Well, fuck. I don’t know. I hadn’t thought of that. It just has to be Juju.
Aw. You guys are so sweet. I love how close you all are.
I’m missing everyone pretty bad. You, the most. This last stretch has been the hardest.
For me too.
What are you wearing?
Your hoodie and nothing else.
Fuck. Send proof.
I do. The flash makes my thighs look pale, the hem of his sweatshirt barely covering what he wants to see.
How the hell am I going to survive two more weeks?
Let me see your sweet face.
I snap a selfie and sendit.
Let’s see you.
He sends one of him with a goofy smile. It makes me smile.
He FaceTimes, and I pick it up, my mood lighter just seeing his face.
“There you are,” he says. “You doing okay?”
“I think so. Had a rough day at work.”
“Aw, really? Want to tell me about it?”
“Not tonight. Tonight I just want to look at you.”
He smiles and leans back on his headboard. His chest is bare. “You can look all you want.”
“Are you wearing anything?”
He shows me his black boxer briefs. My mouth waters just seeing that much.
“Why don’t you lift that hoodie and touch yourself for me,” he says. “Slow. Like it’s my hand.”
I put the phone on the little stand he sent and he sets his on his stand. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I slowly lift the hoodie and lower my hand between my legs.
“Two weeks and I’m not letting you out of bed for the first forty-eight hours,” he says.
“I’m counting the seconds.”
“Now, be a good girl and dip that middle finger inside. That’s it. Get it nice and wet and then rub it all over that clit. Mmm, yes, just like that.”
He pulls his dick out of his briefs and gives it a nice, long stroke.
“You feel so good,” he says.
“So do you. I want to be that hand, gripping you so tight.”
“I want it to be you too. This is you,” he says. “All you. Dahlia, I want to taste you so bad, while my fingers sink in so deep.”
