Sweet on Wilde

by Fabiola Francisco

  “I wish we were having this conversation in person. I hate hearing that you’ve doubted your choice in regards to a life with me.

  “Stop. No, that’s not what I said. I said I’ve wondered if I should have moved. I could have let you live your dream and see if life had us cross paths again, but I don’t regret what we have. I made the choice to move because I believe in what we have. I do, however, wish we were talking in person. I wish I had your arms around me and my body pressed against yours. I wish I could kiss you and feel your fingers brushing my hair.”

  “What else?” I hear the need in his voice.

  “Baby…” I breathe in deeply. “I wish we were in bed together, so I could feel your stubble on my skin as you nuzzle my neck.” I close my eyes and inhale, wishing he really was here.

  “I wish I was there, too…touching you, tasting you…God, I miss you.”

  “I would move my hand down slowly, raking my nails over your stomach.” We have never done this, never had the time, but I feel desperate to pretend he was in my bed pleasing me, and I let go of my inhibition.

  “Mmm…”

  “Reaching into your boxers for your cock. Are you hard, baby?”

  “When I think of you, always. I would kiss down your neck to your chest, taking your nipple in my mouth and sucking on it until it was a hard peak begging for more.” I clench my thighs together, wishing I had his hands rubbing my clit.

  “That would feel so good.” I move my hand over my breasts, teasing my nipples. It’s nothing like what Parker would do, but if I close my eyes and focus on his voice I can almost feel him on me.

  “Touch yourself. Are you wet?”

  “Yes,” I breathe, reaching inside my pajama pants and feeling the wetness there.

  “Rub your clit. Pretend it’s me.”

  I moan into my cell. “My hand reaches for your dick, gripping you and stroking firmly.” Our breathing begins to get heavier.

  “Baby…Fuck yourself with your finger. Move in long strokes inside your pussy, feel yourself.” I do as he says, wanting to please myself and him.

  “I want to be with you so badly. I would move my hand up and down your cock, spreading pre-cum over the crown of your dick.” I arch my back and moan softly, trying not to be too loud.

  “That’s right, babe. Insert another finger and fuck your hole faster.” I love hearing him speak so sure and commanding. I love when he gets all alpha on me. I guess phone sex and having me away from him brings that out. “Rub your clit with your thumb. Allow yourself to feel the pleasure. Imagine my hands on you, stroking your clit and drawing you into an orgasm.”

  “Parker…” I moan. “My lips are on you, licking the tip of your dick before taking you completely in my mouth.” My body begins to react to my fingers, my back arching and my hips moving to the rhythm I’ve created.

  “God, Savannah, you feel so good,” Parker groans, hearing him through the receiver almost making me feel like he’s in the same room as me.

  “I’m so hot right now,” I say.

  “I’m hot for you. I want this.”

  “You have it. Whatever you want, you have it. Stroke faster,” I command, wishing I was there to do it myself. Wishing I could feel him plunge into me, fucking me hard. I don’t want soft and gentle right now.

  “How do my hands feel on you?”

  “Too…good,” I’m panting. “You feel…amazing,” I moan on the last word. “God, Parker!” I begin to unravel, my walls tightening around my fingers and contracting.

  “Fuck!” I know Parker is losing himself at the same time, his gruff voice a dead giveaway and his breathing too heavy. “Mmm…I wish I was watching you.”

  “Me, too. Ahhh!” My orgasm washes over me and my thumb rubs my clit as my fingers still inside me, letting it take over. It isn’t as intense as when Parker pleases me, but it was better than using B.O.B. because I had him on the phone right there with me.

  Parker’s breathing is heavy and his groans growing. I’m all too familiar with that. He’s coming and I’m not there to take care of him.

  We’re both silent for a few moments, our heavy breathing the only sound audible around us. I hear Parker moving and water turning on. I get up as well as soon as my legs stop shaking and wash my hands.

  “God, I love you,” Parker says after he’s washes up.

