“Fuck.” I sigh. “Look at me,” I tell her, and her blue eyes focus on me.
“You want me to fuck myself with this brush handle, Luca. Hard and fast, like I want you to fuck me,” she moans out, coming out more like a whine. My eyes widen when she flips the brush over to the hard, square, burgundy plastic and slaps her splayed open pussy. It’s loud and fuck, I’m about to come. Repeatedly, she slaps her pussy with it, moaning and wincing from the pain she’s inflicting on herself…all for me. “You don’t have to be soft with me. I need you to be rough, loving, but rough. Because it’s you, Luca. I trust with my very being.” She slaps her clit.
“Fuck, Rowan.” I watching her pretty pussy blossom crimson from the hits she just gave it, turning me on even more. My hand strangles my cock, wishing it was her tight pussy clamped around it.
In a smooth motion, she switches the brush around so now she’s holding the square plastic before she runs the circular brush handle down her clit to her opening, watching me the whole time.
“Oh, my God,” she mewls out as she enters herself. Her back is coming off the mattress. “Like this, Luca?”
“Yes, baby, just like that,” I praise her as she fuck's herself faster, stroking my dick. My ears fill with the sound of her wetness each time she pulls the handle out and sinks back into herself. Her body shakes with each thrust of the handle. Her pussy takes it so easily. She sinks it in deeper, to where only the square brush hangs out of her pussy fucking herself so beautifully with it. So deep. She’s perfect. Her tits bounce from the force of her thrusting. Hard and unapologetic. Rowan’s other hand glides up to her bouncing breast, pulling her nipple, stretching and twisting it.
Biting my lip, I’m trying to hold off my orgasm so I can soak in this moment of pure magic. I’m entranced by her. Her willingness to please me. Her devotion to my words and the way her face transforms with pleasure.
For a split second, I look to the mirror in front of me, seeing myself as she sees me on the other side of her phone, swollen, tattooed body, beard disheveled, hair wet, and in love with a woman who can undo me without even trying.
“I’m going to come, baby,” she says so seductively, I wish I could have recorded those words.
“Not yet,” I plead with her.
Her mouth falls open, her pink little tongue peeking out, wetting her lips dried out from her panting. “You enjoy seeing me fucking myself for you, Luca?” she wails out to me, her words clipped. I watch her, hypnotized, as she brings the handle out of her pussy, slamming it back in over and over. Her legs spread as wide as they can open. She pulls the handle all the way out,showing me her dripping wetness. My eyes half-mast from the pressure on my dick and watching her. She brings it to her mouth, opening wide and sucking it clean.
“Fuck,” I whimper with need.
“If only you could taste it,” she says while she trails it down her body, leaving a river of wetness behind on her skin. Needing no prep, she slams the handle back into her wet pussy. “Oh, God,” she worships out loud. Fucking herself faster and harder than before, if even possible. Showing me I don’t need to be easy with her. Telling me, through her movements, what she needs from me. Pure, raw sex.
Groaning, my balls draw up. “Come with me,” I beg her. My grip becomes tighter around my dick. My hand moves faster.
She pushes her body more up on the headboard, to where she’s now sitting, fixing the phone to give me a better look at what she’s doing, as she pulls the handle back out and pops her clit with it, trailing down, entering her pussy once more. Her free hand grabs the headboard, holding on as she fucks herself. She screams my name; it’s pure music. Rowan’s hand keeps up the tempo, with each pull of the handle, the sounds from her pussy become louder, knowing she’s coming right along with me, “I love you,” she sings to me before she slows her pounding. My hand speeds up, the sensation becoming too much, and I cum, shooting it on the towel below me, catching every drop I pump out.
She pulls the handle out of her. Her juices linger on it, dripping down her thigh and onto the bed sheet. Wishing I could lick it off her, cleaning up her mess.
We both pant heavily, sated, just staring at the other through the camera.
When in the silence, her giggle breaks the void. “Holy shit.” She sits up higher, pulling her nightshirt to her body, covering up her tits.
“Don’t. I want to see them.”
She downcast her eyes and let the silk fabric fall away. “I hope I didn’t wake the dead.” A cocky smile upturns her face.
“Baby, if I was dead in my coffin, that cinematics you just put on would have woken me right up.” I keep watch of her while I wipe my dick off, hastily pulling on my basketball shorts from the hamper.
“Don’t you dare. Put on some clean ones.”
I laugh and nod at her. “Yes, ma’am.” Throwing over my shoulder, going to the closet, pulling out a clean pair. Tucking my dick in, I saunter back to the phone. “I’m coming tomorrow.”
She bends closer to the phone, her tits swaying heavily. “Yeah? Why?” Worry marks her face.
My eyes watch them. “Because I want to be where you are,” I tell her honestly. “And we need to talk.”
I blow out a breath. “Okay.” Yawning, “I love you, Luca.”
“I love you too, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I push the red end button, cutting off our FaceTime. A smile marring my face, knowing I’ll forever have those images seared into my memory.
Leaning on the vanity, I look at my face, seeing the slight crow's lines forming around my eyes, hoping I’ll be able to see them fully take over my face, one day. I’ve learned from
This life, getting old, is a privilege that many don’t get to have.
