“Oh?” I lick my lips. “That’s hot.”
“Please, Frankie. Fuck.” He palms his cock, exhaling heavily. “I want to see your face as you work that into your body.”
I strip my clothes off, and his gaze is so ravenous through the video call that I feel his presence in the room with me. I cup my tits first, then touch my belly, my hips and thighs, before dipping my fingers between my legs to tease my pussy.
I haven’t gotten myself off since he left, and my clit is ready for attention. I don’t give it.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs.
“I want to see you, too.” I wave my hand for a second before resuming my touching. “Get naked.”
He grins and complies, his cock bouncing into the air. My belly clenches at the memory of having all of that inside me.
“I think I need to roll over to put it in.” I take a deep breath. When I’ve touched my ass before, that’s how I’ve done it, on my side, with my non-dominant hand. Inserting a plug should be the same, I think. “You’ll be able to see me but I won’t see you.”
“I’ll keep talking, then.” He holds my gaze. “And once it’s in, turn over so I can see your face?”
I nod. Feelings that once felt dangerous and now just feel enormous clog my throat as I set my phone on my bedside table, against books I haven’t read in weeks. Books that I once lost myself in because I didn’t think I’d find someone as incredible as the mythical men on those pages. But now I have Logan watching me roll over, witnessing me slicking my fingers up with the lube and touching myself from behind, pretending it’s him, and it’s better than incredible. It’sfun.
My hips rock, wanting him to see as much as he can, wanting to show off for him, to be sexy for my mate.
My mate.
I huff a little laugh at the fantastical spin, but it feels true.
My fingertip breaches the first sphincter, making my body pulse in protest.
Immediately, Logan talks me through it. “That looks so good. Just the tip of your finger, wish I could feel that clench. Keep breathing. God, that’s so sexy.”
I close my eyes and focus on relaxing, on riding the wave of sensation and finding what feels good as I work more lube into my body.
“Make your little hole glisten for me. Get it all slippery so the toy can slide in.”
Heart pounding, I grab for it, slicking it up as well before bringing the firm little rounded tip to my back entrance.
Logan groans. “That’s it. Gonna stuff my wife full. Make you feel good.”
I imagine it’s his finger invading me, making my pussy clench around nothing. If he was here, he’d finger my ass and then work his cock into my cunt, filling all of me until I couldn’t think, couldn’t worry about anything. Until all I could do was feel.
His voice wraps around me and drags me closer to him. “You’ve taken almost all of it, baby. So pretty. Rock your hips, fuck yourself on that plug. Get it inside you and then you can rub your clit.”
With a whimper, I seat it fully, so the base of it is nestled between my ass cheeks, and then I flop onto my back and look at the phone.
“My beautiful, fearless girl,” he says. His cock is in his hand and he’s stroking it. It looks so rigid, so ready to pop, but he’s not stroking fast. Just slow up and down movements, keeping himself on the edge. “Look at how pink your cheeks are. Was that hard work, taking your husband’s plug?”
“Yes.”
“You did a great job.”
I flush even more.
“You’re fucking sexy as hell, you know that?”
I throw my arm over my eyes, embarrassed that I do know, that it’s easy for me to be this horny and wild.
“I love it. We’re going to have the best marriage, Frankie. Nobody else gets this anymore. This is sacred, between you and me. No limits. No judgement. Your body is a gift to me, and I treasure what you do for me.”
My clit throbs at the praise. My dominant hand drops between legs, and I gasp at how wet I am now.
