Earth and Pepper

Since we started dating, slightly over a year ago, my boyfriend and I have never been apart. 

He was supposed to be back within a week after making a short visit to his home in Ecuador. But then the Covid-19 lockdown went into effect, trapping him there, and I here, in our Krypton-colored bedroom. The one we painted when we moved in together a few months ago. I miss him terribly. 

Especially sexually. Today, I’m horny to the high heavens; I’m ovulating. I’ve already masturbated twice—once when I woke up this morning, and then again while watching a rerun of Spartacus on my laptop. Now, we’re on our goodnight call. He tells me how much he misses me, and I can’t help it. I give in to the fire kindling in my groin. 

Lying there, on the soft, pink linen of our bed, his smooth, rich baritone in my ear, he whispers how much he wants me. There’s nothing in the world I want more than for him to take me in his strong arms and bury himself deep inside me. The familiar throb in my cunt peaks with a warm shiver running up my stomach, into my head. I close my eyes and recall the feel of his skin against my skin, his lips hot on my lips, and his hands blazing small fires as his touch snakes down to my core. Writhing in sweet agony, I let my hand that is playing with my navel slide down to my cunt and press against the hard knob of my clit.  

"I ache for you." I admit, meekly. 

"I do too, honey. I do," he replies, a long silence hanging between us before he adds, "I shall see you soon, hopefully." 

I’m already lost in fantasy, imagining how I would kiss him hard on his mouth if he were here beside me on the bed. I picture pinning him beneath me and easing onto his hard cock while looking deep into his eyes. Knowing the familiar bliss of his cock rubbing my insides, I’d throw my head back and swing my waist round and round and round, letting my pussy suck on it tightly, drawing both our pleasures from the act like a wet sponge being squeezed.  

"I pray so, love." I reply with a deep sigh, coming back to reality. 

“Anyway, how was your day?" he asks.

I rub my foot against the silky sheets, sinking further into my desires. I run my hand over my slit through my pants. My throbbing wetness calls for me to feel it, to act on it. 

"Great! Yours?" I answer, a little impatient. 

"Mine too."

Another warm silence creeps in.

"I'm touching myself," I finally blurt. 

"What?" He’s taken aback. Such a shy man. 

"I'm touching myself.” I repeat in a slow, dragged whisper, and do exactly as I say . “I'm running my fingers over my breasts. I'm pinching my nipple slightly.” Drawing in a sharp, audible breath, I continue, “I'm letting my fingers brush lightly across my stomach, down my belly button, down to my thick cunt, over the fabric..."

He licks his lips loudly.  "Babe!" His voice has the slightest hint of embarrassment. 

"Shhhhh!" I soothe. "Touch yourself with me."

"Okay," he whispers, releasing a loud exhale.

"My pants are pink. I can feel them soak." I offer, getting him started.

Warming up to my invitation, he draws in a breath, "Do you wanna take them off?" 

"Not yet, I want them dripping first.” I tease. “Are you hard?"

"Yeah. My cock is hard. I'm holding it in my hand." 

"Can you rub it for me? Slowly please." 

Exhaling short breaths loudly, he whispers a reply, "Yes, my love. I'm rubbing it slowly. Up and down. Up and down. I miss your mouth on it." 

Each word glides over the phone and into my ear, sending a shiver up and down my spine. I dance my waist in rhythm, letting the heat wash over my entire body. My cunt, now very moist, grows a voice of its own, begging me to touch it. I lick my lips that are starting to dry slightly with the act.

"I miss it, babe. I miss your big cock deep down in my throat. I want you down my throat, babe." 

Oh, what I wouldn’t do for that cock. I feel his earth and pepper taste conjure in my mouth. I love sucking him hard and swallowing all his cum.

"I want you too, hun. Your warm, wet mouth. Your tongue, like a soft, warm cloth. I like how you lick my balls." 

Pushing my briefs aside, I run a finger over my slick slit, feeling the inviting warmth. I can barely concentrate on our conversation now. I’m hot. "Do you love how I suck you?" I say to keep it afloat.

From his end, I can hear him breathe heavily and stifle a grunt as he usually does when he's trying his best not to cum. It gives me a deep satisfaction knowing I’m responsible for making him feel this way. 

"Yes! Yes, babe. I love how you suck me." 

With new enthusiasm, I dip a finger into my wet cunt and a moan escapes my lips. It feels so fucking good.

"Oh babe. I want to suck you now. I want to suck your big cock. And then I want you to put it inside me and rub my walls. I want you to move in and out.” My finger imitates the motion. “In and out. And in and out of me ‘til you feel good.” I increase my rhythm and pressure.. “I want you to fuck me hard. Oh baby, I want you to make me feel good.”

Loud gasps of pleasure escape my mouth and mix with his loud groans.

"Fuck babe. I wanna fuck you so hard right now. I want to fill you... I want to turn you over and give you my big cock with your fat ass bouncing for me." 

I moan in rhythm, becoming more frantic. Using my other free hand, I rub my clit and dance my hips in pleasure.

"Babe, I feel so good. I feel so fucking good... I feel hot and happy..."

"Oh. Babe. Oh, babe. I'm cumming!" 

My eyes roll back in my head, driven by his voice. A shock travels up my spine and I see stars as I feel my cum approaching from afar. 

"Yes, babe. Cum with me, baby... I'm there, baby. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, yes!”

“Babe. Fuck, I'm cumming! uh…ahhhh.”

We scream uncontrollably together. My feet shake and my teeth grate together. When the wave hits me, it washes me over and over and over. Drawing all my strength, leaving my back to arch like a bow. 

Moments later, I collapse on the bed and catch a breath. "How was that?" I pant. 

He giggles sheepishly. His voice cracks slightly, like an excited preteen. "You naughty girl," he replies. 

My whole face beams with satisfaction. "Your naughty girl, daddy. I love you." 

"I love you too, babe." 

I turn to my right and grab a photo from our bedside table. It’s a framed close-up of us eating ice cream. I look at it longingly and sigh. I can’t wait to see him. But tonight, I'm happy. Very happy with myself.  

"Soon, my love.” I resign to say. 

“Soon,” he promises. “Dream of me."

Bip. Bip. Bip.

The line goes dead.

Photo by Abel Kayode