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Elliott had only been gone for about two and a half weeks, but The Farmer was restless. She missed him.
They had been married for all of a month when Elliott left for his book tour. The couple was ecstatic, of course, that Elliott’s previous two novels had drummed up enough interest to warrant touring for his third, but now that he was gone The Farmer was lonely. It was strange to come home to an empty house, after sharing the space for so long. He had moved in well over a year and a half ago, and this was their first bit of time spent apart since.
The Farmer stumbled into the house, shushing the keys as they rattled against the table by the door. Not wanting to spend another night moping at home, she had gone to the saloon with Abigail for a drink, which had quickly morphed into multiple drinks and a few shots with Sam and Sebastion as they played a drinking game one of the boys had invented and called ‘swimming pool.’
She made her way over to the couch, sliding her bra out through the sleeve of her shirt and curled up under a blanket, sighing. It might have been warming up now during the days, but the spring nights were still cold. She grabbed her phone from her pocket, quickly swiping up to let her husband know she was in for the night. She giggled. Her husband .
The last text she had received from him was from hours ago, telling her to have fun and reminding her to be safe. The Farmer tapped away quickly, trying her best to make sure her message at least made sense.
Hi Ellie it;s me your wiffe i;m home i hope you’re doing well I love you xoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxooxoxxoxoxo
She sent the message and closed her eyes, then snuggled deep into the blanket. Yoba, this was a great couch. She loved this couch. Her phone vibrated in her hand. The Farmer opened an eye, squinting as she tried to read the message.
Hi Darling, it’s your husband. I love you too.
Then, quickly after:
Fun night?
The Farmer smiled, and opened her other eye. He was awake! She quickly typed her response.
Yes!!! A lot of fun I won the gme, aslo i miss you a lot odds you come home right now? please
The Farmer watched the bubbles on her phone pop up, then disappear for a moment before appearing again. She rubbed at her face, definitely smearing her eyeliner as she waited for the response.
I’ll be home in three days, darling. Not too much longer. I miss you too.
The Farmer frowned.
that’s kinda rude actually becauase I really would like to give you a big kiss right now :///
I’ll give you a big kiss when I get home, I promise. Right now, I’m sending you a big virtual kiss.
The Farmer typed a message, then erased, pursing her lips. Would it be too much to send a dirty text too? She knew she was drunk, she wasn’t sure if it would make sense, and wasn’t sure if Elliott was half asleep right now or would even want to do this.
After staring at the wall for what she assumed was a minute, The Farmer typed out her message. Fuck it, she was drunk and horny and if Elliott didn’t appreciate it, he could put his phone down. Also, she was pretty sure some part of the marriage vows were about sexting, right?
Okay but respeCtfully? I don’t want anything big sent virtualyl unless its your dick in my mouth
Or anywhere else in ym body for th at matter
The Farmer watched as the message changed from ‘sent’ to ‘read,’ and then as the typing bubbles appeared and disappeared again and again. She bit her lip, hoping the bubbles meant he was into it. Finally, a message came through.
I think you’re drunk, silly.
Then:
But I wish I could do that too. It’s been a long two weeks without your touch.
The Farmer smiled. Hook, line, and sinker.
then touch yourself, babe, and think about what we c an do when you come home.
A meow from across the room pulled The Farmer’s attention away from her phone to the cat on the other side of the room, stretching and batting at a toy mouse. The Farmer grimaced, then pulled the blanket over her head and curled up into a ball.
“Don’t look at me! It’s past your bedtime!” The Farmer opened her phone again, the device glowing bright underneath the blanket. She couldn’t let the cat see her do this! She was like it’s mom.
The Farmer typed another message, putting the cat out of her mind. It was all about Elliott now.
I miss you so much. I miss fucking you. I can’t wait for you to come home
I’m almost honored to think that only two weeks apart has left you missing my sexual prowess this much.
