“Is your dick hard for me, Kyr?”
God damn. The nickname, the addictive lust lacing her tone, the way she tosses her head back gently as her hand works beneath her pretty panties; it’s all too much.
I reach my hand into my own sweatpants, making sure that she can see just as much as she’s showing me and I groan when I wrap my hand around my girth, knowing that I wish it were her. I take my cock into my hand and pullit out from under the waistband, putting myself on display for her.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries when she looks at me, sliding her hand down a little further and I can tell that she’s pushing a finger into her pussy now. “I need you, Kyran.”
“I know you do, baby.” I pump my hand over my erection, watching her eyes roll back and her thighs shake a little as I do, wanting to move in tandem with her movements. “I’m right here.”
“Do you want to see what I look like?” she asks me, keeping her eye contact trained solely on me as her chest rises and falls with anticipation.
“Yes,” I tell her.
She reaches her other hand to pull her panties aside, revealing her pretty wet pussy to me. My heart races, cheeks burning with the sight of what she’s doing just for me.
“Jesus, Wes. You are soaked, my love.”
“I told you, Kyr. I miss you.”
“Show me how much you miss me, baby. I want you to make yourself come.”
Weslyn leans back a little more as she continues to touch herself, letting her finger slide in and out of her pussy. I keep up my movements, slow and intentional while I watch my beautiful girl bring herself to pure pleasure.
“You’re doing so good, love. Does that feel good?”
She hums and moans, bringing herself closer and closer to release. This doesn’t even feel dirty. It feels special, just for us and just as intimate as being able to touch her in person.
I notice the moment her body starts to tense up with severe need. Her head falls back as she closes her eyes and little whimpers start falling from her mouth. My ownorgasm is seconds away from unraveling as I hone in on every detail of Weslyn’s body. Watching her come is just as powerful as being the one to make her get to this point. She’s falling apart because of her own doing, but I know it’s because of her desire for me. And watching her experience so much pleasure is what causes my own release to unfurl.
“Kyran, I-”
“I know, baby. I know.”
Emotions and feelings are inevitable between us. Even at a distance. There’s no denying them. But I don’t want to express those things to her via FaceTime. So I just assure her that I know exactly what she’s feeling as she enjoys the course of pleasure taking over her.
Her body shakes violently, trembling as she cries my name and comes undone. I watch as her lips part and her legs practically go numb. It is the most carnal yet alluring view I’ve ever seen and I can’t help but feel a bit of pride knowing that she’s experiencing so much euphoria. She deserves it.
“Oh my god,” she whispers as she calms herself down, and I have to smile at how stunning she is like this. Face pink from exertion, her pussy dripping with the evidence of her orgasm, and barely able to breathe or hold herself up any longer.
“You are fucking perfect, Weslyn,” I say to her.
Because she is. Not because she did this for me. But because she’s passionate. And brave. And because she deserves to know her worth.
“I needed that,” she tells me as she leans back up and looks at me. And I can’t do anything but smile like a fucking fool.
“I have a feeling we’re both going to have a hard time being apart from each other for much longer.”
“Is that weird?” she asks. “Should we really be feeling like this so early?”
“Remember what I said, Wes? You and I talked almost every day for a damn month nearly before we actually met.”
She jumps off the bed and finds her discarded t-shirt, pulling it on before reaching for the phone.
“Yeah and finally seeing you for the first time felt like knowing you for a lifetime but it also felt brand new and sacred.” Weslyn jumps back into her bed and leans against her pillows, holding the phone over her face.
“If this feels right, then nothing is weird about it,” I say to her, watching as her eyes start to get heavy.
“And being with youdoesfeel right, Kyran.” Her voice is getting raspy and I can tell she’s starting to fall asleep but I don’t stop talking to her.
