I leaned in closer, letting my breasts sway in front of the screen. “Where should I set the camera?” I asked coyly.
He bit his lip, his hand moving faster beneath the covers. “Make sure I can see your whole body, like how I have mine.”
“You don’t want me to set it up between my legs?”
Alastair let out a quiet laugh. “As much as I appreciate that view, I want to see you. All of you, not just that pretty cunt of yours.”
Pretty cunt.
I’d always hated the c-word with a passion—until Alastair, that is.
Such filthy words coming out of the mouth of an absolute gentleman did me in.
“Should I grab a toy?” I asked shyly. If I was going to get off without him here, a toy and lube were an absolute necessity.
His smile widened. “Please do. I love playing with toys.”
Yep. It was official. I’d won the boyfriend jackpot.
Don had always looked down on using toys, thinking he was a superior lover, but I knew better. His fragile male ego was worried I’d prefer them over him.
Alistair didn’t have those insecurities.
“Give me a second.” Wrapping my arm around my chest to contain my breasts, I darted out of view and over to my nightstand. Without the proper support, those things were weapons.
Pulling open the second drawer, I perused my collection of dildos, vibrators, and water-based lubes. Old faithful—a classic neon pink rabbit vibrator—was the first to catch my attention. Even though I’d collected some interesting toys since Don’s passing, I decided to pick something a little more tame for Alistair.
I grabbed the vibrator and a bottle of lube, then climbed onto the bed. Laying on my side, I mirrored how Alistair was sprawled out in front of the camera, adjusting my tablet so my entire body was in view.
Alistair looked at the vibe and wiggled his eyebrows. “Neon pink. I like it. Can you spread your legs for me a little bit?” he asked.
I nodded and bent my knees, bringing one leg up to give him a better view of my pussy. Spreading myself open like that would have been impossible a couple months ago, but yoga had already improved my flexibility so much.
“Yeah, just like that,” Alistair said under his breath. “Lube up your fingers and slip them between your legs. Play with yourself for me. Get your pussy warmed up for your toy.”
Snapping open the bottle of lube, I coated my fingers with a generous drop. I ran them along my center, ensuring I was nice and lubricated.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his eyes locked on me and his hand moving furiously beneath the sheet.
“When do I get to see you?” I slipped my fingers inside my pussy, a little gasp slipping past my lips.
He chuckled and pulled the sheet away, revealing the thick length of his cock. A shiny bead of precum gathered along the tip, and with a stroke of his hand, he spread it down his shaft.
I was reminded of the way he tasted, the way he filled my mouth and later my pussy with his cum.
Lots and lots of cum.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
It was like he knew…
“I was thinking about how you taste. And about how much you cum.”
“Mmm. I loved seeing my cum drip out of you,” he groaned, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he stroked faster. “Get your toy ready, sweetheart.”
I pulled my focus off Alistair long enough to coat my vibrator with a layer of lube. Placing it at my entrance, I waited for his next instruction.
“Go on and start it up. Rub the tip over your clit nice and slow.”
