I’ll take her in any form she gives me, but fuck, I wish I could actually touch her right now. I’ve nearly forgotten how she feels under my fingertips, and I’m hungry for it.
She lies on the bed, just in her purple bra and panties. The way I want to slowly remove them with my teeth is overwhelming, but I know that I can’t.
I can’t help but stroke myself as I look at her body, still as beautiful as ever. Her eyes wander from where I’m touching myself to my face, and she licks her lips.
“Do you like what you do to me, Lilith?”
She nods her head and furrows her brows. “You don’t usually talk this much.”
“Do you want me to shut up?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “Then shall I tell you how much I’ve been thinking about your viciously sweet cunt?” She nods her head, and I smile. I’m so close to her, and I would give anything for it to truly be her in front of me right now. To feel the heat of her body and her skin against mine—I’m desperate for it. I’m happy she hasn’t changed anything about her appearance, she’s beautiful just like this.
“I think about it every day, aboutyouevery day,” I tell her. She glides her hand over her stomach, and I don’t miss the wet patch on her panties. I want to suck it in between my lips and make her come while the tight garment is still on.
“Don’t lie to me in my dreams.”
I shake my head. “I stroke my cock every night thinking about your pretty lips wrapped around me. Or your tight pussy stretching from my cock. It’s the only way I can come… thinking of you.”
She scoffs, placing her hands on the bed. “I think… maybe, I did like it when youdidn’ttalk.”
“If I don’t talk, how can I tell you what to do?” I ask with an arch of my eyebrow. I’m so close to her, and it was already clear that she was a projection. But not being able to smell her is disturbing to me. I lean over her, my thumb grazing the head of my length, and I use the release to wet my cock.
She swallows, the column of her throat looking impossibly long, and all I can think about is leaning forward to lick and bite her tender flesh.
“What would you tell me to do?”
“Show me how you’ve been making yourself come.”
She glances back down at where I’m touching myself, and her cheeks heat when she slides her hand down into her panties.
“Panties off.” The command is clear and deep, and she surprisingly gives me no pushback as she uses her thumbs to glide the lace down her thighs.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I tell her, and a small whimper escapes her plush lips.
Her hand shakes as she uses the tips of her fingers to slowly circle her clit. I keep the same pace as she does.
She moans lightly as she touches herself, but I know she’s holding back. That she’s not completely letting herself go. I need her to let go. It’s all I ever wanted, for her to completely let go and accept this tether that ties us to one another.
“Fuck yourself with your fingers.” Her eyes drift from my cock to my face before landing on the center of my chest, where the necklace dangles. I knew she wasn’t wearing hers, but I never took mine off.
It’s only when she sees the necklace that she does as I asked. Two of her fingers slip into her tight cunt. A keening noise escapes her lips, and her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes, her hair spilling into a golden pool behind her.
“That’s it. Are you thinking about your fingers being mine instead? How quickly you came from just my hand.”
She moans and shakes her head.Lie.The sweet scent of strawberries and sugar still hits me.Interesting.I didn’t know I could taste a projection’s lies.
I shake my head. “It’s what I think about. I think about how tight you were. How incredibly wet you were for me. How fucking sweet you tasted. How you wanted to beg for more but wouldn’t.”
My words send her over the edge, and as I watch her unfold before me, I can’t help but speed up my pace. Lilith’s eyes don’t leave my body, and mine never leave hers. Both of us watch hungrily as we bring ourselves to orgasm. A mutual crescendo of release so intense and all from only watching each other.
Lilith pants, her fingers sticky with her release as she rests them on her stomach.
“I needed that,” she says softly.
“So did I,” I say with a smile. I would have given anything for this to be truly real, not a projection.
“You still wear it.” She eyes my necklace, and I nod.
“Never stopped.”
