Sydney loved the idea of Reese watching her, of Sydney pushing things between them. Not that Reese was any slouch in the bedroom, but she tended to be a little more reserved, letting Sydney generally lead where things would go.
But right now, she wanted Reese to want her. To miss her with the same hollowness that Sydney felt in her own stomach. That type of feeling where the more she drank, the thirstier she became.
She wanted Reese to feelthat.
She wanted to be the one to fill, to quench, to send Reese into oblivion.
And if she couldn’t be there with her in person, this was the next best thing.
“I’ll undo another button for each thing you tell me you like about our sex life.” The way Reese, in frame, stilled for long seconds, made Sydney wonder if the screen was frozen.
“Okay,” Reese finally said, the single word breathy and wanting.
Sydney felt the agreement in her center, her clit already starting to throb as Reese looked at her hungrily.
“So tell me,” she said, toying with the button but not releasing it.
She was mesmerized by Reese’s face in frame, how the phone wobbled unsteadily as she maneuvered it into a different position.
“I love when you tell me what you want. Whether it’s to wrap my leg around you to get more friction or to pump into you harder. I never thought I’d like taking direction so much.”
Sydney could feel the ghost of Reese’s long fingers with her words, how they filled her so perfectly. Her center clenched, but there was nothing for her to wrap around, her body begging for release it couldn’t find.
“Where’s my button?” Reese asked, her deep brown eyes fixated on Sydney’s fingers.
Sydney, as promised, flicked the button open, revealing another few inches of her lean stomach. She touched lightly against her own skin, hot and tight with need. “I was just thinking about exactly what you described. Got me a little distracted.”
“It’s all about focus, King.” Reese lifted her eyebrow in a deliciously teasing way, and Sydney wished more than anything that she could touch Reese right now.
“You’re so right,” Sydney responded, the arousal clear in Reese’s gaze as her focus dipped down to Sydney’s exposed skin and the next button, which was preventing her from seeing more. “Two more buttons.”
Reese didn’t disappoint, and that made her all the more turned on.
“I love how responsive your body is. How you’re always ready. How easy it is to make you shake or moan or pant.” Sydney watched, transfixed, as Reese’s fingers, which had been touching her lips, dipped out of the camera’s view.
“Are you touching yourself?” Sydney rasped, her fingers deftly undoing the button and sliding farther down her own skin, stopping near the last button, which rested at the hem of her underwear.
“Yes,” Reese gasped quietly, the air around Sydney electrifying.
Sydney moved quickly from where she stood over to the bed, where she lay on top of the sheet, comforter already folded down. She was on fire, and without any barrier, it was easier for her to spread her hips wide, legs splayed outward.
It was lewd and sexy and she loved the feeling of how her muscles pulled where her hips met her thighs, her body jerking forward in response as she tried to find friction, anything to grind against for relief.
“One more,” Sydney panted, wishing desperately to touch her own clit right now, to ease a finger inside and fill some of the need building deep within.
“I love when you fuck me from behind.”
That was all Sydney could handle, and she quickly undid her last button, fingers disappearing underneath her waistband.
Reese looked so good, lips parted and her face flushed, and Sydney could imagine how she worked into herself, still wishing desperately she could feel the wetness from Reese on her own fingers.
Her whole body ached as she rubbed at her own clit, already moving in insistent circles to get some relief.
She couldn’t think, couldn’t really speak. All she could do was feel, her hips bowing out impossibly wider as she eased two fingers inside, beginningto pump.
“Baby,” she said, missing the sound of Reese’s voice desperately. “Please.”
Reese’s own voice sounded strangled, her breathing starting to come out at erratic intervals. “How you reach your long arms around me, holding me tightly against you. I love how encompassing it feels. Like you’re going to send me spinning but keep me anchored while you do.”
