The sheet tents as I imagine her in my bed. Ripping off her tank. Sliding her panties down her long legs. I angle the phone so she can see my abs, and then—as much as I hate myself a little for it—do a half-crunch to define the muscles. Her appreciative purr encourages me to slide my free hand lower, and I show her as my fingers dip under the sheet and wrap around myshaft.
“God, Cam. You have no idea how much I wish youwerehere.”
“If I were there, my mouth would be where your hand is right now. I’d start by caressing the tip with my tongue, slowly. Once.Twice.”
I groan. Her hair would cover her face, but I’d smell her—cinnamon and gardenia and arousedwoman.
“Then I’d take you in my mouth, using my tongue to trace the underside of your cock. With one hand, I’d guide you deeper, and with the other, I’d cup your balls.” She writhes on the bed, grinding her hips against the mattress. She’s miles away and I can smell her like she’s right nexttome.
“How does that feel,soldier?”
My dick throbs in my hand, and the tip is already leaking as my fingers do a poor job of replacing her mouth. “Don’t stop,angel.”
Her eyes glitter as she watches me. “Then, I’d start to suck. Hollow out my cheeks, let you think I’m about to pull off, but then I’d go down again, harder, faster. I’d hum when you were at your deepest, then, for good measure, I’d probably trail my fingernails along your innerthighs.”
I feel everything. Every sensation, even the soft locks of her hair brushing my hips. When she moans, the vibration rockets directly to my shaft, and my ballstighten.
“Come for me, West. Come so I cantasteyou.”
With a strangled cry that might have been her name, I follow orders. Cum spurts up my stomach to my chest, and I can’t help the jerk ofmyhips.
“See, if I were there, I’d take care of that for you.” Her voice drops another few notes. “Then…” The phone angle changes, and her hand dips into herpanties.
I almost lose my grip on the phone as she gasps and her hips start to roll. “Easy, angel. Slow down. I want this to last. Let me see your fingers.” She obeys, and even on the small screen, they glisten. “What do youwant,Cam?”
“Fuck me, West. Take me and make mescream.”
“Oh, you’ll be screaming soon enough. Touch yourself. Slowly. Slide your fingers along the edges of where my lips should be right now.” As she delves back under the red lace, she moans and my cock starts to throb again. “Good girl. If I were there, I’d slide lower, exploring. Maybe I’d dip one finger inside you. You’re so wet,sweetheart.”
She gasps again as she follows my running commentary, and her stomachquivers.
“Find the spot, angel. I’m tasting you now, my tongue tracing that hard nub. You’re sweet, like honey and rain. God, you’re so fucking hot. Faster now. I can’t get enoughofyou.”
I’m ready again, and as I palm my shaft, I can barely maintain my grip on the phone. “I’m inside you now. Two fingers curling deep, taking youhigher.”
We’re both panting, and as Cam whimpers my name, I rush to the edge of the precipice. Her phone slips from her grip, and I only catch her hips bucking against her hand. Her cry, half-scream, half strangled groan sends me fallingwithher.
* * *
“West.”
I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at the ceiling, but her quiet voice brings me back, and I snag my t-shirt off the floor to clean myself up. “God, Cam. I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Picking up the phone so I can see her again, I sober immediately. “What’swrong?”
She bites her bottom lip for a moment, squeezes her eyes shut, and runs a hand through her tangled tresses. “Work isn’t going well. Royce…something’s going onwithhim.”
“Yourboss?”
“My former CO, too. We used to be close. Now…he won’t talk to me.” Her voice cracks, and does her chin wobble? Damn video. I can’t tell. “He’s been off for weeks, and everyone’s noticed. He’s called a happy hour for tomorrow—after work. I can’tbail.Not—”
“You need to rescheduleourdate.”
“Please don’thateme.”
Her unsteady voice suggests she thinks I might. “Angel, we just had mind-blowing sex over FaceTime. You could call me an ugly son of a bitch with garlic breath and tell me you think my sheets came from the dollar bin at the clown store and I wouldn’t hate you. But if I don’t get you tomorrow night, I have onerequest.”
Her gaze pierces mine through the camera. “Anything.”
“Well, Iwasgoing to say I wanted you all day and all night on Saturday, but now that you’ve dangled the possibility ofanything…”
