Page 56 of Worth the Fight

She moans at that, her eyes falling shut.

“And once you're dripping for me, I’d bury my head between those legs, lick up every drop you could give me. I’d fucking live between your thighs, Mags. Your perfect long legs, wrapped around my head.”

Her hand moves faster now, eyes fluttering and her chest heaves.

“Or maybe I’d watch you just like this, touching yourself. I could watch you fuck one of those toys we bought back in the day, or maybe I’ll bring a new one.”

Her eyes flick open at that, and a dirty smile crosses her face. Then she’s reaching over, and I can hear her rusting through a drawer. When she comes back into view, she waves a purple dildo in front of the camera, one I recognize from years ago. I let out a laugh. “You still have that thing?”

She smiles, offering me a full view of the purple sparkly sex toy we bought together when we were eighteen. It was the summer before we had to part, and we knew that we’d get lonely, so we drove all the way into the city to a sex shop to buy something for her. We skipped every small-town toy store from here to Des Moines because we were so freaked that someone we knew would see us.

I spotted that one on the shelf, and she reached for it the same time I did. It was our joke that it was the same size as me, so she could close her eyes and pretend I was there with her.

“Why would I ever get rid of old faithful?” she teases. And when she flicks a button on the bottom, a soft hum filters through the phone. I tighten my grip, knowing I might come the second she starts using it.

A ragged “baby” leaves my lips, and she glues her eyes to mine. “Well, go on,” I usher, “show me how you like it.”

She brings the toy to her lips, letting her bottom one pop open just a smidge before her tongue darts out, ready to take the toy past her lips.

She moans, getting her toy wet and ready for herself, and I nearly scold her, knowing I won’t be lasting much longer.

“Show me, Mags. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to be in that room right now.”

She slides the tip of the wet vibrator down her chest, between her nipples, and I watch the glistening trail the entire way. Refusing to blink. Refusing to have another thought so I don’t miss one goddamn second of her.

My eyes flick from her face to her pussy when the toy reaches it, and I don’t know what I want to see more—the moment she pushes it into her soft body, or the way I know her eyes will flutter shut. Her bottom lip will pop open, and a soft moan will escape her. It was always my favorite part of sex, right at the beginning, how she’d react to my body filling her.

Just as I had hoped, she gently nudges the tip of the toy inside of her, and my eyes flick to her face just in time to see her lids flutter shut. Her head tilts back, pressing into the pillow, and her chest heaves, nipples hard and pointed.

“Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it?” I rasp, the hand that’s gripping my cock almost fumbling because I'm so turned on.

“Almost as good as the real thing,” she teases, her eyes fluttering open to catch mine. Her gaze flicks down to my hand, and I can see her suck in a breath, so I slow my pace, my hand stroking my cock to the same rhythm she’s pumping the toy in and out.

We stare off, taking in one another, as nothing more needs to be said. I wish I could hear her moans over the spray of the shower, but I’d risk letting the rest of the house hear what we’re doing, and that’s not an option.

I need to get my house finished. If there was ever any motivation I needed to get moved out of here, it’d be so I could turn the volume all the way up and listen to every gasp and moan that leaves her pretty mouth. It’d be so one day, I can fuck her in our home so hard the bed frame rattles against the wall.

“Whatcha thinking, cowboy?”

“Thinking about all the ways I want to fuck you.”

“Mmmm.” She licks her lips, eyes falling shut again. She arches her hips up, dragging the toy in and out of her, letting the tip just about leave her soaked pussy before rolling it back in. “What position is your favorite?”

“All of them,” I grunt. “Every last one. I love when you’re on top, though, when I get to lie there and watch you touch yourself. Or from behind, when your ass bounces with each thrust, and I get to watch my dick disappear inside that tight cunt.”

Precum dips from my cock, rolling over my hand, and I use that wetness to move my hand faster, harder. This might be one of the few times I let myself come before her. It’s been too long, way to fucking long, and I know I can’t hold out much longer.

She shuffles around, and for a second, I wonder what she’s doing. But then she adjusts the camera, and when my vision clears, I get a full view of her ass, of the muscles that make up her toned back and her long blonde hair hanging down the center. She rises to her knees, and the second the purple toy disappears inside of her, I know I only have a few seconds left.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Fuck that toy and tell me how badly you wish it was me.”

She rises on her knees again and drops down, doing just as I command and fucking her toy. It’s fast, rough, and I grit my teeth, hoping to last another few seconds, but it’s useless.

She lets out a long, exaggerated moan, her body slowing for a second, and I know she’s about to come.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, you’re making me so goddamn hard. I’m going to come right now, my perfect girl.”

She twists her head, chin propped on her shoulder, and the second her half-hooded eyes catch mine with her puffy bottom lip pulled between her teeth, it’s over.