I swear, as soon as I get home I’ll pin you to the bed and fuck you until you can’t walk straight. I miss hearing you whimper my name.
Shhhhh no no no wait, this is supposed to be about how much I want to touch YOU
I was thinking more that the minute you get home I get on my knees and blow you until you come all over my tits?
The Farmer bit her lip and tapped her fingers against the back of her phone. Was this too much? That seemed pretty aggressive now that it had been sent. Maybe she should have worked her way up to that. A text from Elliott buzzed in, which she nervously checked.
Shit.
She began to worry, thinking it was, in fact, too much until another text quickly came in.
I’m so fucking hard right now.
The Farmer smiled, readjusting under the blankets to better hold the phone with both hands as she typed.
Good
I canrt wait to lick you,taste you in my mouth
I wishit was me touching you right now
I want you, love. I can’t wait to hold you.
I love the noises you make when you climax, moaning into my mouth.
Darling, I want to hear you.
The Farmer’s phone began to ring, a photo of her and Elliott hugging flashing on the screen. The Farmer let out a small yell, quickly hitting the decline button.
I love running my fingers through your hair while yhou—
Elliott called again, but this time called immediately after The Farmer declined again. She let out a huffy breath and answered.
“El, I’m trying to paint a sexy word picture! In your mind!” She slurred the words as she spoke them, trying to rush to speak before he could. The Farmer heard Elliott almost choke back a word, before letting out a small chuckle.
“Oh, you are drunk.” His voice was low and raspy, and The Farmer could hear his labored breath. “Darling, I love the… word picture, but I want to hear you. I want you to whisper your dirty little words like when we’re together.”
Good Yoba, he sounded so sexy. The Farmer stretched out a bit, uncurling from her fetal position as she rolled over, the phone pressed to her ear.
“Oh, lover, where would I even start?” Elliott chuckled on the other end, his breath hitching.
“I believe you were telling me about all the wonderful things you plan on doing with your mouth?” The Farmer smiled, biting her lip.
“That’s right, I was…” She could hear Elliott’s movement, the rhythmic sound of his hand as he touched himself. “I can’t wait to take you in my mouth, babe. I want to choke on you, to circle your… you with my tongue.” She cringed. Saying cock or dick out loud felt cringey. Even texting it had.
She brushed off the awkward feeling as she heard Elliott shiver over the phone, a soft moan escaping as he sighed. She’d figure out what to say later. “Or maybe I’ll take you in my hands, playing with you as I suck on your thighs, hm? Or maybe even move my mouth down, licking along down to your balls while I play with you.” Balls? Yoba, she needed to write a reminder now for sober her to figure out what words to use without feeling silly. Or maybe they’d always feel silly.
She rolled onto her back, pushing the blanket slightly up with her free hand so it wouldn’t get into her mouth while she spoke. “Or better yet, maybe I move up, love, to suck on your neck while I pump you, to bite your jaw and moan dirty things into your ear.” She heard Elliott whimper into the phone, his hand picking up speed.
“Fuck, I- I want you so badly right now.” The Farmer giggled.
“Do you want my mouth, baby, or my pussy? Oh, I love when you fuck me. I bet you love how wet I get for you, how slick I feel when you fuck me.” The Farmer let out a low hum, almost a moan as she dropped her voice even lower, practically whispering into the phone. “I can’t wait to feel you throbbing inside of me, to squeeze your cock inside of me when you make me come.”
Elliott was getting louder on the other end of the phone, his breathing getting more ragged. A silly thing The Farmer loved about Elliott, other than the million other reasons she fell for him, was how noisy he was in bed. She wasn’t lying when she said how wet that made her.
“Angel, I, oh—” Elliott practically groaned the words— “I love the way you feel around me, I love how fucking wet you get.” He sounded close. “I love how you taste, baby, god, I want to feel your thighs around my head while I lick you, while I drink you, I want your fingers pulling my hair while you yell my name—” His voice shaky, he moaned.
