelines.  I love to watch the game through his expressive blue eyes and see how they light up when a great play is made.  I even love watching him run his hands through his hair when his team struggles.
    Today, we watch in