Heat of the Night

It was so hot! No, let me clarify that. I was the one that was hot, and it was the kind of heat that can’t be remedied by just turning down the thermostat. Granted in south Louisiana the summer nights can be miserable because of the heat and humidity but this was different. The air conditioner was screaming on high but the chilled air blowing across my naked body was doing nothing to diminish the raging fire within me. My heart was pounding and my mind was racing with thoughts of her.

Long minutes passed as I watched the time click by, illuminated in red numbers on my bedroom ceiling. Finally in desperation I closed my eyes and gave into the heat that was slowly consuming me. I thought of her, remembering the last time we were together.

She seemed so driven that night, driven to claim everything I offered her and more. I slowly ran my fingertips across my overheated skin and as my body remembered her touch I felt the unmistakable clench deep in my belly I get every time she touches me. Hell, who am I kidding, she can make the same thing happen to me with just a simple kiss or “that look”. I needed to see that look now. I needed to feel the sheer force of her desire as she captured me in her beautiful gray eyes.

As I remembered, my hands became her hands sliding across my damp skin claiming me with her every caress. The fingers of my right hand gently circled my nipple bringing it to a hardened peak as my left hand busied itself with the ring in my left nipple. I watched my hands in rapt fascination remembering how easily she can make me squirm with just a tug on my jewelry. Wrapping my fingers around the ring I pulled upwards and my body remembered too, sending rippling waves of desire straight to my overheated core. A low groan escaped my lips into the night, the sound of my own voice adding fuel to the fire raging inside my veins. I remembered the look in her eyes as she took my adorned nipple between her hot, greedy lips. She reminded me of a hungry wolf and I was more than ready to suffer the exquisite torture her lips and teeth would bring. I closed my eyes to the memory as I let it flood over me.

Recalling the sensations of her heated mouth tugging and nipping at my tender flesh drove me deeper into my own mind, into a place where her presence never leaves. As one hand continued to deliver wave upon wave of pleasure to my nipple the other began a slow journey southward across the curves of my slippery belly teasing and tantalizing its way to my throbbing center. Her name tumbled from my lips over and over, each syllable a mantra coaxing delicious sensations from deep within my very soul.

Gentle fingers became demanding as my hand reached the center of my need. The evidence of my desire for her was unmistakable as my fingers slid effortlessly between my wet, swollen lips. Now firmly back to that night in my mind I remembered the fevered way she devoured me and my hand became more demanding. She pulled and nipped at the ring she knew was hidden there until the pierced bundle throbbed with need. I remembered the way she seemed to be everywhere at once. All I could do was hold on and beg her not to stop. My antique iron bed made it perfect to just hold on for the ride, and hold on I did as she brought me to the brink of oblivion over and over again. She seemed possessed and I was having a religious experience.

I tried everything I could to mimic what she did to me with her mouth, but there was something missing. The desire was there, the need was there but she wasn’t. The searing passion flowing through my veins was growing more painful with each second of longing for her. I knew what I needed, I knew what I wanted but because of circumstances and distance I couldn’t have it.

With what little reasoning I had left I did the next best and only thing I could do. I quickly reached for the headset lying next to me and slipped it over my ear and hit talk. I never missed a beat with the vibe I had reached for out of desperation as I listened and waited for the line to connect. My heart sank when almost immediately I heard the mechanical voice reciting her cell phone number signaling that she had turned her phone off and my call would go straight to voice mail.

I was so close to release something inside of me snapped. I left a message. Did I care that she would hear the need and desire in my voice as I pleaded for her presence. No. Not only did I not care, but I wanted her to hear. I wanted her to hear every nuance of the orgasm that was building inside me. I wanted her to hear and know that she was the ember that started the raging inferno now ripping through my very soul. Her name tumbled over and over from my lips as I finally reached the sweet oblivion of release.

Seconds later I heard the telltale beep. My recording time had ended and so had I.

In my haze I smiled knowing that soon she would flip open her phone and see the message light flashing. I would have some explaining to do but only after she put out a few fires of her own. Of that I was sure.