  “I love you, too, but I wish you were here for me to take care of you. You must be really hard up,” I tease. We had never even talked about phone sex before, but I’d have rather had the real deal.

  “Trust me, as soon as I get back, I have wicked plans for us.”

  “Really?”

  “Oh, yeah, I’m keeping you all to myself for a long time.”

  “That sounds like the perfect date. Then I just want you to hold me for a long time. I want to sleep next to you after making love and wake you up with my mouth.”

  “I think we can manage that. Get some rest, babe. Countdown has begun. Nine days until I get you all to myself.”

  “Goodnight, love.”

  I walk into the bakery early in the morning and smile at Beth. “You seem happy. I know it wasn’t sex because Parker’s not here, unless…ha! You totally had phone sex.”

  “What the fuck? What are you? Some kind of orgasm radar?”

  Beth laughs and continues to focus on what she’s mixing. “If I were an orgasm radar, I’d be getting laid more often.” We both laugh and Lacy walks in.

  “Hey! It’s good to have you around, Savannah. Even if it’s just for short visits.”

  “It’s good to be back. I miss you guys.”

  “How’s the search for a new bakery going?” Lacy asks, smiling sweetly.

  “It’s going. Could be better, but I’m looking to expand outside of central Atlanta also, maybe more towards the north of the county.”

  “Oh?” Her eyes are inquisitive.

  “Yeah. It’s a small city and more quaint. I still haven’t decided but it seems like a good possibility.”

  “How long will your commute be?” Beth questions.

  “About thirty minutes.” Her nose wrinkles and I laugh. “I know, I know. I’m not used to long commutes, but this place I saw is perfect. I’m just tossing the idea of the drive each day.”

  “Thirty minutes isn’t terrible. I’m sure at the times you’ll be driving there won’t be much traffic either,” Lacy states.

  I nod in agreement and help them around the kitchen.

  “Hi, grandma!” I call from the door.

  “Hi, sweetie, I’m in the kitchen.” I smile as I make my way through my grandmother’s house, taking in the familiar smell and decorations. The antiques and music boxes she adores are scattered throughout the house. No matter how many decades pass, Caroline will always have her house impeccable and decorated to her era, not the eras that followed.

  I smile upon entering the kitchen and watch her prepare a pitcher of lemonade. I notice she has lunch set on the kitchen counter already. The smell of the roast beef wafting through the air makes my stomach growl.

  “How are things at Sweet Delights?”

  “Excellent! Everything is running smoothly, as if I never left.”

  “You see how everything works out when it’s meant to, sweet pea?”

  “Yeah,” I sigh and divert my eyes.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing.”

  “How are things in Atlanta?”

  “Good.” I shrug.

  “Liar. You know when you lie your nose grows.”

  I giggle. “I’m not five anymore, granny.”

  “No you’re not. What’s eating at you?”

  “It’s just been an adjustment. I miss having the bakery to go to every morning and having my own thing to do. I know I plan on opening one up in Georgia, but even then, finding the perfect staff and creating relationships with them will be different. These guys are like family.”

  “I know, but you can create new relationships and still maintain these. What
else?”

  I slump on the chair by the small table and cross my arms over the tabletop, leaning forward. “It’s been hard not having Parker around. I know I sound like a clingy girlfriend. I don’t mean it that way just that our time has been limited and we were just getting the hang of living in Atlanta before he had to leave. It’s been a change and I wonder if this is what I have to look forward to in my future.”

  “You love him and he loves you. Every relationship goes through challenges, testing them, but it’s a learning curve to find balance and makes you appreciate life more.”

  “Yeah, but so early on in our relationship? I feel like we’re still dating long distance.”

  “Well, you are. But it is less time than if you would have stayed here. This is temporary. Think of it as he went on a business trip, which is exactly what he did. Did I ever tell you about the time your momma and daddy thought about moving out of here?”

  “No.” I sit up straighter, curious to hear more about my parents and their relationship. I have this fantasy built in my mind about how much they loved each other, but I wish I could have witnessed that myself.

