She angles the phone down slightly, and I can see her hand moving beneath her leggings. My breath catches.
“I want to see you. Can you be a good girl for me and take off your pants?”
Her breath hitches and her hand stills. Then she moves her phone to her side table. From the angle, I think she’s propped it against her books, and that makes my cock throb, too, that she’s using her fairy smut to give me a better angle at her touching herself.
I watch, transfixed, as she hooks her thumbs into her waistband and bares her legs, taking her panties with the leggings. When her fingers return to her slit, they glisten on contact.
“Fuck, Frankie.” My hand tightens on my cock. “You’re so wet for me already.”
She rubs faster.
My voice takes on a rough note that I can’t soften. “Spread your legs more. I want to see your pretty pussy.” She does, and when I see that first flash of slippery pink skin flashing from behind her fingers, I have to bite back a groan. “That’s it, baby. Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “But not as good as you.” She falters, her fingers still moving. “I want your mouth.”
“Fuck yeah, I’ll lick your sweet little pussy until you’re moaning.” I’m palming myself harder now through my sweats, unable to help it. “Make you come on my tongue, then again on my cock.”
She moans.
“Are you going to come for me now, baby? Show me how good you can be?”
“I need—” She gasps, her hips moving restlessly. “I need more.”
“Use your fingers. Put them inside yourself and imagine they’re mine.”
Her back arches off the bed as she teases herself with just the tip of two fingers, her thumb on her clit. Her whole hand is wet now, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So pure and raw and perfect.
This feels sacred.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her. “Taking those fingers so well. Let your pussy be greedy. Fuck, I wish it was my cock instead. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Need to come. Please let me come.”
As if I could ever deny her that. The desperation in her voice nearly breaks me. “Show me how much you miss me, then. Show me how needy your body is for your husband’s touch.”
The sight of her pleasure pushes me right to the edge. She shatters with a cry, her body arching, her thighs trembling. I watch every second of it, grinding the heel of my hand against my still-covered dick, waiting, wanting…
When she collapses back, a boneless puddle of spent woman, I shove my sweats down, my cock springing free, already leaking.
“This is what you do to me. This is how much I miss you.”
“I wish I could taste you,” she says dreamily, and the words send a bolt of heat straight through me.
“Take want my cock in your pretty mouth, wife.”
She rolls over and reaches for the phone, bringing it closer to her face. Bringing to closer so she can watch me stroke as she whispers the sweetest dirty secrets. “I woke up thinking about it this morning.”
I’m stroking myself faster now, unable to slow down. My hand a blur, chasing the promise of her wet tongue, her hungry lips.
“I’d take you so deep,” she continues, gaining confidence, her voice still breathy from her orgasm. “I’d let you fuck my mouth until…”
I finish the thought for her. “Until I come down your throat? Until you swallow every drop?”
“Yes…”
“Touch yourself again,” I command. “I want you to come again.”
“I can’t, I’m too sensitive.” But she’s already shoving her hand between her body and the bed, her breath hitching, her eyes flared wide.
