“Yours,” she says in an accusing tone. “If you had opened up a little sooner, you’d already know what it feels like to be inside me.”
“Babe, don’t torture me.”
“You realize I love sex, right? I love the feeling of an orgasm, and I haven’t had many delivered by men. Yonny is the only other guy who’s been inside me. And he wasn’t super into anything, not even my mouth.”
“I would give up my entire savings to have your mouth on my cock right now.”
“Me too,” she says while she wets her lips. “God, I’m so on edge right now. I need you, Silas.” She sits up and lifts her sports bra over her head, revealing her tits.
“Fuck . . . me,” I say, my dick growing hard in seconds.
“Nothing feels right when you’re not here.” She grips her breasts and pinches her nipples. “Nothing feels the same. Now that I know what it feels like when you give me an orgasm, I can’t even do it properly for myself.”
“Do you need some help?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Then strip. Strip down to nothing and spread your legs in front of the camera. I want to see that wet cunt.”
“God,” she moans as she strips out of her sweatpants and then rests on a pillow and angles her body so I can see her face, her sexy tits, and her pussy. Her legs are completely spread.
“Babe, that’s so fucking hot.”
“Tell me what to do, please. Make me come, Silas.”
Seeing how much she needs it, how much we both need it, I say, “I want you to glide your fingers up and down your body and around your breasts without touching your nipples.” When she starts moving her hands, I say, “Just like that, baby. Slower, I want you to feel how soft your skin is.”
“I want it to be you touching me.”
“Soon, Ollie, but just pretend it’s me. Know how much I want those tits in my mouth, how I want to suck, squeeze, and pinch them. I want to lick them, bring them into my mouth, and spend hours worshipping them.” Her breath grows rapid. “Glide your fingers closer to your pussy, tease yourself the way I’d tease you. Get close to your slit but don’t touch yourself.”
Her hand lowers and, when she gets close enough, her pelvis lifts. “Don’t fucking touch that cunt. It’s mine.” She groans and drags her hand back up her body. “That’s it, baby, I’ll let you know when you can touch yourself.”
“Don’t make me wait.”
“Don’t tell me how to make you come,” I snap.
Her teeth roll over her bottom lip, and a slight smirk passes over that beautiful mouth of hers.
“Spread your legs more.” When she does, I say, “Run your fingers along your inner thighs. But don’t touch your pussy.”
She brings her hands down to her thighs, her fingers dragging over her velvet skin.
“Make circles so close to your pussy that you can feel yourself get wetter and wetter with each pass.”
Her nipples pucker, and her body starts to tighten as she looks for that touch.
“Fuck, you make me so hard,” I say as I slide my briefs down and grip my cock.
“Let me see,” she says, looking up at the phone.
I point the phone at my erection, and she moans as her fingers slide close to her pussy.
“Don’t fucking touch yourself, Ollie.”
“I’m not,” she says, her voice distressed.
“Then lay your hands by your side.”
