I reach for the door frame above, fingers curling against the wood as I nudge the door open another inch with my knee, eyes not leaving hers.
This scene right in front of me is the same I replayed every night in bed with my fist around my cock and her voice in my ear. Every time I pictured her like this on the other end of the line, breathless and ruined and coming just for me.
Every fantasy I’ve had for a month straight is crashing to life right in front of me, real and raw and so fucking beautiful I can’t breathe.
She moves the toy again, swirling it slow and dirty as her hips roll to meet it. She lets out a broken whimper, then another. Her free hand drags up her body to tug at one breast, twisting her nipple until she gasps.
And I lose it. I can’t take it anymore.
My knees go weak and my mouth opens as I cling to the doorframe for dear life.
“Frankie,” I rasp. “Fuck. I would live on my knees for you.”
Her lips part slightly silently, and she watches me for a moment through heavy eyelashes.
Then she lifts the toy from her clit, leaving it slick and glistening, and lets her bent knees fall wider apart.
“Prove it, then,” she says. “Crawl.”
My pulse pounds in my ears and I drop to my knees.
There’s no hesitation, just a burning need. I crawl toward her slowly, honed in on the sight of her bare, exposed pussy. I’ve been starving for this, forher.
Her thighs part wider in invitation. The toy is still in her hand, and she glides it back down in lazy circles as she watches me approach.
She knows she has me, and she’s savoring it. And I will give her everything she lets me.
“Good boy,” she murmurs when I reach the edge of the bed.
Fuck.
My jaw clenches as I bite back a whimper, hands reaching up to slide up her calves. She lets me touch, lets me trace the soft skin behind her knees before I dip my head and press my mouth to her inner thigh.
“You’re perfect,” I mutter against her skin. “Fuck, Frankie. You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of this.”
Her breath catches when I kiss the inside of her thigh again.
“I think I do know,” she rasps. “You used to tell me what you wanted to do to me every single night.”
My eyes flit up to hers. “That’s right, sweetheart. I fucking heard you come and it still wasn’t enough. I thoughtRedwas enough.” I lick along the crease of her inner thigh. “But she was never real.” Another lap, closer to where she’s dripping for me. “Youare.”
Her whole body shudders.
“Frankie,” I whisper, reverent now. “I wantyou.”
She shudders and the toy falters slightly in her hand, so I take advantage of the moment. I lean in, ghosting my mouth over the curve of her pussy without making contact, just letting her feel my breath.
“Mason,” she begs. “Please.”
“Now you say please?”
She growls, then gasps when I lick a long, slow stripe from her entrance to her clit.
“God—”
“That’s not my name.”
“Mason,” she pants. “Mason, please.”