  “Well, your daddy thought it would be a great idea to move to South Carolina. The market was low then and he came across a great opportunity that would help expand his marketing career. They argued for days, but never went to bed angry at each other. Remember that, sweetie.” I smile at how my grandmother incorporates her life lessons into her tales. “Anyway, your momma did not want to leave, and he was rationalizing how great it would be. I can’t blame him, it was a dream job, but your mother wanted to stay here.” I could relate to that. Tuscaloosa was my home and I loved it.

  “So what happened?” I feel like a small child being told the most magical story ever. I stare at my grandmother, wide-eyed and expectantly.

  She laughs lightly and continues. “Well, your dad went for the interview, got hired, and eventually turned it down. At the end of the day, your mother was here and so was her heart, he couldn’t, nor didn’t want to, take her away from that. He never resented her for it either. A little after that she found out she was pregnant with you. That was much greater for both of them than any job.”

  I smile, grateful, and dry my eyes.

  “We’re all young and driven, but what really matters to us is the most important thing. You love your bakery, but Parker is the one who truly holds your heart. You two will work through this. Trust this old lady and her knowingness.”

  I stand and hug my grandmother. “Thank you,” I whisper, and give her a peck on her cheek.

  We eat lunch and I decide to take a walk around the city. My grandmother is right, Parker and I have something special and we’ll work through what we need to as long as we’re honest and open with each other. I’m glad I didn’t shy away and keep my feelings to myself instead of telling him the doubts I had in my mind, no matter how painful it was to express out loud.

  I stretch on my bed and rub my eyes. Noticing my phone light up in the dimness of my room, I grab it. I smile at the message Parker sent. He must be up early.

  Hi babe. Thinking of u. 5 more days ;)

  I lean back in my bed, swooning like an idiot. Parker and I have been balancing our schedules, him mostly since I still don’t have a job, so we can make time to talk. I am grateful to him for that. I know he’s busy and I am not that girlfriend, but I want to be a part of every aspect of his life.

  Always thinking of u… love u

  I put my phone back on my nightstand and it vibrates instantly. I smile as I reach for it.

  “Hello?” My voice is hoarse with sleep.

  “Hi, you’re up early.”

  “As are you. At what time do you have practice?”

  “Not for another hour or so. I got up for a workout before heading to the field.” The thought of Parker sweaty and breathless has me squirming.

  “So you’re all hot and sweaty? Need help with a shower, Mr. Wilde?” I jokingly tease him.

  “I would love nothing more. Except getting you all sweaty before the shower.”

  “I miss you,” I sigh and lie back in bed, getting comfortable.

  “I miss you, too. What are your plans for the day?”

  “I have no idea. I may just hang out in the apartment and experiment with some new recipes I’ve been brainstorming.” I inhale Parker’s lingering scent on his old sweatshirt that is keeping me warm.

  “You love that. Save the good ones for me.”

  “Always. Tell me about work.”

  We talk for a little while. Parker updates me on the progress the players and team are making and how the game was yesterday. Although they’re in spring training, they play against other teams and have a crowd come out and watch them. From what he says, it’s been a really cool experience. Fans line along the fence calling out to players, wanting to meet them and get their autographs. He joked saying no one cares about the coaches, but I know that’s not entirely true.

  I know it has been an adjustment dealing with professional players instead of the college guys he was used to coaching, but he loves what he’s doing and you can hear it in his voice. I just can’t wait to witness it myself and experience it with him. After we hang up, I get up from bed and pad to the kitchen to make some coffee, the cold tile in the living space a contrast to the warm rug in my bedroom and I wrap my arms around my body, willing the warmth of Parker’s sweater to take over.

  These past few days have passed by slowly, dragging out my reunion with Parker, and I’ve been a bit bitter. I sheepishly admit that to myself. The good thing that happened this past week is that I went to see the place in Roswell again and got a second feel for it. I want to take Parker to see it, but I’m pretty decided on leasing the space.

