Layla: Me, too.
Gabe: Trust me?
Layla: Yes.
Incoming FaceTime from Gabe…
“Hey there, handsome.” Gabe appears on the screen and gives me a panty-melting smile. He’s shirtless and leaning back against the headboard, a mountain of pillows behind him. He’s looking mighty fine. Meanwhile, I’m reclining in the tub, my body submerged under the bubble-covered surface.
“Layla,” he says, his voice a tiny bit strained. “Trust me?” he asks once more.
I nod.
“Lower the camera and show me those gorgeous curves.”
Leaning forward, my breasts swaying, I pull the lever and let some water out of the tub, effectively showing off my breasts and my hard nipples. In fact, the water is so low, that if I tilt my phone even more, he’d be able to see between my legs, the water barely covering me now.
He breathes heavily, then says, “Touch yourself.”
Fire flashes in my eyes. Propping up my phone, I play with my nipples, which are now hard as diamonds. As I tweak and play with them, moisture gathers between my legs, and I can’t help but moan as my clit starts to throb.
“Now lower,” Gabe growls, his eyes hooded with lust. “Play with that pretty pussy.”
Just hearing him say that has my legs falling open, my pussy slick. Running a finger through my folds, my slickness coats my fingers. I’m so turned on right now, my clit is now begging for attention, throbbing so fiercely that if Gabe were here, I’d explode from just one touch from him.
“Let me see, Layla,” he says, his voice low and growly, his arm moving in and out of the screen. I can tell he’s just as turned on as I am and he’s decided to follow along from his hotel room.
Stopping momentarily, I reposition my phone, so he can see what I’m doing. There’s still a little bit of water in the tub, and every time I touch myself, it sloshes quietly. Back on the task at hand, I place my slick fingers over my clit and rub.
“That’s a good girl. Rub your clit.”
I rub it until I’m about to climax. Then his next words stop me. “Use your fingers to fuck yourself, pretending that it’s me.”
Closing my eyes, I push two fingers inside and oh, god, I’m so close to orgasm. Working my fingers in and out, I bring myself to the peak. Almost there, I press the pad of my thumb against my clit and BOOM, I detonate. My legs spasm as my pussy gushes from my release. “Gabe!” I wail, my pussy clamping down on my fingers, my climax running through me.
Blood is rushing through my head, but I’m still able to hear Gabe on the screen, pleasuring himself. Flicking my eyes open, I focus on my phone. And just as he grunts, his eyes squeeze close. “Layla!” he groans, panting, his abs clenching with his release. And not two seconds later, I see a squirt of cum erupt from the head of his dick, dripping from between his fingers. God, the man is sexy. Especially when he orgasms.
Once we each catch our breath, we finally gain the ability to speak.
“Fuck, woman. That was…”
“Hot.”
“Scorching,” Gabe says as he wipes himself clean with a towel.
I nod. I feel boneless. The perfect way to end the night.
“Layla?”
“Hmmm?”
“Take me to bed with you.”
I smile as I stand up, my legs wobbly. Grabbing a towel, I wrap myself up and head to bed, taking Gabe with me.
“Is it too soon to say I miss you?”
“No,” I whisper. “I miss you, too.” And with those words, I drift to sleep.
