TRACY
Tracy was in a hypnotic trance as she watched a single bead of water maneuver through the maze that was Francis’ chiseled abs. Francis’ biceps flexed as he swiped wet strands of dark hair from his forehead. When he first came into view on the screen, Tracy was excited by his dark, sexy eyes, then his enticing lips. But when his strong torso came into view, and his towel fell open, Tracy couldn't begin to take her eyes away from his enormously engorged dick. Her mouth began to water as she marveled at the venous shaft of his impressively large dick.
“Tracy, hello.” His voice was gruff and sensual.
In her mind, she said hello, but her brain hadn't allowed her lips to move.
“Tracy?” Francis repeated.
Tracy forced her gaze from the work of art that was his body, to the work of art that was his face. His expression was that of amusement, and his sexy smirk let on that he was very aware that Tracy was eye fucking him.
“H-hey,” she responded after clearing her throat.
“You’re running late today, cara. Is everything okay? You feeling okay?”
Francis constantly worried about her and the health of their baby. It was as if he was expecting something bad to happen.
“Francis, I’m fine. I feel fine. I only have one meeting today, and it’s in the afternoon. So I decided to sleep a little late. Please don't worry so much.”
“Impossible. I’ll worry until I’m there to look after you. This, I cannot help.”
Tracy smiled, touched by his protectiveness.
“Exactly when will you be here to look after me?”
Francis leaned further into the chair, revealing more of his nakedness, and gracing Tracy with the naughtiest of grins. “What is it, Bella? You miss me?” he questioned, grabbing his dick with strong fingers that Tracy desperately missed.
“Well?” he probed when she didn’t respond.
Tracy swallowed hard as he slowly stroked himself from balls to tip. She imagined herself leaning over him, impaling herself onto his massive dick.
“Tracy?” he repeated, demanding an answer.
“Yes,” Tracy responded in a small voice. “I miss you.”
“Bene. I miss you too, bella. Rid yourself of the towel and let me see you.”
Tracy placed the iPad on her desk and did as instructed. She pulled the towel from her body and sat back against the chair. An involuntary moan escaped her lips as Francis massaged his dick with vigor.
“I imagine myself caressing your beautiful tits and licking those chocolate nipples. Since I am unable, I need you to do it for me. Will you do that for me, bella?”
Tracy’s hands moved quickly to massage her aching breasts. When she pinched her sensitive nipples, the sheer pleasure caused her eyes to roll in the back of her head. Francis winced. He tightened his grip and sped the pace. Using the lubricant that dripped from the angry head of his cock, he jerked himself until Tracy could see the strain on his handsome face.
“I wanna lick your pussy, bella,” he croaked. “Help me.”
Tracy eagerly obeyed. She licked two of her fingers and slid them down her body until they reached her throbbing center. She then, less than gently, began to rub circles into the swollen bud. Tracy dipped her fingers inside of her wet opening, borrowing the accumulated moisture to slicken her eager clit.
“Si, bella, just like that,” he encouraged.
Tracy’s eyes never left Francis as she teased and massaged herself into a frenzy. The harder he stroked his dick, the more excited she became. Francis was a sight to see. His hard, sweat-glistened, sculpted chest and abs could only be rivaled by his handsome, masculine face.
“Mmm…Francis,” Tracy gasped as her own muscles tensed.
“I miss you, Bella. When I get back, I’m gonna eat that sweet pussy ‘til you scream. Do you hear me?”
“Umm…yes, baby,” Tracy purred.
The sight of Francis jerking off, tugging his cock with purposeful intent and the feral sound of his groans sent Tracy over the virtual edge. She froze, and her body began to convulse. Her clit throbbed against her fingers as she experienced an explosive release.
