Let’s call it curious. I like thinking about us together.
What are you doing right now?
Laying in bed…all alone.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Nate snaps from beside me, looking down as my hand adjusts myself.
“Fuck off,” I grumble, ignoring him.
Trust me. Tonight will be misery without you.
So you’re alone…
Yes.
Suddenly, I’m in her bedroom with her.
Her raspy voice breathes out a yes, and even though I’m not actually there, I can hear it like I’m right next to her in bed.
I envision her lying down, her dark hair splayed out on her pillow, her plump lips parted, while her breath comes out quickly like it does whenever she’s turned on. Her long, thick lashes flutter as her big, brown, willing eyes stare back at me, begging me to touch her.
But I’m not there.
And besides me, there is only one other person that can touch my pussy…
Jules, baby. Touch yourself. Tell me if you’re wet.
H…
Do it. Now.
Okay. But, H… I’m talking to you. Even without hearing your voice, I already know I’m wet.
Fuck.
Do you want to play, beautiful?
Play?
God, her innocence gets me every time.
“Daddy?”
Shit.“Yes, angel?” I throw my phone down guiltily as if suddenly Claud had x-ray vision to see through the back of my phone.
“What’s for dinner?”
I chuckle. “Why are you hungry?”
She brushes her wet, long, dark hair away from her face for me to see her wide smile. “Yes, starving.”
“Uncle Seb is going to barbecue. Why don’t you tell him to hurry up with his work and grab yourself a snack for now? I cut up some fruit for you in the fridge, and Willa sent over a loafof your favorite banana bread.” Her eyes widen with excitement, not for the fruit but at the prospect of having a cheeseburger, then she takes off running toward the house. “Dry off before you go in the house, Claudina!” I yell after her, probably too late.
H… I’m waiting. Not so patiently.
Tonight, Juliette, when I FaceTime you, I want you naked, on your back, legs spread open and ready.
I put my phone away, smiling, thinking of her shocked face.
