The phone rang twice before Sarah picked up. "Hello?"
"Hey, sweetheart. It's me," Jake said, his voice crackling slightly over the satellite connection.
"Jake! Oh my god, I've been waiting for your call all day. How are you?"
"I'm doing alright. Just missing you like crazy. How about you?"
Sarah sighed. "Same here. The house feels so empty without you. When did you say you'd be home again?"
"Four more months," Jake replied, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Just four more months and I'll be back in your arms."
"Four months feels like an eternity," Sarah said softly. "But I know it'll fly by. Tell me about your day. How are things over there?"
Jake paused for a moment. "It's... it's tough, you know? But thinking of you keeps me going. What about you? How's work?"
"Oh, same old, same old. Nothing exciting... I had a dream about you last night," Sarah said, her voice lowering.
"Yeah? What was it about?" Jake asked, interest evident in his tone.
Sarah paused before speaking softly. "It started at that little café where we had our first date. Remember?"
"How could I forget? You spilled coffee all over my new shirt," Jake chuckled.
"Right, that part was the same," Sarah continued. "But in the dream, after I spilled the coffee, I insisted you come back to my place so I could wash your shirt."
Jake's voice dropped to match hers. "Oh? And then what happened?"
Sarah took a deep breath. "Well, we got to my apartment, and you took off your shirt. I put it in the wash, and when I turned around... the way you were looking at me, Jake. It was so intense."
"Go on," Jake encouraged, his voice husky.
"I walked over to you, and suddenly we were kissing. Your hands were in my hair, on my waist. We stumbled towards the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind us," she continued, her breath quickening.
Jake swallowed audibly. "Sarah..."
"It felt so real, Jake. The warmth of your skin, your breath on my neck. I could even smell your cologne. When I woke up, I was reaching for you," Sarah said, her hand trailing down her body.
"God, Sarah. I wish I could be there with you right now," Jake said, his voice thick with longing.
"Me too, Jake. I need you," Sarah whispered.
"Tell me what you'd do if I was there," Jake urged, his voice rough with need.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, then let her fingers slide up her thigh. "If you were here," she began, her voice low and sultry, "I'd start by kissing you, slowly, teasing you with my tongue. I'd kiss my way down your chest, tasting your skin."
Jake's breathing quickened. "You know how much I love that. What else?"
"I'd go lower," Sarah continued, pushing her panties aside, "until I was right where you want me most. I'd take you in my mouth, Jake. Slowly at first, then deeper, tasting you, feeling you."
"God, Sarah. Keep going," Jake whispered, his voice husky with desire.
"I'd look up at you, watching your face as I took all of you in my mouth. Running my fingers over your balls as I tried not to choke," Sarah slid her fingers up her legs. She shivered as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine Jake was in the room with her., "Imagining how you'd groan my name."