Chapter 15 Harry
Harry
Spread those legs properly. Come on, I know what you’re like.
Igroaned, caught out so easily.
I relaxed, letting all my weight be carried by the headboard as I jutted my hips up. I’d had my ankles pulled up to my ass as I lay on my back, but I liked taking my time with these things.
Pushing my heels forwards, I spread them as far as I could.
I want you to cup your balls. Don’t come yet. Not until I tell you.
I bit my lip as I followed Molly’s instructions. It was so much easier like this, letting her be in charge, not feeling like I had to know everything. I could just read as I played with my cock, enjoying the feather-light touches along my shaft to draw myself out.
She must have found her phone when she landed, and I was surprised this was what she wanted to do after such a long journey.
I was already so close, but I liked how much effort it took to hold myself back.
She had never talked to me like that during sex before. She definitely told me what she wanted, even expected, but the pressure was always on me to take the lead. Was there ever a time she actually gave me orders?
Releasing my nipple, my hand drifted down past the curve of my hip to tuck past my cock, over my pubes, and clutch my heavy balls. I groaned at the weight of them as I massaged myself, gripping the base of my cock until my phone went off again.
How are you feeling?
I let out a choked laugh, thinking how I could possibly describe it in a simple text. It wasn’t just how good it felt; it was the hope that came with it.
Because I felt closer to her now than I had in a year.
She was physically far away, but it was as if she were there with me, guiding me, showing me what she wanted and needed by actually saying it instead of assuming I knew.
There was no pressure, no flashes of annoyance, nothing that took away the mood or energy of the moment.
Maybe it was because we weren’t actually talking, and we had time to think about what we wanted to say.
It was exactly how we used to be during our first year together. Open and receptive and willing to be patient and learn about each other. It was so different from how she normally was that it was like we had turned back three years to the time when we first fell in love.
Squeezing my balls, I tugged on the skin, finding that sharp bite I liked, pushing myself to the brink of pain.
I let go of my cock, reached for the phone and texted back.
I’m close to the edge. You?
I wanted to be better at this. More sexy, make it sound romantic rather than practical, but it didn’t seem to put her off.
I’m so ready. I’m aching for you.
I want you to fuck me hard. Don’t hold back. Take me how you want me.
I want to come with your thick cock inside me.
I bit my lip as another wave of heat took me. I rolled my hips, pushing myself hard into my hand, gripping my cock tightly. Just how I liked it.
I closed my eyes, trying to picture her and get to a place where I could see her face. But, even though I felt warmth, closeness, and the things I had felt when we first fell in love, I couldn’t see her.
The darkness behind my eyes simply heightened my feelings, and I could just enjoy myself. The way I was free from judgement, both from myself and from her.
What do you think? Can you come so hard inside me that I’m dripping when you pull out?
“Shit,” I whimpered, looking down at my cock. I rubbed my thumb over my slit as I jerked my hips upwards. Precum smeared over the head, and I kept my hand still, pressing my heels into the bed as I rocked into it.
I loved doing this, using my whole body to fuck. I only did it when I was masturbating because I felt like it annoyed her somehow. Was our distance because of that as well?
It had been too long since Molly and I had had sex. No time for it, and no desire, though that could be my imagination.
I gasped, the wide stretch of my thighs burning as I released my balls. Reaching for the phone, I moaned as I clutched my shaft and sped up my strokes.
There was no way to text and move without falling over, so I let go of my cock.
I left prints on the screen from the sweat on my hands.
Let me fuck you. I want to hear you call my name.
Can you hear me? That’s me moaning for you.
I’ve got my fingers inside myself, but they’ll never be as good as your cock.
My eyes fluttered, swallowing heavily before I typed.
Do you want to feel me inside you? Do you want me to come?
Not yet. You’d said you’d wait for me.
I blew out a breath, my stomach shaking at her reply. My legs shook as I thrust frantically as I chased the feeling. It was building, my cock and balls sparking with pleasure. I tried to draw it out, tease myself just how I liked it, but my need to come was taking me over.
My shoulders against the headboard for support, I thrust until the only noises in the room were the moans dropping from my lips, and the dirty echo of my hand clenching my aching cock.
“Oh, God. I wish you could hear me,” I said into the empty room, feeling a different kind of release. “I wish you weren’t so far away,” I choked out.
I loved talking when I stroked myself, but I always felt so exposed anytime I did it with someone else. But I could say anything I wanted in the quiet of my room. There was so much freedom when it was just me and the feeling of her.
More texts came through, but the contents completely threw me off.
I was thinking…
How would you feel if I licked your asshole?
My eyes widened. I stilled, my breathing harsh as all the air had vanished from the room. My awareness swept below downwards, my thighs shifting as my ass twitched.
It’s been on my mind, you know? Imagining you on all fours, spread out for me, my tongue buried in your ass.
How does that sound?
The feeling hit me, like I remembered it rather than imagined it.
It pounded in time with my nervous heart, blood rushing through me as heat burned my skin.
Everything was too small and large at the same time.
The room swamped me; my skin too tight, the simple image the words conjured in me flooding me with heat.
Do you want to try it, Harry?
Do you want to see what it would feel like if I licked your ass until you came?
“Oh God,” I said with a hushed breath, staring at the text.
Time ticked by before my phone pinged again.
Well?
I sat there, panting, wondering if this was too far. But I wanted it, and I wanted to feel close to her.
I bit my lip, reaching for the phone to type out my reply.
Yes. What do you need me to do?
Well, first of all, I don’t want you distracted by all this typing.
She quickly showed me how to turn my phone to speech-to-text, and my hands were suddenly free.
I leant over my bedside table, pulling a short pile of books next to the lamp closer to prop my phone up against them.
There was the slightest stab of guilt, as a number of the books were precious to me, such as gifts from family members and other people I respected.
I doubted their authors would appreciate me using their life’s work to get off, but needs must.
I twisted to pull open the drawer, swiping a small bottle of lube, trembling as I shot a look at the phone.
We were really doing it, and it meant she wanted to be together, after all.
I rested back against the headboard, my cock hot in my palm as I ran my hand along the shaft, relaxing into my light touch.
Flicking the bottle open with my thumb, I pulled in my stomach, released my cock and squeezed out a decent portion onto my hand.
I licked my lips in anticipation, even though nerves tremored inside me as well.
My hips lowered as I dropped the bottle down beside me, relishing the cool feel of the gel as I wrapped my hand back around my cock and sighed.
I flicked another look at the phone just as it pinged again. The message flashed up straight away in the chat, and I had no problem looking at it. All I needed to do was turn my head.
You must look so fucking gorgeous like this. I’m already planning on burying my head between your thighs.
Then I’d pull your cock towards me, letting you see how hungry I am for you by kissing my way down your shaft.
I pulled my lips between my teeth, my heart pulsing as I followed the path with my hand.
Still teasing myself, I moved between sharp tugs and soft massages, swapping from one to the other before I cupped all of myself and squeezed.
What would you do then?
I think you know what I would do. Do you want me to tell you?
Yes, tell me. I want to know everything running through your mind.
I gave my cock one long brush from base to tip. I imagined how it would be if someone were actually talking to me, and how I would respond.
I’d want to make sure you were watching me as my tongue traced down your seam. And you’d moan for me the moment I touched your tight hole.