That intrigues me, the idea of whatever lies in this box making Leo so eager, so I move back to the bow, tugging at the ends and watching the fine ribbon fall to the sides. My pulse pounds with excitement as I open the lid and look inside, then gasp at what I see.
It’s…a sex toy.
Not a simple vibrator, either. A fucking dildo lies in the box, in a box of its own. Ribbed for her pleasure, the box reads, alongside a ridiculously lifelike photo of a fake dick. Delicately, I take it out and inspect each side with curiosity. My phone rings beside me, and when I glance at it, Leo’s name flashes there.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask, answering without any introduction.
“Did you open it?” There’s a clear grin in his words, and despite the absurdity of the situation, I find it to be contagious.
“Did you get me a sex toy?”
“I can’t touch you right now, Willa, even if it’s all I want to do. But we’re going to find workarounds. I know how much you like it when I talk you through it.” A warm roll of pleasure moves through my body, and my voice catches in my throat.
“I—”
“Open the box, clean it off, then get your laptop and transfer this call to it,” he continues. My eyes remain fixed on the toy in its brand-new box.
“My laptop?” My brain is muddled now, unable to piece things together.
“Just do what I asked, honey,” he says, voice low now, almost a whisper. Without even thinking, I shift, cradling my phone between my ear and shoulder, then begin unboxing the toy until it’s in my hand.
“It’s kind of heavy,” I muse, standing and taking it to the bathroom. His deep laugh fills my ear.
“I didn’t buy the cheap one.”
“Only the best for America’s Sweetheart,” I say as I wash it in the sink, then dry it off before slowly padding towards the bedroom once more. My pulse is picking up, nerves and adrenaline rushing through me.
“Exactly. I can’t wait to watch you take it,” he murmurs, and my hands hesitate as I unlock and open my computer.
“Watch?”
“Transfer the call, honey.” His voice is smooth and easy, and I start to understand. My breathing quickens as he speaks, but I do as he asks, switching the FaceTime call seamlessly to my laptop. I set it on the bed, and my heart aches when a rumpled-looking Leo sitting in his own bed—our bed—without a shirt on fills the screen.
“You look beautiful,” he murmurs. I step back, giving him a full view of the tight black dress I’m wearing, and I twirl a bit to show him the 360. “Jackie picked it out. Kind of boring, but even I have to admit I look hot as hell in it.”
“Yeah, you do,” he agrees. “Now take it off.”
My sass piques, my eyebrow lifting as I look at him.
“Excuse me?”
“Undress, Willa. Now.” The teasing is out of his voice, and the firm, hot Leo is in his place, making my pulse jump. My tongue darts out to wet my lips before, without further argument, I move my hand behind me and start to tug at thezipper. Leo’s eyes are locked on me through the screen as I slowly reveal inches of skin to him. When I’m finally standing in just my bra and underwear, my shoes already kicked off, he tips his chin.
“Now the bra.” I grin.
“Bossy, aren’t you?”
“You like me, bossy, Willa. Now do as I say and take off your bra. Underwear, too,” he instructs.
I undo the clasp of my bra, and his lips part as the bra slides down my arms, revealing my breasts, nipples hard. I’m already turned on, and the reality of what we’re about to do suddenly becomes crystal clear. He mentioned this, that calls and cameras existed to bridge the gap while we were separated, but I guess I hadn’t really thought it would bethisfast.
And with the way he’s looking at me as I slide my underwear down and then stand before the camera naked, I am more than happy with this sequence of events.
“On the bed, Will. In front of the laptop.” My pulse pounds as I follow his instructions, sitting before the camera and tucking my feet beneath me. On the screen, he shifts the blankets down, revealing his already hard cock.
“Oh,” I whisper, eyes wide and locked on his hand as he wraps thick fingers around himself and strokes.
“Cup your breasts,” he murmurs, voice low. “Roll the nipples for me.” Eagerly, I do as he asks, cupping a breast in each hand and letting out a breathy sound when I use my thumb and forefinger on each nipple, rolling and tugging a bit.
