“Pinch them. Just a little.”
She lets out a soft whimper that travels straight to my cock. “I wish it was you touching me.”
“Me too, baby. Fuck, you have no idea.” I wrap my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly as I picture her lying on her bed, her fingers teasing her nipples. “I want you to feel good. Remember how I used to take my time with you? How I’d worship every inch of your body before giving you what you really wanted?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I remember everything.”
“Spread your legs for me, Harp, and then slip your hand inside your panties,” I instruct, my voice rough with need. “Tell me how it feels.”
There’s a pause, then a soft gasp that makes my cock throb painfully in my hand. “Oh God, H…”
“That’s it,” I encourage, tightening my grip as I stroke myself. “Are you touching yourself for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “God, I’m so wet.”
Fucking Christ.
“Circle your clit with your finger. Nice and slow.” I close my eyes, visualizing her face, those beautiful eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Just like I used to do. Feel me touching you, stroking you, licking you with my tongue.”
Her breath catches, and I can hear the slight rustling of sheets. “Harrison…”
“That’s it, baby. Keep going. Feel my tongue stroking right through you. God, I bet you taste so fucking good right now.”
The sound she makes—a little gasp followed by a moan—nearly breaks me. I can picture her so clearly, head thrown back against her pillow, lips parted, fingers working between her thighs.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I encourage, tightening my grip on my cock, pre-cum slicking my palm. “I want to hear it all.”
“I’m…” she starts, then whimpers. “It feels so good, H. But it’s not enough.”
“Remember how you would grip my hair and beg me to let you come?” I whisper, stroking myself in time with her soft moans. “How you’d arch your back when I’d finally give you what you needed?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Push your finger inside, Harper,” I instruct, my voice strained with need. “Feel how tight you are. How goddamn wet you are for me.”
“Oh God,” she moans, louder this time. “Yes, right there.”
My strokes quicken as I imagine her fingers working inside herself, the way her body would tense and relax with every movement. “That’s a good girl. Add another finger. Stretch yourself open so you’re ready to take my cock.”
The moan that escapes her lips makes my balls tighten. I’m fully hard now, pre-cum leaking down my shaft as I stroke myself in rhythm with her breathing.
“H, I wish you were here,” she moans, her voice breaking slightly. “I need you inside me. God, do I need you. Want you.”
“Fuck, Harper,” I growl, my hips lifting off the bed as I thrust into my hand. “I want that too. So, fucking bad. Tell me how it feels when you curl your fingers forward, hit that spot that makes you shake.”
She makes a strangled sound, half-moan and half-gasp. “There… right there…”
“That’s my girl,” I encourage, imagining her face flushed with pleasure, her back arching as she works herself closer to the edge. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this. So, fucking perfect.”
“I’m getting close,” she whispers, her breathing erratic.
“Not yet,” I growl, gripping the base of my cock to slow myself down. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. What you want me to do to you when I get back.”
She moans again, the sound muffled like she’s biting her lip or pressing her face into a pillow. “I want your mouth on me,” she confesses breathlessly. “I want you to taste me like you used to. I want you to pin me down and lick me until I’m screaming your name.”
“Fuck, Harper.” I stroke myself faster. “I’d spend hours between your thighs if you’d let me. Making you come over and over again. You’d have to beg me to stop.”
“God, yes,” she gasps. “More, please.”
