Remembering what he can do with his tongue on me has my heart pounding. “My heart’s racing.”
“Mine too,” he whispers. “Are you in bed? What are you wearing under those covers?”
My smile gets wider as I slide my lace panties down my legs and dangle them in front of the screen. “Nothing now.”
Hid eyes widen, so does his smile. “Spread your legs, show me.”
I whip off the blankets and shove them to the side, showing him all of me. He licks his lips and moves around closer to his screen. “God, you’re perfect.”
He pushes down his briefs and pulls himself out. His cock takes up the whole screen and I’m so turned on my body is aching for him. He begins to pump his hand over his shaft, then pauses to swirls a slick thumb over his head.
My thighs tremble as I slide my fingers between them.
“Fuck, Jane, if I was there—”
“What would you do to me?”
“Everything. Everything. Push your fingers in, let me watch you.” His voice is velvety and soft. Smooth and demanding.
“Like this?” I do exactly what he says and watch his fist tighten around the base of his cock and move up and down in slow steady motions. Watching him watch me is setting my body on fire. My fingers are soaked.
“Fuck, I love how your lips spread around your fingers. I wish I was there to lick you. My fingers should be in there, deep inside you. In your pussy. In your ass. My tongue on your clit, my cock in your mouth.”
“It’s been so long. I’m so close to coming right now,” I sigh.
“Good. I want that. I need it. I need to see you come.” There’s a tremble in his voice. He’s just as close to coming as me. The thought of making him come this fast, of him losing control so quick makes the ache spread and spiral through my body.
His hand pumps quicker.
“All I think about is fucking you. It’s like my brain is broken out here, so far away from you. I’m obsessed with finishing this project to get back to you. I want my body on yours, under yours, my cock inside you. Fuck, Jane,” he breathes. “I’m going crazy without you.”
I can barely breathe; I’m wound so tight I could almost shatter.
“I can watch you fuck yourself all night,” his voice rasps.
I understand because I can’t take my eyes off his cock and the way it pulses in his clenched fist.
“Your fingers are so wet, Jesus,” he groans, “I just want to be inside you, right now. Fuck, watching this…fuck Jane.” The way he speaks makes my body shiver, desperate and frantic, and needy for him.
My name falls from his lips in soft waves and I’m there, coming, tightening around my fingers and crying out his name.
His mouth opens and he shudders against the headboard, cum dripping over his fist. “You own me, Jane Nash. Completely.”
My eyes burn with tears. “I just want you home soon. Please come home soon.” It’s only been a week and look at us, how are we going to last any longer?
“I swear, I’m trying to get back home. As soon as I can, okay. I promise.”
A yawn escapes past my lips and my eyelids droop. My body is satisfied and relaxed.
“Get some sleep, Nash. Alone. Don’t let the cock star touch you.”
I smile and wave. “Promise. Night, Dex.”
When I shut the video call off, I slide my computer onto my nightstand and look up. Damian is leaning on my doorframe, watching me.
Chapter 7
Islip my hand over to my nightstand and pull open the drawer. Damian’s eyes go wide and a smile slashes out across his face. “What do you have in there for me?”
