“I did. How are you?”
Her smile wavers for a moment and then it’s firmly back in place. “Everything is fine here. How are you?”
She’s beautiful, sitting on her bed with a t-shirt slipping off one shoulder and her long blonde hair piled up on top of her head. “I’m thinking about you,” I admit.
Her smile is sweet and surprised, “Really? In the middle of all those mysterious…thingsyou’re doing?”
“Even so. Have you been to Marrakech?”
“No! I’ve always wanted to go there, Morocco’s so beautiful.” She smiles wistfully.
“I’ll bring you with me next time.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, but seeing her face light up makes it impossible to regret it. “If it’s safe,” I amend.
Turning the camera, I pan slowly so she can see the beauty of the city coming alive at night, the flickering lights in a thousand windows like colorful fireflies. “If you were here, I’d take you through the central market, and get youHalwa Chebakiacookies for your sweet tooth. I’d buy you silk scarves and drape them all over you until I brought you back to the hotel. Then, I’d use them to tie you to the bed.”
I flip the camera in time to see her wide eyes, but she can’t fool me. She’s not shocked, she’s turned on, her violet eyes darken almost to purple when she’s close to coming. We’ve only had one night together, but I remember it vividly.
“The last silk scarf would be used to blindfold you,” I continue, rubbing my painfully swelling cock.
She catches the movement. “What are you doing?”
“I’m strokin’ myself because you’re not here, lass,” I growl. “Do you want me to continue the story?”
“Yes?”
“You don’t sound certain.”
“I am.” She flushes an adorable pink and it just makes my dick harder. “Please do.”
“Show me what you’re wearing,” I challenge her. I have to stifle a groan when she shows me the silk shorts she has on, her smooth belly showing as her t-shirt rides up. “If you’re wearin’ those tiny shorts outside your bedroom, I’ll be spanking you purple.”
“You’re not here to spank me,” she says with a saucy little smile I want to kiss off her face.
“Once I blindfold you, I’m going to suck on your nipples, kiss and bite them,” I continue, “bite them just a wee bit harder than you can stand, then suck them better and make you beg me to bite them again.” Her breath is coming faster, her gaze never leaving me.
“Touch yourself, wife. Put your fingers under your shorts and play with that pretty little pussy.” I wait, stroking my cock until her free hand slides slowly under her waistband.
“You can’t see me,” I continue, “the only thing you can use is how you feel, what you hear. I’ll push your thighs wider, tighten the scarves so you can’t move an inch. Then I’ll play with that sweet-as-sugar cunt with my mouth and fingers. You’ll be surprised how far my fingers can reach inside you while I’m sucking on your clit.”
Her grip on her phone is a wee shaky, and my gaze drops to her moving hand, still hidden by the silk shorts. “Take those off.”
“Not- not this time, okay?” she whispers.
“This time,” I agree reluctantly. I want to see what those nimble fingers of hers are up to. Gripping my cock harder, I suck in a breath, forcing myself to slow down. “After you can handle two fingers inside you, I’ll add another, and then draw all that silky wet down to your little pucker.”
Morana’s eyes are wide again. “What?”
“Yes, darlin’ did you think I would only be satisfied by your cunt? It’s a delicious one, that’s certain. So snug and hot…” Groaning, I have to grip myself again. Just looking at this woman is enough to set me off, but she’s coming first. “Don’t worry. I’ll put just one finger in the first time, all wet from your slick, push it inside you while I’m fucking you with my fingers. My lips will be on yours because that should be about the time you’ll come for me and I’ll smother your screams with my tongue in your mouth. Can you feel it,mo fhlùr?You want to come, don’t you?”
“Yes…” Her gaze is fixed on mine and with her flushed cheeks and those purple eyes, she has never been more beautiful.
“Do it now. Be my good girl and come. Now!”
She jumps as my tone changes to sharp and demanding, and she does, with a hoarse cry, her back arched and eyes drooping and it sends me into my own, come pouring over my hand as my head drops back.
We sit in silence for a moment, hearing our harsh breaths until she slowly sits up, pushing her hair back.
“Lass, you are the prettiest thing when you come.” Laughing when she moans and hides her face, I say, “I’m sorry I canna tidy you up. Take a bath and relax before you go to bed, yeah?”
