Even on the Facetime connection, I can see her pupils flare. “I have so much work to do…” she says feebly.
“Go sit on the couch, baby,” I repeat softly. She knows this tone of voice.
The room shifts as she carries her phone with her and I pull down my sweats, gripping the instant erection that’s already making me regret that I’m in Siberia and she’s in Canada. Seating herself gingerly on the sectional with her knees primly together makes me hide another grin.
“The things I want to do to you…” I groan. “So feckin’ beautiful. Open your knees. Let me see what’s mine.”
Aria’s fighting it, but I know she wants me as much as I need her right now. Chewing her lip, she says, “You first.”
I show her my hand, already wrapped around my painfully hard cock. “Be my good girl now.”
Putting her phone on the coffee table in front of her, she leans back, a hand on each thigh, gently pulling them open.
“Bloody hell,” I groan. She’s wearing sweet little pink lace undies, like the ones I ripped off her that night at the Inferno and stuffed in her mouth. “Slide your arse to the edge, let me see those panties up close.”
My hand moves slowly, rubbing my thumb over the tip of my cock to gather the precum. As she edges closer to the camera, I can see a wet spot gathering on the pink lace.
“I think you’ve been missing me,” I grin. “Slide your fingers inside that lace, I want to see how wet you are.” With another flush sweeping over her cheeks, she does, pulling her fingers back out to show her arousal gleaming on her fingertips. “So pretty, baby.” My hand starts moving again and my gaze is locked on the treasure between her legs. “Put a finger inside, pretend it’s mine.”
Improbably, she giggles. “I would need two fingers of mine to make one of yours. You have hands the size of a bear’s paw.”
I pretend to be insulted. “Are you comparing me to a bear, my sweet wife?”
She tries to stifle her laughter, shaking her head with an innocent expression. “Though, when you don’t shave for a couple of days, you look like you should be wearing flannel and wrestling one.”
“You’re going to pay for that when I get home,” I threaten, even more turned on by her giggles. “Put in three fingers. Pull down your panties. I want to watch.”
Biting her lip again, she raises her hips slightly to pull the pink lace down and show me her glistening, satiny pussy. Her three fingers stretch her entrance and I have to keep a death grip on my cock to keep from coming right then. She lets out a long sigh, her head dropping back.
“Keep your eyes on me.” My voice is rough as I fight to keep control of myself. “How do those fingers feel in your tight, wet pussy?”
“Not as good as yours,” she admits. Her eyelids are drooping, making her look unbearably sexy. “It’s always better when it’s you inside me.”
“Feck, you’re killin’ me,” I groan, “move ‘em in and out. Pretend I’m fucking you.”
If there is a Hell, like Father Barclay always threatened me with, it is this. Watching the most outrageously sexy woman I’ve ever met finger fuck herself while I canna do nothing but watch.
“When I get back,” I promise hoarsely, “I’m locking you in our room and I’m fuckin’ you on every surface. Every. Last. One. I’m gonna pin your legs back and watch my cock grind in and out of you. When it’s too intense and you try to pull away, I’ll yank you down so hard on me that you’ll come until you pass out.”
Her mouth’s open, breath coming faster along with her fingers as she listens to me. Her eyes drop and I know she’s watching me fist my cock.
“Put your other hand on your clit, tap it with your thumb. When I count down to one, you’re gonna come for me, just like I’m fucking you on that couch.”
“Mmm-hm?” Aria tries to answer me, and her use of moans instead of actual language tells me she’s close.
“I’ll be home soon, baby, and I’m filling up that perfect, tiny pussy until my come is running down your legs.” My good girl can pretend she’s pure and proper all she likes; I know she loves my dirty talk. “Move those fingers faster. Three… Two… One.”
Her knees snap together and her back arches as she comes, moaning my name and I explode seconds after her. My come covers my hand and pools on my abdomen, and she gives a little shiver as she watches me.
“I wish I was there to tidy you up and put you to bed,” I say, “go take care of yourself, sweet girl. I’ll be home soon.”
A soft smile spreads across her face, “Promise?”
“Aye, love. I promise.”
Chapter Thirty
In which Lachlan finds his window of opportunity.
