"Come back here," I said. "You're fucking adorable. Nothing awkward about you."
"I just said you have sexyveins," she cried from behind the sweater. "That's evidence that I'm not qualified for video chat sex…or any kind of sex."
"Then you don't have to say anything, darlin'," I said, reaching into my boxers. Relief and need combined into a steely groan when I gripped my length. "But I dare you to watch."
"Oh, I can watch," she said automatically, emerging from her hiding place.
I didn't know what it was about Erin and dares, but goddamn did they work.
"I want you here, Skip. Right here," I said. My hand was moving inside my boxers, and though the fabric kept the goods from view, Erin squeaked out a whimper when she noticed my arm flexing with the motion.
"I want to be there," she whispered, one sweatshirt-covered fist pressed to her lips. "You know how much I want you."
My head swiveled from side to side as I stroked harder. I was trying to stay in control here, but with Erin's soft voice and her fingers barely peeking out from her sleeves, and her wide, wide eyes and absolutely rapt attention, I was losing, falling fast. "I don't know, lovely," I said through a groan. I forced myself to slow down, and drew a breath into my lungs. "You have to tell me."
"This is so dirty," she said, her fist still shielding her mouth like she was afraid of what might tumble out. I was jealous of that hand, the hoodie, everything. "I remember the way you feel, and how I couldn't get my fingers all the way around you. I think about that…a lot."
"Ohmygod," I choked out. "Every time I touch myself, I'm thinking it's you."
"I never got to taste you. I think about that, too," she said, her tongue sliding over her top lip. She hummed, low, deep in her throat. There were goose bumps along her collarbone, and her shirt was tight enough to show off her stiffened nipples. How I was still going was a mystery.
"Take off that shirt," I barked.
Erin's forehead was pinched as her eyebrows shot up. "It's cold, and I'm—"
"Shirtoff, woman," I repeated. The throbbing tension in my body was turning me into one greedy motherfucker tonight.
"Fine," she snapped, but it wasn't an angry snap because shewantedme bossing her around. It made it less complicated for her to do something uncomfortable. She continued on, muttering about me being impossible and how some deviant surveillance analysts were definitely getting their jollies from this.
I didn't answer. I went on stroking my cock, as leisurely as the clawing need inside me would allow, and waiting to see her skin. The black thermal inched up and my grip tightened to the threshold of pain.
"Ah,fuck," I growled as the undersides of her breasts came into view. No bra. I repeat:no bra.
The shirt sailed out of view, and Erin yanked the hoodie over her shoulders. Somehow that was hotter than her sitting in bed, nude save for her panties. That hoodie was shy and defiant, and sexy, too, in aSisters of Tri Delta Annual Charity Calendarkind of way.
"Love those tits," I said. It was more of a grunt. I was deep in grunting territory now, and holding on to the muddy faith that she'd reciprocate, and then I'd let go. "Touch them for me, darlin'. Please."
For a second, her eyes dipped from my arm, glancing down at her bare skin. She smiled, a small, private grin that reveled in my agony. Then her teeth speared her bottom lip, and her hands skimmed up her torso to cup her breasts.
"Like this?" she asked. Her thumbs brushed over her nipples, and I wanted to slap myself for not making this happen sooner. "Or this?" She traced the rosy skin before pinching her nipples, tugging on them just enough to have her shoulders loosening. "You liked licking them, and…biting. Is that what you want now?"
An incoherent bundle of sounds burst out at once, all determined to express that, yes, I absolutely wanted to bite her nipples right now, and I definitely enjoyed it the last time I had the pleasure. Additionally, my balls were going on strike if I kept backing away from release. They weren't hanging around for this kind of abuse, and they'd be sure to get back at me with some premature ejaculation in the future.
"Say something," she whispered, jutting her chin toward the forearm lost to my boxers.
I thought about kicking off my shorts and angling the screen lower. But me and Erin, we didn't get to this point because of sex, and sex wasn't why weneededto be together. Sex was the benefit that came along with meeting the coolest, quirkiest, smartest, hottest woman in the world, and marrying her the same night. That weekend was brief, but more intimate than anything I'd imagined a marriage could be. I'd looked into her eyes and kissed her lips while I moved in her, and I liked it that way.
So I wasn't exchanging intimate for explicit tonight. Time was on our side, and we'd find plenty of it for adventure, kink, and explicit when we didn't have an entire ocean between us.
"If I was there," I said in a rough voice, "I'd get my hand in those pretty panties. Do that for me, lovely."
Erin paused, her chin cocked to the side, and then her hand moved down her tummy and beneath the pink fabric. Her shoulders were bunched tight again, and while she was working hard at maintaining the impassive exterior, she was breathing quickly. She was hungry for this. Hesitant, too.
A still, silent moment passed and I started to believe I'd pushed her too far, but then I caught the slight bend of her elbow. Through a cock-sick haze, I studied her, realizing she wasn't nearly as still as I'd thought. Just incredibly subtle.
"When'd you get so wicked, Skip?" I asked. "Don't even let me watch."
"Gotta keep some mystery in the marriage," she whispered, sighs and moans punching through each of her words. "That imagination of yours has worked well enough in the shower."
