Author's Notes:
The theme song of this chapter is:
All to You - Sabrina Claudio
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I arrived back at my hotel room, turning the door handle and letting myself inside. The room was dark and quiet. There was nothing to do and no one here to talk to. And it was still relatively early.
It struck me just how alone I really was in all of this.
I swallowed down my grief at thoughts of missing Andrew. If he had still been healthy and alive, I would still be here in Milan without him.
But I would call him - every morning and every night. I would listen to his soothing deep voice telling me how much he loved me and missed me, and I would tell him the same. His voice on the other end of the phone would make all of the distance melt away. It would be as if we were in the same room and just refraining from touching each other as an exercise in restraint.
It would be so effortless to talk with him. Sometimes we didn't even need words. All we'd have to do is sit and listen to the sound of each other's voices. And when we did talk, even the most mundane things were fantastic. I loved to hear about the minutiae of his day. Give me Andrew talking about the hilarious antics of lazy tenants making excuses for not paying their rent any day.
But there'd be no more talk about lazy tenants. A chill swept up my spine and across my shoulders and I took a ragged breath just on the edge of a sob. He was gone.
I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and glanced at its notification-less screen reading that it was only ten thirty local time. It was late enough to go to sleep, but I wasn't tired at all. It was four thirty in the United States, so people wouldn't be getting home from work for another. Maybe I could still think of someone I could call, though.
I'd gotten a special European SIM card for use while I was in Milan and was told I could use it to bill the company for any international calls I needed to make, but honestly, who did I have to call? Certainly not Andrew.
I locked the door, set my purse down on the desk, kicked my heels off, and laid back on the bed, about to grab the remote control to the room TV. The previous night, I'd discovered little on that was worth watching, so after a few seconds of vain channel flipping, I gave up relatively easily. I tossed the remote across the bed in frustration and picked up my phone and looked at it, remembering a time long before I knew Andrew was sick.
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Three and a half years ago ...
"I miss you, too," I said into the phone, a little wistfully. This stupid business trip two hours' drive away for training was already driving me crazy and I'd only just arrived earlier tonight I couldn't believe I had to be gone for two whole days more. I wanted to be home with my boyfriend, cuddling on his couch.
"What are you wearing right now, Vi?" Andrew asked. I could almost hear the smirk in his voice.
I looked down at myself. An oversized ripped t-shirt and fleece pajama pants with cartoon kittens on them. "Sexy lingerie," I lied, "The blue babydoll you really like."
"Mmm," Andrew said, "I don't even want to know why you needed to take that sexy one with you, because I can't be mad at you knowing you're wearing it, looking like you do in it. Can you cup your breasts for me through that smooth material, imagining that's me? Or slide the straps aside and bare your breasts?"
I put the phone on speaker and set it down, then lifted the t-shirt and ran my hands along the bottoms of my breasts, imagining that was Andrew.
"Do my hands feel good?" he asked.
"Yes," I murmured, letting my fingertips graze over my skin gently, caressing the sensitive skin there.
Andrew's voice got husky as he asked, "Should I touch myself, Vi?"
"Yes," I replied, still teasing and cupping the undersides of my breasts as he asked.
"That's what I was hoping for." I heard the soft sound of Andrew readjusting the phone. "I'm taking my pants off now, babe. And taking my cock out. I'd like you to do as I say for the rest of this call."
"Okay," I breathed into the phone.
"I mean it, Violet. Can you give me control of all of your actions tonight, Violet? Just let me tell you what to do, every step of the way? And do it without question for me?" he asked.
"Absolutely." There was no hesitation or doubt that I would do exactly as he asked.
"Nipples. I want you to tease them for me. Gentle at first, but don't be afraid to get a little rougher as you go. Imagine that's my fingers. And my tongue."
I swirled my fingers around my sensitive nipples and couldn't help but moan as I imagined Andrew doing just what I was to them.
"Vi, that's exactly what I want to hear. My hand is wrapped around my cock right now and I'm imagining that's you, stroking me, your hand wrapped around me. Do you know how much hotter it is to feel my cock getting pumped while hearing your moans?" I almost moaned louder still, unable to believe the instant rush of heat that hit me at his words that he was stroking himself and that I was making him even more turned on.
"Is it?" I asked, clenching my thighs together at the thought.
"Fuck yes! Why do you think I immediately have to be inside you once you start touching me? Keep playing with your nipples. Don't stop that until you come. Are you wearing panties?"
"I am," I told him, hoping it didn't kill the mood of my imaginary lingerie I had described to him.
"That's fine, Violet. I like to imagine taking them off of you, anyways. And I do. I'm so hard, Violet, thinking of undressing you while you touch me. It feels so good to imagine you stroking me and caressing me. Are you wet, Violet?"
