“Uh-huh.”
“That’s my good girl. Show me.”
Her lips form a smallo. “Show you?”
“I want to see just how wet you are.”
She hesitates for a moment, long enough that I’m just about to tell her that she doesn’t have to do it, but then she’s inching up my T-shirt, tilting the phone down so I can see the soft juncture of her thighs where damp, blond curls rest. She parts her legs just enough that I can see slick, pink flesh between them, and in an instant, my cock goes from stiff to aching, pre-cum dripping from my tip and wetting the front of my boxer briefs.
“Fuck, Abby. Look at you. You’re fucking soaked for me. Aren’t you.”
“I wish you were here,” she admits quietly, so quietly it feels like a confession.
“Oh, baby,” I groan. “You have no idea what I’d do to you if I was there.”
“Tell me,” she whispers.
“Turn that toy on, and I’ll show you.”
Her hands are trembling slightly when she flicks the button that makes the toy start to hum with vibration, her lips parted asher breathing grows harsh enough for me to hear it through the phone speakers.
“Touch yourself, but don’t put it in yet,” I tell her. “I want you to tease that pretty little pussy for me first.”
“Jesus, Jack.”
Maybe they’re too much, the things I’m saying, but I can’t help it. Something about Abby makes me absolutely feral, and every time seems to be just a little bit better than the last. I’m fuckingaddictedto her, even when I can’t touch her.
The toy disappears from view, and I can tell when it finds its place between her legs. Her mouth opens just a little wider, her lashes fluttering as her wrist works just out of frame.
“Uh-uh,” I practically growl. “I want to see.”
She hesitates again. “Really?”
“Only if you’re okay with it,” I assure her. “I only want what you’re willing to give me.”
She seems to consider it, watching me through the camera lens as I drink in every bit of her my eyes can see. I can tell when she makes the decision, a sort of fire in her eyes that I can almostfeelburning from thousands of miles away. The camera tilts, and then suddenly I feel on fire myself—unable to tear my eyes away from the purple head of the toy slicking its way through her wet folds, lingering at the apex where her clit is hidden away by her blond curls.
“Fuck, that’s it,” I breathe. “Just like that. Does it feel good?”
“It would feel better if you were doing it,” she tells me.
“I know it would. Except I wouldn’t give you a fucking toy. I’d be feeding that tight little cunt my cock.”
I hear her gasp, and then the toy slides downward to tease her entrance, hovering there as if she’s waiting for permission.
“Do you want to fuck yourself with that toy, baby?” I ask, my voice sounding almost hoarse.
“Jack.”
“Put it in,” I tell her, rolling to prop the phone up on the nightstand so I can reach to shove my boxer briefs down and free my aching cock. “I want to see you take it. Want you to imagine that it’s me.”
The camera frame wobbles when she slowly starts to slide the toy inside herself, slightly obstructing my view.
“Wait,” I say suddenly. “I have an idea.”
“Now?” she asks breathlessly, sounding almost irritated to have stopped.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her. “I want to see everything.”
