"Oh?" she breathed. "What we'd be doing?"
"You tell me..." He was not going to make this easy for her.
He cannot see you, maybe he will never see you for real, she reminded herself. What harm can be done if we do have a little bit of fun now?
She couldn't explain that sudden urge, but it was almost unbearable. Her whole body was on fire, she could imagine his touch, his voice, his breathing puffing against her skin as he came closer and whispered words of passion in her ear.
"How about we try to imagine together what will happen if I am there with you?" she suggested.
"Hmm, are you sure you want to know what I have in mind?" Connor laughed uneasily. She could only hope it meant that he was as shy and uncomfortable with this sudden new development in their friendship as she was.
"Yes, please tell me," Anthea couldn't resist her desire anymore. Before he could start talking again, she dimmed the lights in her bedroom. Hopefully, the mood could compensate for his absence a little bit.
"You'll have to do most of the hard work here, darling, I'm still stuck in my wheelchair," he growled. Anthea knew how angry he was to still be unable to run or get back on his bike. Yet, she could feel some excitement as he described the image he had in his head. "You'll climb on my lap and straddle my hips," he said in a low voice. "You'll wrap your arms around my neck and when you lean forward to kiss my lips, I'll turn the wheels rapidly and we'll be spinning in this wheelchair. Like in one of those cheesy romance movies." That didn't sound bad at all. He was quite creative in finding a use for his wheelchair after all.
"What will happen after I tear my lips off yours?" she asked.
"So soon? I hoped you'd want to deepen the kiss. You'll get so impatient that you'll bite the tip of my tongue and my body will jerk with sudden pain. And you'll feel something really hard and excited poking at your bum and that will fuel your passion even more, darling. Your tongue, teeth and lips will try to claim every inch of my mouth, taste me, suckle and bite, tease me so much that I would want to rip off your clothes..."
Man, the guy could talk. No wonder he was a songwriter. Anthea could feel the heat gather between her legs. She closed her eyes and imagined she was sitting on his lap and not straddling her pillow. It was the hardened bulge in his pants that was touching her buttocks. She imagined feeling his manhood grow harder as she rocked on top of him, teasing him, giving him the anticipation of how it would feel when he was buried inside her heated soft depths.
"Can you please do something for me, Anthea?" Connor asked suddenly.
"Yes," she didn't care what it was. Anything. Everything.
"Pull your bra up and touch your nipples, please. Do not stop until I tell you." Even hearing those words was enough for her nipples to get immediately excited. When she took them between her two fingers and rubbed slightly, they were already so hard, that her whole body started shaking. She continued rubbing and tugging at the beads. Her breathing got louder. Before she knew, she was moaning and was rewarded with Connor's heavy breathing on the other end of the line.
"Your moans are so sexy. Do not stop. Touch those beautiful beads for me until they turn bright red with need.”
That was not a request anymore but a demand. Anthea's head dropped back and her mouth opened letting out another loud moan. Mirroring her circular touches on both her breasts, she did not stop until her body was rocking and heat oozing out of her slit.
"Now, imagine my wet tongue licking and caressing them, to ease their need," Connor continued. Only a few words in his low, husky voice and she was on verge of maddening need.
"I need to take off my t-shirt and bra, they hurt," she wasn't sure whether she was asking for his permission or keeping him informed. Her stomach quivered as she listened to his breathing, impatient what he'd say. Her hands moved to the hem of her t-shirt, but she did not pull it off. She waited. She wanted him to say it, she needed to imagine it was him doing that to her.
"No," Connor said suddenly. Anthea opened her eyes - confused for a moment. Did he change his mind? "Not until you help me to strip away my clothes and then cover my chest with your kisses. Only then, you are allowed to get rid of your t-shirt and bra. Until then your sexy boobs will be trapped."
Anthea's insides quivered as she closed her eyes and imagined how she would slowly unbutton his shirt, how her hands would touch his hard chest, how her lips would tease him. She smiled as she imagined licking his navel and planting a wet line of kisses all the way up to his throat and jaw. He had a beautiful, strong jaw. Now, she was so excited that she wanted him to tell her to touch herself.
"I can't wait, please I need more..." she whimpered.
"So impatient," Connor laughed. "What you need more?"
Oh, no, no, no... she might've been daring but she was not going to voice all her naughty fantasies. Her face was red with embarrassment, her lips swollen as she had been licking and biting them. So swollen, as if he had kissed her all those times she imagined his mouth on her lips.
"Take off every piece of clothing. Tell me when you remove your panties," he instructed.
"My... they... oh... so wet," she hardly spoke. The poor lacy piece was completely soaked with the juices of her excitement. Every word he said, did magic to her body.
Until now, Anthea had thought she could be connected to
