“Are you fucking kidding me? I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to see for myself how much you want me. Show me.”
She does as I asked and guides the camera lower, slipping her free hand into her light-blue cotton boyshorts. There’s an undeniable wet spot, and as she drags her fingers out, they’re glistening.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock already leaking at the sight of her. “I’d like to identify as your panties right now.” She laughs, but I’m having none of it. “I’m serious, Livy. You’ll need to hang up if you don’t want to hear me fisting my cock.”
Olivia makes a show of sucking her fingers clean and I’m genuinely impressed I didn’t come all over my chest from just watching her. “What if I want to hear?”
I can’t remember the last time I had phone sex, let alone video sex. It’s never appealed to me, but it’s different with Livy. I don’tfeel any embarrassment, and if anything, I want to convince her to join me. “Do you have your favorite vibrator nearby?”
“My favorite one is in the shower, but I have this one.” She rummages in her bedside table and pulls out what looks more like a massager than a typical dildo. Her confidence shakes as she adds, “Is it really okay if I use it?”
“I just want you to feel good,” I assure her. “But maybe grab a towel so you don’t have to swap out your bedding after. I want you to make a fucking mess and come at least five times for me before we hang up.” She places the phone down for what I assume will be to retrieve a towel or extra blanket. When she returns, she settles into bed and lays on her side, propping the phone against one of her pillows. As I slide off my boxer briefs, there’s a faint buzzing sound. “Start slow, baby.” Livy narrows her eyes at me but lowers the intensity. “Good girl. Even though I’m not there, you come when I say you can.”
“Always so bossy,” she teases, her breaths already uneven.
“You fucking love it. Close your eyes for me.” She does, and I praise, “Good girl. Let me talk you through it. Rub your toy against your clit, just like I would with my cock before pressing inside you.”
Livy lets out a sweet moan that has me leaking precum. I resist stroking myself, at least until she comes for me. My phone alerts that it’s down to five-percent battery, and my muttering a few swears as I search for my charger has her eyes flying wide and grabbing her own phone.
“Sorry, baby, don’t stop, I just need my charger.”
“I thought you were hanging up,” she chuckles nervously, setting her phone back down and closing her eyes.
“Not a chance.”
I attach the cordless battery pack, and all I can see is her face, but it doesn’t matter—I’ve committed every inch of her perfect body to memory. The need to touch her again is unbearable, and I have no idea how I’ll survive the next couple of months, maybe even years, without her truly being mine again.
The vibration intensifies, and I chuckle to myself. “I didn’t tell you to increase it, babygirl. If you’re not going to listen, then I’ll hang up.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
While she says it almost sarcastically, that little word makes my cock twitch each time it leaves her lips. The vibrating lowers and I praise, “Good girl. Now slide your free hand up to your throat. Squeeze gently. Feel where your thumb is?”
“Mmhmm,” she whimpers.
“That’s where I’m marking you when you’re here.” Unable to resist a moment longer, I swipe the precum around the tip before gliding my hand down my painfully hard cock. “I don’t give a fuck who sees, I want the whole world to know you’re mine, Livy.” Her breathy moans have me stroking faster. “You love when I leave pretty little bruises on you, don’t you? Want me to claim every inch of you with my mouth.”
“Yes.”
“Want to try that again?”
“Yes, please,” she teases, and I pause, waiting for her correction. She lightly licks her lips and sighs sweetly, “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s my good girl. Fuck, I miss watching my cum slide down your legs, pressing it back in with my tongue, while you beg me to fill you again. Turn up your vibrator, just two settings, then slide it lower to your dripping cunt, coating it, imagining it’s my mouth.”
She cries out, her breath ragged. With the memory of her riding my face still fresh in my mind, I keep a firm grip as I continue fisting my cock, but keep a slower pace until she comes first. I’ve always been obsessed with Olivia, but when she’s like this—relaxed, submissive, and all fucking mine—I’m beyond addicted.
“You’re doing so well, babygirl. Now drag it back up and press it firmly on your clit. Increase one more setting. Just like that. Imagine how good it’ll feel against your clit while I fuck you slow and deep. Each thrust harder than the last. I know you’re right there… one more setting.”
The sound shifts from a steady vibration to more of a Morse code pulse. “Fuck!”
“What’s wrong?”
Livy frantically adjusts her vibrator, clicking through modes until she finds the one she’s looking for. “I was so close.” She sighs in relief as she finds it.
“It’s okay, baby, build yourself up again. Slow and steady. Don’t force it.”
Briefly biting her lip, she sweetly asks, “Can I see you?” I adjust the phone, propping it onto a pillow for her to watch me stroke myself. “You have such a pretty cock.”
