“What would do you if you were here?”
“I-I want so many things at once,” I say truthfully. “I’d start by kissing your pretty tits, biting your nipples until they’re raw and then I’d peel those knickers from your body, see how wet you are for me.”
“I’m soaked. I can fucking feel it.”
With a double tap of her thumb, Giselle turns the camera away from her face, her long legs now eating up most of the frame.
Inch by fucking inch, she slowly glides the phone further down her body until Giselle spreads her legs, allowing me to see the outline of her pretty pussy and the wet spot staining the material a darker shade of red.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I wish you would.”
Speechless.
“I—”
“But you’re not here,” Giselle’s voice sounds from behind the camera. “What a shame.”
I want to mark her arse red for the faux sympathetic tutting sound she makes, but I’m not fucking there.
“I guess I’ll just have to do it myself.”
I swear my heart stops beating, brain short circuiting, as I watch Gee’s right hand slide into frame, bypassing the toned surface of her stomach and dipping into the waistband of her underwear.
I can just about make out the twist of her slim knuckles, giving me enough to imagine the crook of her middle and ring fingers, the soft pads grazing over her clit in circles.
But it’s not enough.
“Let me fucking see what I’m missing, Giselle,” I all but growl. “Pull your knickers to the side and let me see my girl.”
A breathy giggle I want to eat up, slips from Gee’s lips. Those nimble fingers of her, so long and elegant, just like the rest of her dancer’s body, drag the red underwear down her shapely legs, tossing the lace somewhere off to the side.
Spitting into my hand, I run my thumb along the underside of my cock in time with the trailing of Giselle’s finger tiptoeing up her inner thigh.
“Your turn, Hudson,” she pleads, voice strained.
I turn my own camera around, giving her what she wants, while watching Giselle’s fingers dip between her folds and back up to her clit.
She’s pretty and pink, already swollen with arousal. I swallow down a grunt, sucking the phantom taste of her from my tongue.
We’re both a mixture of moans and whimpers as we use the videos of each other to get off, both of our bodies close to the edge already.
Giselle comes first with a high pitched whine of my name, making me grateful – not for the first time – for the thick walls in my flat. I watch her pulse and twitch, her hand dropping to the mattress with a mutedthumponce she’s wrung every drop of pleasure from herself.
I follow behind her with a groan, squeezing the base of my cock and twisting my hand up my shaft, feeling my balls draw up a second before I’m painting my abs and my fingers with my cum.
A blanket of silence falls over us as we regain our breath. Once I finally feel like I’ll be able to stand without falling over, I make a beeline for the bathroom, grabbing a handful of tissues to clean myself up.
“Feel any less stressed?” Giselle breaks the silence first. She still hasn’t turned her camera back around for me to see her face, but I can hear the smile in her tone.
“Was that your plan all along?”
“That depends.”
I pause, tapping the screen so she can see my face. “Depends on what?”
“If you think you can go another round.”
