Chapter 33 #2
“That’s good, baby. And I want to talk to you as I tease myself, is that okay?
I want to turn you on with my words, because I can’t be there in person to do that with my hands and my mouth.
I want to watch you get worked up, and then when you can’t resist a second more, I want to watch you touch yourself.
I want to see you come for me. Can you do that? ”
When she nods, I reward her by pushing my waistband down further, creating a deep shadow. One more push and my cock will be free, but I don’t want to stroke just yet. Not until she’s worked up and desperate.
“Let me tell you what I think about.” I immediately have to take a deep breath as the sweetest filth surges to the front of my mind.
My cock flexes and pulses, seed spilling to the tip, smearing against my underwear as I deny myself direct contact, focusing all my attention on Frankie’s wide-eyed wonder.
“Definitely about how good you taste. I want to get on my knees and eat you out after a long day at work, baby. When you’ve been keeping a sexy secret for me all day, a squirmy little cunt that needs a deep kiss.
And I think about taking you in the shower, too.
Washing every inch of you. Getting you all squeaky clean so you let me tongue every inch of you all over again. Every fucking inch, you hear me?”
Heat grips me by the throat as I stare at the screen, as she nods, both of us locked in to this fantasy.
“Do you ever touch your pretty little asshole?”
She jolts, then nods, hesitantly.
I grin, suddenly drunk on the power of her honesty. “Yeah you do. I touch myself there, too. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She whimpers.
“I’m going to lick your ass until you come for me. And then I’ll climb on top of you and fuck you into tomorrow. I think about that all the time. How perfect you feel wrapped around me. How much I love the sounds you make when I’m inside you.”
I watch her face on the screen, seeing the flush spread across her cheeks, the way her breathing has gone shallow.
“This morning I jerked off thinking about how good it felt to fuck you against that wall in the alley.”
“Oh god,” she breathes.
“I came so fucking fast. Have you been touching yourself since I’ve been gone, Frankie?”
She squeaks, then nods. “I think about your hands. How big they are. How they feel on my skin. And I get so turned on, I have to rub my clit and pretend it’s you.”
Fuck. My hand drops to my cock without conscious thought, palming myself through my sweats. “Do it for me. Rub your clit and imagine it’s me.”
She hesitates for just a moment longer, and then I watch her hand slide down her body, disappearing beneath the frame of the camera.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Let me see what you’re doing.”
She angles the phone down slightly, and I can see her hand moving beneath her leggings. My breath catches.
“I want to see you. Can you be a good girl for me and take off your pants?”
Her breath hitches and her hand stills. Then she moves her phone to her side table. From the angle, I think she’s propped it against her books, and that makes my cock throb, too, that she’s using her fairy smut to give me a better angle at her touching herself.
I watch, transfixed, as she hooks her thumbs into her waistband and bares her legs, taking her panties with the leggings. When her fingers return to her slit, they glisten on contact.
“Fuck, Frankie.” My hand tightens on my cock. “You’re so wet for me already.”
She rubs faster.
My voice takes on a rough note that I can’t soften. “Spread your legs more. I want to see your pretty pussy.” She does, and when I see that first flash of slippery pink skin flashing from behind her fingers, I have to bite back a groan. “That’s it, baby. Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “But not as good as you.” She falters, her fingers still moving. “I want your mouth.”
“Fuck yeah, I’ll lick your sweet little pussy until you’re moaning.” I’m palming myself harder now through my sweats, unable to help it. “Make you come on my tongue, then again on my cock.”
She moans.
“Are you going to come for me now, baby? Show me how good you can be?”
“I need—” She gasps, her hips moving restlessly. “I need more.”
“Use your fingers. Put them inside yourself and imagine they’re mine.”
Her back arches off the bed as she teases herself with just the tip of two fingers, her thumb on her clit. Her whole hand is wet now, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So pure and raw and perfect.
This feels sacred.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her. “Taking those fingers so well. Let your pussy be greedy. Fuck, I wish it was my cock instead. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
“Need to come. Please let me come.”
As if I could ever deny her that. The desperation in her voice nearly breaks me. “Show me how much you miss me, then. Show me how needy your body is for your husband’s touch.”
The sight of her pleasure pushes me right to the edge. She shatters with a cry, her body arching, her thighs trembling. I watch every second of it, grinding the heel of my hand against my still-covered dick, waiting, wanting…
When she collapses back, a boneless puddle of spent woman, I shove my sweats down, my cock springing free, already leaking.
“This is what you do to me. This is how much I miss you.”
“I wish I could taste you,” she says dreamily, and the words send a bolt of heat straight through me.
“Take want my cock in your pretty mouth, wife.”
She rolls over and reaches for the phone, bringing it closer to her face. Bringing to closer so she can watch me stroke as she whispers the sweetest dirty secrets. “I woke up thinking about it this morning.”
I’m stroking myself faster now, unable to slow down. My hand a blur, chasing the promise of her wet tongue, her hungry lips.
“I’d take you so deep,” she continues, gaining confidence, her voice still breathy from her orgasm. “I’d let you fuck my mouth until…”
I finish the thought for her. “Until I come down your throat? Until you swallow every drop?”
“Yes…”
“Touch yourself again,” I command. “I want you to come again.”
“I can’t, I’m too sensitive.” But she’s already shoving her hand between her body and the bed, her breath hitching, her eyes flared wide.
“I’m close,” I warn her, my strokes becoming jerky. “Where do you want me to come?”
“On me,” she gasps. “I want to see it. Want to imagine it on my skin.”
Her words push me over. I come hard, spilling over my fist, unable to look away from her face on screen.
She comes again too, smaller this time but no less beautiful, her body trembling as she works herself through it.
For a long moment after, we just breathe, looking at each other through our screens. I feel wrung out and satisfied…and more connected to her than ever, even as she covers her face with her hands, suddenly shy again. My sweet, sweet girl.
“I can’t believe we just did that.”
“I can.” I clean myself up with the tissues on the nightstand. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
She peeks out from between her fingers. “You’re just saying that.”
I shake my head and hold her gaze. “I will never just say shit, Frankie. Not to you, especially not when I’m this far away. If I say it, I mean it. That’s a promise.”
A long silence stretches as we just look at each other. Then she nods, the sweetest smile curling at the corners of her pretty mouth. “That was really hot for me, too.”
“Good.”
“Sleep tight?”
“Yeah, absolutely. Better now that I’ve got that beautiful image of you in my mind. Gonna dream about you all night.”
“Sweet dreams, then.”
“Text me when you wake up.”
She nods. Starts to say something, then stops herself and blows a kiss instead, her gaze warm and her lips beautifully swollen.