“Yes.”

      “Bene.” His voice sank to a whisper. “I’ve shut the door to my office and my assistant has gone home.” Abby heard him take a deep breath. “Where are you?”

      “In my room. Now that you’ve spoken to Lucy, she’s snug in her bed.”

      “Molto bene. Now, listen well, bella, after all  I am your master.”

      Abby giggled. “Si, maestro.”

      “Are your doors locked? If not, lock them. I want no interruptions.”

      “They’re locked. I’m at your command.”

      “Eccellente! Strip. Lie down on your bed. Now, moisten your finger and wet your nipples. Circle them until they tighten.” His velvet voice caressed her over the phone. “It’s my lips on them, bella. Suckling them, biting them, licking them. You taste like honey, like wine. You intoxicate me and make me hard. Very hard. Do you want to touch me, too?”

      She could barely breathe, much less speak, but she tried. “Yes. Touch your cock for me. Cup your balls.”

      She listened hard and heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper unzipping. His breath hissed and she knew he had his penis in his hand. “Should I continue to touch my nipples, Antonio?”

      “Are they hard yet?”

      “Oh, yes.” She moaned. “And you, stroke the underside of your prick and pretend my hands are fondling you.” 

      “Bene. Your hands, your soft hands. Dio, you’re moving them faster, squeezing and stroking me.” His breath came harsher. “No, no more. Take your hands; put them between your thighs, between your lips. Are they wet? Are you damp there?”

      She panted. Her heart raced. Images crowded her mind. Antonio was with her. His hands clasped her thighs; his curly head lay between them as he thrust his tongue to lick that soft nubbin. Her hand dropped to her aching pussy. She was wet. Tender. Sensitive to the touch of her own fingers. As they teased the swollen knot of flesh, she moaned again.

      “Are your fingers wet? Are you creaming there? Take your fingers and taste the cream. Do you like it? Tell me.”

      She whimpered. She throbbed. As if she had no will, her fingers moved to her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to taste the moisture.                                     

      “Well, tell me.”

      “It tastes… exciting. Oh, God, Antonio, I want you here. I need you here.”

      “I am there with you. I can see you. You’re like a pearl. You glisten. Your scent is like no other.”       

      Abby’s hand moved within her. Antonio’s voice urged her on to go faster, harder, deeper. She complied, coming closer and closer to reaching her climax.

      “I want you come with me, darling. Close your eyes and pretend we’re together, Antonio. Our naked bodies pressed so close, not even a whisper of air can come between us. You’re in me deep, so deep, so…oh, God.”

      He heard that little shudder in her voice and knew she’d climaxed. It sent him over the edge to join her.

      But it wasn’t enough.