  I chose to spend the night at Parker’s apartment, because I miss him and want to make something special for him tomorrow when he arrives. I’m thinking of trying out one of my new recipes for him. I’ve been tampering with a layered bar recipe that includes brownies, chocolate chip cookies, and marshmallow. It’s gooey and delicious. We can have lunch here, sprawled lazily, just him and I.

  Parker’s apartment is cold and still when I walk in. I have come by the few times to check up on it but haven’t stayed long enough to turn on the heat or bring it to life. Tonight I plan on cuddling in his bed and keeping it warm for him, dreaming of seeing him again. My stomach flutters with emotions of coming face to face with Parker after six weeks. Will we be awkward at first? Or will we fall back into our easy relationship after the turmoil of being apart?

  I drop off the ingredients and supplies I brought with me for the recipe and take my overnight bag into his room. His bed is inviting me and after turning off all the lights, I fall asleep with his smell overwhelming my senses and smiling at spending time with Parker tomorrow.

  “Baby,” I hear a familiar whisper tickling my skin.

  “Hmmm…” I love when I dream such vivid images of him. I can almost feel his touch on my cheek. I shift on the bed, curling my body, and hugging his pillow.

  “Savannah,” I hear a faraway chuckle and the lingering touch of a kiss on my lips. Soon I’ll have the real thing. “Wake up. I’m home.”

  I stir in bed, the pressure of Parker’s hands more firm on my skin, sparking where he touches me. “Huh?” I blink my eyes, opening just one at first. I see a blurry figure and my eyes spring open. “Parker?!”

  He laughs and sits on the bed. “Hoping you weren’t expecting anyone else, darlin’.”

  I leap forward, wrapping my arms around his neck, and peppering him with kisses.

  “What are you doing here? What time is it?”

  “It’s just past five a.m.”

  “You’ve been driving all night?”

  “Yeah, I wanted to come home to you. I planned on crashing a few hours before heading over to give you some time to sleep, but I guess you’re the one that surprised me. I loved walking in and watching you sleep on my bed.” He leans into me and kisses me softly, yet passio
nately. “I missed you.”

  “Me, too.” I stare at him, his blue eyes tired but looking at me lovingly, his hair and beard longer and his body lightly sun kissed. He looks hot! And he’s all mine.

  Feeling the ache between my legs, I scoot onto his lap and kiss him, brushing my tongue along his lips before entering his mouth, licking and massaging his.

  On a growl, Parker picks me up and lays me down on my back, hovering over me, our lips never separating. His hands run down my body, feeling every inch of me. I do the same with mine, touching his biceps and moving my hands down, feeling his firm body like it was my first time touching him. We take our time exploring each other, becoming reacquainted and loving each other.

  Each stroke sends burning shivers throughout my body and I moan into his lips, my body arching with the sound. I can feel Parker’s erection in his sweatpants, the hardness teasing me, spreading the wetness between my legs. My pajama bottoms become an unwelcomed barrier and I’m desperate to tear off our clothing and feel skin on skin. I brush the loose strands of hair from his face and look at him, stalling the kiss.

  “I love you,” my voice is husky and he groans at the sound of it. Smiling inwardly at his reaction, I add, “I like this, by the way.” I tug on his beard and his lips are on my neck instantly. He kisses and licks his way down, removing my tank top and sucking on my nipples. His burning kisses travel down, his teeth nipping my skin and his tongue licking along my navel.

  Looking up at me, he removes my pants, and sinks his mouth down on me. I yelp and call out his name, moaning loudly, my hands fisted in his hair, urging him on. Parker’s determined tongue runs the length of my sex, taunting me and reaching my clit, sucking on me. I tingle all throughout my body, desire coursing through my veins and lighting me on fire. I arch my back, rubbing myself more into his mouth, needing to feel him all over.

  His tongue leaves my clit and enters me, fucking me with delicious licks as I writhe uncontrollably under the expert moving of his mouth. Panting, I call out his name, or a version of it, and hold his head firmly in place. When Parker’s hands reach under my butt and lift my hips, I almost lose all self-control.