Toni laughed. “Would that I were, love. I like all sorts of words.” She smiled and added, “‘Pussy.’ ‘Cunt.’ I like those best. I couldn’t tell if you would find them too crass, though.”
Addie swallowed. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
Toni nodded. Then she pulled back the bedspread and sat cross-legged on the sheets. “I see you kept my sweatshirt. What else are you wearing, love?”
“Jeans. Underpants. A shirt and a hair tie.”
“No bra?” Toni asked.
Addie stared at the camera and pulled her shirt—well,Toni’sshirt—over her head. “Nope.”
Toni made a low noise of appreciation. So Addie crawled across the hotel-room bed, set the laptop on the nightstand, and unbuttoned her jeans. She said nothing as she slid them and her panties off.
“Take out the ponytail.” Toni was still fully dressed and already giving orders.
“If you take your trousers off,” Addie countered.
Toni matched Addie’s bedside position and did so. She left her button-up shirt on, though. Apparently, she required specific instructions.
Addie stretched out on her bed, facing the laptop, and rolled onto her side. “Buttons undone, please.”
As Toni complied, Addie plucked her nipples, pinching them as Toni liked to do.
“Such a very good girl,” Toni murmured. “Move your leg, so I can see your pussy when you touch yourself.…” Her words faded as Addie obeyed instantly.
Addie smiled. “I think I like that word when you say it. Say the other one.”
Toni rolled onto her back, half seated, so the camera was not showing anything but Toni’s chest and face. “I love the taste of your cunt, Addie. The feel of it, the smell of it, the way you arch against my mouth so I can lick you.”
“I… want to hear that when you’re with me,” Addie said. “I like how much it sounds like you crave me.”
“Idocrave you, all the time.” Toni stared at her. “What else do you like?”
“I like the way you’re looking at me right now,” Addie confessed.
“How’s that?”
“Like you are struggling for control,” Addie told her. “It makes me feel powerful when I watch your expressions, and you look ravenous.”
Toni’s gaze was riveted to the hand that Addie had lowered to her sex. “Do you mind if I don’t lower the camera?”
“I want to see you watching me.”
Toni’s voice was increasingly hungry as she asked, “Are you wet?”
Addie shifted so she was on her knees. The camera was capturing only the center of Addie’s body now—belly, hips, parted thighs—and her hand. “Do you see?”
“Yessss.” Toni’s hand was out of the frame, which now only showed her gaping shirt and face, and her voice coming through the connection was breathier.
“Are you touching your… self?” Addie whispered.
“Yes.” Toni’s lips parted. “Seeing you… like this for me makes it impossible not to.”
“Only for you,” Addie reminded her as she lifted the vibe and flicked it on. The low hum sounded loud in the room, and seeing Toni bite her lip as if to repress a moan made Addie feel like she was wetter than she could ever get when she was on her own. Watching Toni watch her wasn’t as good as being able to touch Toni, but having her reactions onscreen made it much better than masturbating alone.
Addie didn’t say a word as she angled the device and slid it along her body. She said nothing as she held it to her clit. She kept as silent as she could so she could hear the sounds of Toni’s hand moving against herself.
“Faster,” Toni breathed out. “I know it turns up higher than that.”
