“Now position your phone somewhere so I can see you. I didn’t video call to stare at your sheets.”
I lift onto my elbow and place the phone on my bedside table with a trembling hand.
“That’s better.” He smiles at me, seeming satisfied with the landscape view I’ve given him of me lying on my bed.
“Spread your legs for me, pumpkin.” His order is low, steady, like he knows I’ll obey.
I whimper, shifting under the duvet, my pyjama shorts dragging against my flesh that’s suddenly too sensitive and hot to touch.
“That’s it,” he praises softly, like he can see what’s under the sheets. “Now slip your hand under. Don’t touch yourself yet—just rest your palm there. Feel how hot you are for me.”
My hand trembles as I obey, the heat of my body shocking against my fingers. “Drake…”
He groans, rough and hungry. “I can hear it in your voice. You’re soaked, aren’t you? All from one kiss and a phone call.”
“Yes.” The word slips out before I can stop it.
“Good girl.” The way he praises me like gravel wrapped in silk shoots straight to my core. “Now… circle with your fingers. Pretend it’s my tongue. I want to hear you, Ember. Don’t hold back from me.”
I bite my lip, arching against my own touch.
His breathing is heavy. “That’s it, Em. Let me make you come with nothing but my voice.”
My breath stutters, heat blooming, every nerve standing to attention.
“Now dip your fingers into your dripping pussy. I want you to show me how wet you are. I want to see all that sweetness.”
I obey, my fingers slipping inside with ease. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t think about that now. Not when this dragon of a man is controlling my every move, possessing me, demanding my orgasm.
“Show me.”
I’d forgotten his request, getting carried away with the sensations of touching myself. I lift my hand from under the duvet and show him the slickness coating my fingers.
He groans. “Undo your buttons, Em. Let me see you circle your nipple with those slippery fingers. Imagine it’s my tongue.”
I shock myself as I unbutton my pyjama top. Each pop of a button, I let out a ragged breath.
His eyes widen as he takes me in, his face close to the screen. “You’re fucking beautiful, Em. So beautiful.”
His words make me want to show him more, so I push the duvet down farther, and kick it to my knees.
“Imagine I’m there, running my hands over every curve of your body.”
I close my eyes for a moment and imagine it all, the rasp of his breath at the nape of my neck, the way his hands would know every hill and hollow of me. I run my slippery finger around my nipple where he asks, and a shiver rolls through me that’s all his.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Let go a little, Ember. Tonight, only for me. I want to hear your pleasure.” His hand disappears under his duvet and bobs under the sheets.
“Are you…” My mouth parts with short and ragged panting breaths.
“Yeah. You make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, Em.” His voice is raspy as if he’s as turned on as I am. “Slip your hand back into your shorts. I want to hear how wet you are. I want to see the pleasure on your face.”
He might not be here, but I feel his heat all around me. I whimper as my hand trails over my round stomach and slips under the waistband. The sounds I make are small and honest, and the phone catches them like a secret.
“Good girl. You’re my good little pumpkin.” His voice trembles, his movements under his duvet swifter.
“Show me, Drake. I want to see you.”
His lips lift at one corner. “Ladies first.”
