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I hear the phone ringing in the distance. It's a quiet ring that drifts in and out of my conscious, part of my dream...Sweet, sweet dreams. Suddenly the ringing is louder. It's distinct and distracting. I will it away, wanting to remain in my fantasy. "RINGGGGGG!"

"Danny? Answer the phone." I say sleepily. No sooner are the words out I remember. Danny has been gone for five days now. A business trip that I didn't want him to go on. A trip that might put him in contact with people I don't want him to see. The phone continues ringing. I glance at the clock and realize it's after two in morning. A flash of fear runs through me. Something is wrong. No one calls at this hour with good news. My hand hesitantly reaches for the phone. "RINGGGGGG". I stare at the receiver and grab it quickly.

"Hello?", my voice is hesitant. My heart is beating too quickly. I feel faint. "Please God, let it be Danny", I think to myself as I wait for a response.

The line is crackling with interference. I can barely hear who it is...

"Hello? Hello? Who is this?", I am desperate now. I stare out into the darkness of our room. A flash of lightening and then the boom of thunder. I hate storms.

"Hey honey!" The line is clear then, and it is my husband. He's safe. He sounds happy.

"Oh Danny!"

The sky lights up again. I wait for the thunder. It resonates throughout the room. I hear the windows rattle. I through the covers over my head and hear him laugh.

"I heard that. It sounds like a bad storm.", His voice, so rich and thick. It cuts through me.

"The worst. Why aren't you hear?" I whine miserably.

"It's only thunder. You're safe and I'll be home...soon."

"Not soon enough!", I know I'm being childish, but I hate not being with him. I miss him in our bed.

"I miss you baby.", His voice is deeper, yet softer. I feel a current of electricity run through me, stopping in the middle of stomach. I marvel at the feelings he gives me even when he's not around.

"I miss you too. Come home." I whisper back.

"Tomorrow. I promise. What are you doing?", he asks.

"I'm in bed our bed--where you should be."

"Hmmm...What are you wearing?"

"Your blue shirt, the one you wore before you left. It still smells like you."

"And?"

"Danny!"

"Come on...", he sounds like a little boy getting ready to do something nasty. I feel my body getting warmer.

"I'm wearing, the black thong you bought me last month."

"Take off the shirt."

My hands automatically move to unfasten the buttons. My breathing is already labored. I feel his presence in the room, even with miles separating us. The effect he has on me is powerful.

"Danny, I can't." I protest. It feels odd to do this on the phone.

"For me?" He knows I won't deny him. I slip the shirt off.

"Done."

"Lay back against the pillows. Close your eyes. I'm running my hands up your legs..."

My own hand moves. My smooth palm glides down my thigh. I am Danny's puppet. I feel a warmth wash over over me. I sigh.

"Your stomach's soft. That spot right where your waist begins...kissing you there.", his voice drops lower and I can almost feel his breath on my body as if he's here whispering to me.

"Uhhhhh..." My body stretches in response to his voice as I picture his lips on my hip. My hand reaches down to touch his silky black hair. I find my own skin... Disappointment. Thunder claps loudly outside.

"Tell me what it feels like when I suck on your nipples." His voice is huskier.

He likes it when I describe in detail how he makes me feel. He's told me "stories" before. Never over the phone though. Sometimes when we are making love he tells me exactly what he's about to do. My body reacts in anticipation to his touch. He says it turns him on. It took me a while to get used to talking while making love. Now, I can't imagine being silent. With Jesse it was quiet and rushed. With Danny, it's full of wonderful sounds and mostly unhurried. Once Danny told me that if he can't hear me, then he can't come.

"It feels warm..." I close my eyes remembering. " and wet...sometimes it hurts, but it's a "good" pain...Your tongue...When you pull with your teeth..." I feel myself blushing.

"I'm so hard." he groans. "Tell me more."

"What if someone's listening?"

"No one's listening. You're paranoid. Tell me."

"I love having you in my mouth." The words flow from my mouth quickly as if I'm afraid I'll be caught saying them.

I hear him draw in a breath. "Oh God." He moans.

"When you're inside me and I feel you losing control...ahhh..."

"Touch yourself."

Danny and I love to watch each other. It becomes a game of "who can hold out longer". Watching him masturbate fascinates me. Right before we are ready to come we end up climbing all over each other, desperate for that ultimate connection. I usually reach my orgasm as soon as he fills me up. The contractions of my body cause him to come soon after...

My hand is between my legs. Danny the puppeteer causing me to do the things he asks of me.

"Are you very wet?" he asks.

"Uh-huh..." I sigh.

"I want to taste you so bad..." his breathing is deeper. My body reacts to his desires as I pull the panties from my body.

Thunder claps loudly and instead of my husbands sensual voice filling my ears, I hear an awful buzzing. There's been a power outage. The phone is dead.

"Wonderful!" I say as I toss the phone across the room into the darkness. I hear it bounce off of something and then land on the floor.

Another flash of lightening illuminates the room. Then I see him standing over my body, looking down at me, the discarded phone in his hand. "Lose something?"

I gasp in shock.

"What are you doing here?"

His tie is hanging loosely around his neck and his shirt is already unbuttoned. I watch as he quickly unzips his pants. My arms open wide to welcome him. I can see how much he wants me as he climbs into our bed....

I wrap my arms around my husband. His body relaxes into my embrace. I run my hands through his hair and feel the droplets of rain on my fingers. His wet curls are beautiful and in the darkness I draw a clear picture of him. I smile and sigh, "Danny..." .

"Mmmmmm...." He places kisses all along my neck. "...I want to touch you so bad..." he whispers and then I feel his hand on my softest place and his fingers begin to dance.

I am lost. Lost in the rythmic movement. Lost. Lost. I hear myself moan and then my hips shift upward.

"Don't move.", Danny's voice is barely a whisper, but his wish is my command. I stop the thrust and sink back down to the bed.

His mouth is on me. My body blushes and I feel a warmth spread through me. I try to pull away. His tongue separates the folds and juts slowly in and out. I stretch out and bite my lip to keep from crying out. His hands are on my thighs pressing them further apart. In desperation I whimper. I reach out and press his head firmly to me. He stops, looks up at me and smiles. He loves this.

I groan and writhe underneath him, forcing him upwards. His face is in mine now. I place my lips on his and taste myself. He likes that too. My hand seeks his member. He chuckles.

"You're so big." He moans in response to my hands movement. I feel his body shake. He rolls off me and lets me do as I please. I roll with him and lowering myself, place my lips over him. After a while I feel him tense up and know he is close to coming. He pushes me away. We are laying side by side. Danny grabs my leg and pulls it over his own.

"I want to be inside you." He thrusts into me filling me up completely. Drawing me closer he begins to establish a rhythm. Our bodies are so in tune that within seconds we are moving in unison.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop..." I cry.

His hips move faster meeting mine. We both look down watching in awe as our bodies are joined.

"It's beautiful..." he says between breathes.

"It is." He is staring into my eyes. I feel my body opening. Release is near.

"Come for me."

"Not yet."

"I'm close."

"So am I..." I giggle.

He laughs with me.

He slows the pace. The thrusts are slower and deeper.

"This feels so good..."

"I'm--going--to--come", I cry out.

"I'm there with you baby...come..."

My body burst into flames and I feel a rush of energy roll through my body. With my hands I grip at his buttocks drawing him nearer. Danny convulses into me.

Our breathing is heavy our bodies are wrapped together. A perfect fit.

"I missed you." he whispers into my ear.

"I missed you too." I whisper back

 

The End