I know I’ve already seen you touch yourself. But I should get better about consent. Is it okay if I watch you play?
I want to see my wife come.
Play.I love how he makes this fun and not so serious. It’s play. It’s fun.
Leticia:
I don’t mind.
For a second,the bubbles show that he’s typing, but they stop and then my phone rings instead.
I answer it, not needing to double-check that it’s him calling.
“Come out from under the covers. Fuck.” His breathing is heavy. “Fuck.”
I push back the covers. The room is still dark-ish, the low glow from the electronic lights filling the space.
“Strip for me, gorgeous.” Royal moans, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “You have no idea how hard I am for you. I miss being inside you.”
My breath catches.Why is that so hot?Hot and relatable. My pussy squeezes like it’s looking for his cock but comes up empty.
I sit up on the bed, pulling his T-shirt out from under my butt, then off over the top of my head, and down around my cast-covered arm. Next, I shimmy my underwear down my legs before kicking them off to land on the floor somewhere.
“How’s that?” I ask, looking around the room, trying to figure out where the camera is.
“The camera is one of my security cameras. It’s on top of my computer stack, but don’t worry about me. It’s enough to just have a little look at you,” Royal says softly. “Do you see why a dick pic is grossly overrated?”
I reach for my earbuds on the nightstand, and Royal waits while I tuck them into my ears.
Lying back on the bed, I slowly trail my fingers down my body. I don’t know the first thing about being sexy, so I try to remember how Royal touched me. “It definitely wasn’t what I wanted.”
“Did you like what you did get?” His voice wavers lightly.
“I did. Though . . . I’d really like to see . . .”
“See what, Leticia?” He hums. “Be a good girl, say the words, and I’ll give you everything I can.”
“Can I see you come?”
I can’t believe those words just came from my mouth. It’s shameful, but it’s not like we aren’t married. And it’s not like we haven’t had sex before. But why is it so hard to ask?
“Lie back and play with my pretty little pussy, and I’ll send you a video of me coming. But you have to promise to make yourself come lying right where you are right now.” Royal doesn’t hesitate to coach me through this experience with him.
I lie back as he instructed. It’s a little awkward using my opposite hand to trail my fingers down my body and between my legs. I send them straight to my clit in search of relief.
My body jolts at the touch, but I settle into the feeling of pleasure.
“Don’t be so shy, gorgeous. Let me see you. Enjoy yourself for me. That’s it, doesn’t it feel good?” His voice is low and gravelly.
I wonder if the irises of his eyes are gold like I’d seen them before. I pet my clit, working over the small nub, feeling myself grow wetter, but I fumble as I get closer.
“What was that huff about?” He hums, waiting for me to respond.
“Nothing, it’s just weird using this hand. I’ll make it work.” I hate the frustration ruining the moment between us and try to refocus.
“Then let me take over,” he says unhelpfully from the other side of the world.
“I don’t want to wait until you come home,” I grumble and slide my hand away from my center, defeated.