The Farmer could practically see him now, propped up on one arm while he stroked himself, his head bowed in concentration. She let out a low laugh, and whispered into the phone. “It’s alright, Ellie. Come for me. I want to hear you come, baby.”
It was no sooner than she said the words that The Farmer heard Elliott moan, long and loud, his breath hitching as he climaxed. She could hear the mattress below him creaking as he twitched, his body moving the bed as he came. After a moment, she heard his head hit back on the pillow.
“Well…” Elliott let out a small laugh, still breathing heavily. “Fuck, darling. That was… I can’t wait to see you again.” The Farmer laughed, rolling back onto her side.
“I can’t wait to see you too. I know it’s only another three days, but I wish it was sooner.”
“I know.” The Farmer heard Elliott shift, and his voice dropped lower. “So what now, love? What story should I tell you, what kind of activities are you hoping for when I get back?”
The Farmer blinked. “What?”
Elliott laughed. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. I want to hear you finish too.” The Farmer smacked her head with her free hand. That’s right! She had started this because she was the horny one! Elliott cleared his throat. “You were touching yourself too? I mean it sounded… Hold on.”
The phone beeped against The Farmer’s ear, startling her. Elliott was trying to switch to a video call. Panicking, The Farmer accepted.
Elliott’s face popped up on screen, a dreamy look in his eyes. The Farmer’s eyes drifted down to his bare chest, still somewhat heaving from his own orgasm. Yoba, she really landed a hottie.
“There you are, darling, I wanted to see—” Elliott’s smile dropped as he squinted. “Why is it so dark?” The Farmer blinked.
“Uh, it’s dark and the lights are off?” Elliott smiled again, but somewhat suspicious this time.
“I know, but usually when we chat at this time there’s some light from the bathroom, unless you’re under something?” The Farmer grimaced, then sat up, the blanket sliding off over her head. Dang, she hadn’t even turned the living room light off. Was she going to fall asleep with that on?
“Surprise! I only made it to the couch.” The Farmer giggled. Elliott let out a fake huff.
“And look at you, still completely dressed! Entirely unacceptable.” His eyes flicked across the screen, The Farmer assuming his way of looking her over. “I guess you’ll have to strip all of that off before we move this call to the bedroom.” The Farmer grimaced again.
“Ooh, but I’m so comfy on the couch. Maybe… I can call you again tomorrow, or you can finish telling me how badly you love to go down on me when you get home?” Elliott looked flustered now, a new flush creeping over his cheeks.
“But, darling, I— I feel bad not returning the favor, you shouldn’t get nothing in return for that.” The Farmer smiled, laying back down on the couch.
“Elliott, it’s not an issue. Sometimes it's enough to just…” She bobbed her head back and forth trying to think of the word, but instead made herself dizzy. “I— oof. Elliott, I love you, and not everything has to be a one-for-one kind of deal, though I do greatly appreciate that energy.” Elliott smiled, but still seemed hesitant.
“I suppose. I guess it’s just my nature to want to make you feel everything I do, only more amazing and mind-blowing,” he added, teasing his wife. She giggled, thankful that he seemed to be relaxing. “But I am going to fuck you silly when I get home, alright? I meant that bit.”
The Farmer laughed loudly now, scaring the cat who had jumped up onto the coffee table nearby. “Alright, sounds good to me.”
“Good. Now go to bed, you drunk. I feel motion-sick just watching you.” The Farmer laughed again, then brought the phone to her lips, pressing a big kiss to the camera.
“I looooooove you!” Elliott laughed as he ran his fingers back through his hair.
“I love you too, darling. I’ll see you soon.”
The Farmer fell asleep only minutes after Elliott hung up, her phone falling out of her hand to the ground. She’d wake up the next morning with a stiff back from the maybe not as comfortable as she thought couch, as well as a pounding headache from the bright lights that had stayed on throughout the night. The headache was worth it, though, as the excitement within her grew. Her husband would be finally coming home soon.