I shift on the bed, making sure she can see that I’m hard, my cock tenting my pants. “Or we could talk about how sexy youare when you get going about work. How fucking cute you are when you happily watch me brush my teeth, too. We could do some hard-core talking about how incredible I think you are, in general, and in very specific ways, too.”
Her eyes widen slightly as she realizes what I’m implying.
I keep my voice gentle, coaxing. “It’s just you and me, baby. No one else. Do you want to make yourself feel good?”
Her gaze flicks beyond the screen, and then back. To her bed, and then back to the screen again. She’s still holding her phone. “You want me to touch myself?”
“More than I want my next breath. Have you ever touched yourself while someone watched?”
“Not like this, not on the phone.” Lust softens her face. So soft and eager.
The thought of being her first for this makes my cock throb. “I’d really like to see you. And you can watch me, too.”
She makes a small, needy sound in the back of her throat.
“I’m your husband, Frankie. It’s okay if you want to see me naked.” I push my hand against my waistband, hooking my thumb inside the elastic. “See what you do to me? Just talking to you gets me this hard.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and she nods. “Are you going to jerk off?”
“If you want me to.”
“Mmm… Yeah, I do.”
“That’s good, baby. And I want to talk to you as I tease myself, is that okay? I want to turn you on with my words, because I can’t be there in person to do that with my hands and my mouth. I want to watch you get worked up, and then when you can’t resist a second more, I want to watch you touch yourself. I want to see you come for me. Can you do that?”
When she nods, I reward her by pushing my waistband down further, creating a deep shadow. One more push and my cockwill be free, but I don’t want to stroke just yet. Not until she’s worked up and desperate.
“Let me tell you what I think about.” I immediately have to take a deep breath as the sweetest filth surges to the front of my mind. My cock flexes and pulses, seed spilling to the tip, smearing against my underwear as I deny myself direct contact, focusing all my attention on Frankie’s wide-eyed wonder.
“Definitely about how good you taste. I want to get on my knees and eat you out after a long day at work, baby. When you’ve been keeping a sexy secret for me all day, a squirmy little cunt that needs a deep kiss. And I think about taking you in the shower, too. Washing every inch of you. Getting you all squeaky clean so you let me tongue every inch of you all over again. Every fucking inch, you hear me?”
Heat grips me by the throat as I stare at the screen, as she nods, both of us locked in to this fantasy.
“Do you ever touch your pretty little asshole?”
She jolts, then nods, hesitantly.
I grin, suddenly drunk on the power of her honesty. “Yeah you do. I touch myself there, too. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She whimpers.
“I’m going to lick your ass until you come for me. And then I’ll climb on top of you and fuck you into tomorrow. I think about that all the time. How perfect you feel wrapped around me. How much I love the sounds you make when I’m inside you.”
I watch her face on the screen, seeing the flush spread across her cheeks, the way her breathing has gone shallow.
“This morning I jerked off thinking about how good it felt to fuck you against that wall in the alley.”
“Oh god,” she breathes.
“I came so fucking fast. Have you been touching yourself since I’ve been gone, Frankie?”
She squeaks, then nods. “I think about your hands. How big they are. How they feel on my skin. And I get so turned on, I have to rub my clit and pretend it’s you.”
Fuck. My hand drops to my cock without conscious thought, palming myself through my sweats. “Do it for me. Rub your clit and imagine it’s me.”
She hesitates for just a moment longer, and then I watch her hand slide down her body, disappearing beneath the frame of the camera.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Let me see what you’re doing.”
