“Yes.”
“Are you wet?” I don’t wait for her answer. “I bet you are. I bet your clit is all swollen and needy.”
She whimpers, which I take as a yes.
“Circle your clit, Bunny.”
Her eyelids droop slightly.
“That feels good, hmmm? You look even sweeter like this than I expected.” My voice is rough.
I catalogue her every expression as surprise and embarrassment and pleasure wash over her face.
My hand keeps moving without my volition, but all the bliss is from looking at her.
“Oh that’s so lovely,” I say as she shudders. “Beautiful.”
“Blake,” she whispers.
“Yes. Say my name as you rub your soaking wet pussy.” I lean forwards, intent on the small image of her on the phone.
The micro-twitches of her face as she pleasures herself are perfect.
“This would be even better in person, Bunny. My hand in your hair. My lips at your throat.”
“I…” She pants and writhes.
“That’s it, my good girl. Let it go. Come for me.”
She keens, and her eyes shut.
“Blake,” she chokes out, and her face creases as her orgasm takes her.
My name. She said my name.
I come, the orgasm exploding up from my balls. I only just manage to get my palm over the head to catch the ream after ream of come. It’s excessive. It makes me light-headed.
All I can do is stare at her on the screen. The pleasure judders down my limbs, but the longing has me weak. This was wonderful, and a thin shadow of being with her fully.
It takes a few seconds before my brain works.
“Oh god, that was so hot,” she says, almost to herself.
“The next will be even better.” I smirk, despite being relaxed to the point of bonelessness by my orgasm. The second with her in two days.
I’d like the third to be inside her.
The thought should rock me. I’m old enough to be her dad. But I’ve long since given myself over to being an immoral bastard. She might be young and innocent, and far too sweet for me, but I’m beyond caring.
“You are so hot, that’s actually what’s going on here.”
She half-laughs. “You’re a sweet liar.”
“You think that? Let me show you that it’s the truth. In person.”
“I can’t.” She shakes her head, but it’s reluctant.
“Why not? We’re good together.”
