Gladly. I coasted my hands over my abs and chest like she wasgrinding in my lap instead of on my screen. She climbed off her bed and turned her phone so I could watch her lower her shorts and underwear.
“Gorgeous, Annie. Are you wet?”
She grinned and sat back on her bed, carrying my view with her. She sat up, spreading her legs so I had a good vantage point. “What’s it look like to you, Nick? Am I wet?”
I swallowed hard, her pussy glistening on the screen.
“I usually lay on my stomach, but I know you want to see how it’s done.”
“Yes, please. I want to see you come so bad.”
“What do you think you need to do to make me come, Nick?”
Shit. Timeto revisit the locker room talk.I was drawing a blank, so I flashed back to all the times I’d jacked off thinking of Annie, of the last time we hooked up. “I miss how your body feels in my hands. Your legs squeezing around me. Your pussy tightening as I wound you up.”
“Good,” she hummed, her fingers making slow circles at the top of her slit. “You see this, Nick? This feels good.”
“I wish I could feel how wet you are,” I whined.
She bit that dang lower lip again with a smile, rolling her body and showing off her beautiful figure.
My breath kept picking up, practically panting like I’d just run a race.
“You doing okay over there, Nick?”
I squeezed my balls through my pants, tortured. “I just-I just want you so bad. You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”
“That cock leaking for me?” Every question was slightly taunting, teasing, knowing I was hanging by a thread.
I flexed my cock, making sure she could see it. “Fucking throbbing for you.”
“You wanna touch it?”
“Please.” I was desperate, dying watching her. Begging like a dog for scraps was my only way to communicate.
She ran her fingers through her wetness, pulling them to her mouth.
I groaned, feeling that much closer to the edge. “Do you like to taste yourself?”
“Wouldn’t you like a little taste?”
“So bad, Annie. You tasted so fucking good. I need you again, please. I need to touch—”
She shushed me softly. “Sounding like a dove again, huh? I got you, baby. Take everything off and show me your cock. It’s been too long.”
I stood from the hotel desk chair where I sat, quickly shedding my layers. “I’m so hard for you, Annie. My balls are fucking aching.”
“Why don’t you touch yourself then? You get five strokes. Don’t waste them.” Her name came out as the neediest whine. “I know, dove. But if you’re so focused on you, you won’t learn how I like it. Isn’t that what you want?”
I gasped as I finished the final stroke. “I’m watching. I’m going to learn.”
A soft smile curved her lips. “You’re doing so good, Nick. Sometimes I like a couple fingers inside while I touch myself. Not always.”
The view I had accentuated her perfectly done nails. “Your nails are pretty.”
She grinned. “Thank you.”
“You feel good, Annie?”
