He leaned back against the headboard and slid his big hand beneath the sheet. He was already hard. “It’s... full.”
“Go on.”
“Big,” he rasped. “Ready.”
“You’re stroking yourself?”
He gave a short nod, his thighs throbbing.
“Are you cut or uncut?” There was only the slightest catch to her throat.
His cock twitched in his hand. “Cut.”
“God, look at your face.”
He lowered his chin. “What about it?”
“You’re beautiful.” Her pupils filled her irises.
“Shouldn’t that be my line?”
“You’re welcome to plagiarize.”
A low groan ripped from his throat. “What about you? Going to join in or let me have all the fun?”
“Ooooh. Challenge accepted.” Her camera slipped to one side before she got it righted. “There we go.”
“By there you mean you’ve dipped your fingers in your pussy.”
“That’s one way of putting it.”
“Your pussy is a good place.” He stroked harder, imagining pushing into the hot, sweet ache between her thighs. “The best place.”
“Glad you like it.” A soft wave of hair fell across her cheek. He longed to smooth it back.
“It’s all that I think about.”
“We really do have a lot in common.” Her laugh hitched. “Because having you there again is all that I think about too.”
“What are you doing?” he asked. “How are you touching yourself?”
“Right now I’m just going slow, light, just a little circling.”
“Over the clit.”
She nodded. Her top teeth closed on her full bottom lip. “I’m imagining it’s your cock, pressing against me.”
His intensity rose, his sac constricting, pulling up tight beneath his shaft. “What about slipping a finger inside?”
“Usually I use both hands. But seeing as I’m holding a phone.”
“Ah, right.”
“I don’t mind. Trust me, this works fine. How about you? What are you doing?”
“Slowing down,” he said through a moan. “But increasing pressure.”
“That’s how you like it.”