"Yes," I answered, sure from the friction of my thighs that I was drenched for him.
"Slide your hand inside your panties and imagine me touching you."
I didn't answer his request. I just did as he instructed. I slid my finger over my clit and began circling it with my finger. I was already quite wet and that tiny bit of direct friction was more than needed to moan louder.
"Fuck, Vi," Andrew said, "I wish I was there right now so bad. I can just imagine being inside you. Rub that little clit for me and imagine that's my tongue."
I began strumming my little button faster.
"Violet, will you come for me there in your hotel room tonight, baby? I want to make you come so hard."
"Yes!" I crooned as I felt my clit tighten at my repeated strokes.
"Vi, I just can't even picture anyone else when I'm aroused. All I want is you. You're the only woman for me."
"Really?"
"Really. And I miss you so much."
I continued wordlessly moaning, rubbing and circling, picturing his mouth at my core and his tongue frenetic against it. I was soaking wet and aching for him and only him. Then, in a rush of blunt words, I told him honestly, "You're the only one I can think of, too. Since the moment we met, I haven't been able to. No one else."
"Vi, I want to hear my name when you come. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," I said, already feeling the beginning of a climax just beyond my reach.
Andrew moaned and panted. I knew he was getting close. "Violet, I am just picturing you right now, so fucking beautiful, riding me, babe. I want to feel you come around me."
My clit was so primed. I was so ready to explode. I closed my eyes and painted the mental picture he had given me.
"Andrew," I sighed, "I can just imagine riding you, my pussy sliding down around your thick shaft. It feels so good!" I was about to explode
"Violet! Fuck!" he moaned out.
I pictured Andrew on the bed with his thick cock shooting his cum everywhere and I began toppling over the edge. "Andrew!" I cried out, just as he had asked.
"Fuck, I love you so much!" Andrew panted as he began coming down from his high already. I gasped at his words.
"Love?" I asked. He hadn't said that word to me before. It had to be a mistake; some post-coital delusion thing making him mistake his orgasm for love. "You can't actually mean that."
"No," he said, making me instantly think he meant that it was a mistake, "I definitely mean it. I love everything about you. Right down to that ratty t-shirt and the fleece cat pajamas I know you're wearing. You. I love everything about you. And I was really hoping you'd say you felt the same."
I closed my eyes and sighed deeply, immediately wanting to face-palm myself for saying 'you can't mean that' instead of replying in kind. "Of course, I love you, Andrew. Knowing you're in my life makes every day just a little bit better.
"Maybe I should take the next few days off of work and come up there to be with you during your training. Is there room in that hotel room for me?"
"Definitely," I said with a smile.
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Today ...
The tears trickled silently down my cheeks as I remembered our time together once more, staring at my blank phone screen. I didn't miss the orgasms. Not really, at least. If that was all I needed, I had plenty of material to bring myself there without him, or guys like Antonio who would be willing if I wanted.
But I still missed it; that intimacy. I would never have that with Andrew again. We wouldn't have that.
As I sat staring, the tears starting to flow more freely, I glanced at the time. Eleven o'clock. Five in New York. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I opened up my contacts, pushed a few buttons, and held the phone up to my ear. It began to ring.
"Hello," the voice on the other end said. My tears almost fell harder, hearing him.
"Sam," I croaked out, my voice cracking on a sob.
"Shh, shh, Vi, it's okay. It's okay!" He soothed.
"I miss being home. There are people I know here, but it's so lonely. It's just not the same."
"Oh, Vi," Sam said, "Cass and I miss you, too. I'm actually already back at my place with him. Work got done early today because it rained."
"I miss his little fuzzy head, too," I said, smiling just a little at the thought of the snuggly, kissy little furball.
Suddenly, I heard panting and sniffing sounds. I knew that Casanova was right up against the phone. Sam laughed and said, "Cass just covered my phone in licks. He must really miss you, too. Too bad he got my phone all wet with dog slobber."
I smiled a little more and sniffed back my tears.
"Tell me about your day, Sam."
"It was great before it rained," he began, "I actually got to build a little playspace for the kids in the family, for the house we're building today. I bet they are going to love it."
I felt my heart warm at the thought of Sam making a play space for these strangers' kids and how happy he was to just do something nice and get paid for it. I absent-mindedly thought of how good of a dad he might make someday.
"You really love kids, don't you?" I asked.
I could almost hear the smile on his face as he replied, "I do. I'd like to have some of my own someday."
"Me too. Only a few, though."
"Two sounds great," Sam said, the wistfulness clear in his voice.
"So, tell me about the playspace," I asked.
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