My strokes have been lazy, but my fist moves a little faster now.
I want to make it last as long as possible. Until we’re both shaking and crazed
That wet pussy is needy
She is
I like how she feels and tastes, and she smells so fucking good.
She likes you. So much. Swallows you whole and doesn’t let go until you’re drained dry.
Holy shit.
Can IFaceTime you?
Yes
I call her and she answers right away, her face red. She’s leaning against her headboard, wearing a V-neck T-shirt.
“Hi, beautiful.”
Her breath hitches, and she bites her bottom lip.
“Can I see where your hand is?” I ask.
She shows me her hand between her legs, pulling her fingers back enough that I can see the wetness.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Can I see?” she asks.
I turn the phone to my dick, giving it a few long strokes. I think he stands even taller knowing she’s watching. Show-off.
“Are you close?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“So close,” she says, breathless.
“Me too. You’re squeezing around me, so tight, so wet, as we move faster and faster.”
Her head falls back, but her eyes stay on me. “You feel so good, Dylan. You…feel…so…good.” She moans, and I jerk at the sound, a Pavlovian response.
I groan as I come so hard right behind her.
When our breathing slows, her expression is shy. I grin at her, and she smiles back.
“I’m buying stands for our phones tonight. I’ll send you one too. I want to see what you’re doing with that hand.”
Her head falls back as she cracks up. “You are something else.”
“A good something else?”
“The best,” she whispers.
We start talking about our days, talking about work and the funny things Chloe has said. I tell her Bill has been sleeping in her spot ever since she left.
“He used to sleep at my feet before you,” I say.
“Do you think he’s trying to get rid of my scent?”
