“Show me again,” Luke ordered.
“Show you what?”
“Your perfect tits.”
She wondered if she’d ever stop blushing when he talked to her like that. “You’re sure you’re alone?”
“The WIFI signal is strong enough to work in quarters tonight. I’m all alone, baby. Show me.”
His voice sounded like gravel but still felt like satin on her skin. Harper bit her lip and pulled her tank top up and over her head, baring her breasts to the screen. “Are we going to —”
“Quiet,” he ordered. “I want you to do exactly what I tell you.”
Harper nodded breathlessly. Even from thousands of miles away, he could make her wet enough to soak through her underwear. She angled the phone so he could see more of her.
“Good girl. Now take your shorts off.”
She leaned her phone against one of the couch pillows and stood, shimmying out of her shorts.
“Fuck, baby,” Luke sighed, his gaze glued to the screen. Harper ran a finger over the edge of her light blue cotton of her briefs.
“Get on your hands and knees on the couch. Face me.”
She slid back onto the cushion bracing her weight on her hands. Her breasts hung down, and she ached for his mouth on her sensitive peaks.
“Luke, I want to see you.” It was a whisper but it carried across the miles.
He paused for just a moment and then Harper heard the rip of Velcro. A second later, Luke pulled off his shirt and angled the screen down and she could see what she had been missing for weeks.
Even gripped in Luke’s big fist, his cock looked huge. Harper felt the ache deep inside her core start to pulse with need. She wanted to feel his erection drive into her, stretching her walls as it invaded her.
“I’d give anything to be inside you right now, Harper.” He stroked his hand down his hard-on. “I want you to touch yourself.”
She hesitated.
“Go ahead, baby. Pretend it’s my hands on you.”
She took a shaky breath and brought her palm to her breast where it hung. The growl from her phone told her Luke liked what he saw. She took her nipple between her thumb and finger and tugged it down in a leisurely pace that matched Luke’s strokes.
“Baby —” The audio crackled and went silent, but the video feed remained.
Harper pointed to her ear. “I can’t hear you. Can you hear me?”
Luke pointed at his ear and shook his head. But his other hand stayed gripping his erection. Understanding, Harper slid her hand back down to her breast. She rolled and tugged the nipple, pretending it was Luke’s mouth teasing her.
She saw him increase the pace ever so slightly, wondering if there was a drop of moisture that so often appeared from the slit in the broad head of his penis. She licked her lips and slid her hand lower into her underwear.
She should have been feeling embarrassed. She wasn’t an exhibitionist. But right then, all she wanted to do was see Luke stroke himself to climax across his chiseled abs and chest.
Her lips parted as her fingers found the slick wetness between her folds. Her bud was already straining for contact. Harper shifted her weight back and brought her free hand to her other breast. She squeezed and saw Luke’s eyes narrow. His fist slammed down the length of his cock as he pumped himself in his own hand. Harper’s fingers circled her clitoris in a frantic pace, a race to the finish.
She felt the need for release blossom inside her. It bloomed as she drove her fingers into her wet channel. She opened her mouth to say his name and saw he was with her. The first rope of cum unleashed across his stomach. It was her name on his lips as a second and a third exploded from him.
She felt herself close around her fingers as they came together.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Aldo Moretta was coming home.
