“How many women have you done this with?”
“Just you. Come on, torture me a little. You know you want to.”
I pull the blanket off. “How is it torture for us to have video sex?”
He smiles, and that fucking smile and those motherfucking dimples. Damn him for being so good-looking and charming. “I can’t touch you. I can’t smell you. I can’t taste you. That’s torture. Watching you pleasure yourself when I can’t be there to do it myself is agony.”
“You’re way too into me.”
He tilts his head. “Baby, my obsession with you has its own definition because the current one doesn’t do me justice. Come on. Torture me. Make me hurt with how badly I need to fuck you.”
After the day I’ve had, I could use a good orgasm. Fuck it.
I sit up and open the white box, pull out the long wand, and hold it in my hand. It’s decently weighted, and just looking at it is already making me wet.
“Take off your shirt and panties,” he demands.
I shiver, biting into my lip to cut the tension. “Sit and watch.” I prop the phone up against the bedside lamp and remove my clothes, then set them at the foot of the bed.
A deep groan echoes through the phone, and I lie back, holding the wand in my hand and touching my breasts.
“Fuck, mia stella, you are exquisite. Turn it on.”
A thrill runs through me. I want to do this for me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to do it for him too. I want him to watch me. I want him panting and begging and touching himself because he’s so turned on and wild with the thought of me that he has no choice.
It’s why I peek over at him on the screen, and he doesn’t disappoint.
Jaw locked tight. Blue eyes nearly black and afire with uncontained lust.
I lick my lips and continue to touch myself while looking at him. I can’t pull myself away. His intensityholds me captive. I’m a slave to him, but this time a willing one.
“Turn it on.”
I gulp as a bubble of nerves hits me.
He must read it because he says, “Don’t worry. You’ll like it. Go on the lightest setting to start. I’ve got you.”
My eyes close. It’s what he said to me the night he took my virginity. He had me then, and he has me now. I trust him with this, and so I turn on the vibrator. It makes a buzzing sound and pulses against my hand.
“Yeah. That’s it. Start touching yourself with it.”
“Where?” I ask softly.
He growls. “Fuck, I love that you just asked me. Run it over those sweet tits for me. I want to see how hard we can get your nipples. How good it feels when they’re stimulated just right.”
It tickles at first touch but immediately turns pleasurable. The vibrations hum along my skin, making my breasts feel fuller and heavier. My nipples get impossibly hard, and the moment I touch the vibrator to them, a moan hits the air.
“Does that feel good?”
I nod, my eyes closing and my back arching. “So good. Oh god. How does it feel this good? It’s not even on my pussy yet.”
“Christ, you’re making me sweat.”
I glance at the screen. “Are you jerking off?”
He nods. “Starting to.”
“Can I see it?”
