40. Epilogue （Amie）
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Epilogue (Amie)
T hree weeks after Christmas, it’s back to business as usual. My face dances on the screen with a slight pixelated lag as I wait for Cam to answer my call. He’s in a hotel in Phoenix right now, having flown out from Boston early this morning for a layover before he crosses the Pacific to Japan tomorrow. I landed from a three-day tour around Europe this morning, around the same time Cam took off, and I’ve already completed two loads of laundry and coloured four dinosaur pictures with Maisy before my mum stopped by to take her swimming and give me a chance to catch my breath.
There’s a brief crackle on the line as Cam answers the call, and I feel my whole body relax as his face fills the screen. I miss him. We’ve been chasing each other around the world for the last week, with short bedtime calls between flights leaving Maisy upset and confused.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says with a smile. He looks tired, but happy, eyes heavy-lidded and dark green, and his shoulder moving at a lazy pace, rhythmically, almost like—
“Are you fucking your hand while you talk to me?” I ask with a soft smile. It’s worlds away from the first time I asked that question— exhausted, lonely, a breath away from a breakdown in a hotel room half a world away from everyone I love most.
“Yeah,” he admits. “It’s been a long day already, and I was just thinking about you. You and your ass in those pink gym shorts.” He tips his head back and closes his eyes, exposing the column of his throat and the faint, blue-green echo of the vein running alongside his Adam’s apple. That line I love to run my tongue over, sucking at his skin.
“Show me,” I demand. I tug the cable at the window and drop the living room blinds closed, dimming the early afternoon light. He drops his phone to the bed, angled just perfectly for me to see his cock in his fist, thick and glistening, already leaking from the tip. I shudder and my mouth waters. I remember the way he tastes. A low moan escapes my lips and I feel my underwear dampen as I push my sweatpants down over my hips.
“Thinking about me makes you hard, huh?” I take a seat on the edge of my sofa, slouched with my legs outstretched and spread open. This man has shown me a million times in a million ways the effect that I have on him, mentally, emotionally and physically. But it still brings me to my knees. He still brings me to my knees. There’s still a combined sense of awe and disbelief every time he tells me he loves me, every time he shows me how I make him feel.
“Oh, pretty girl, you have no idea,” he chuckles. A short, heavy exhale punctuates his laugh as he twists his wrist. “Does it make you wet?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Wanna see?”
“Show me, baby.”
I set my tablet down on the coffee table and place my feet up on either side of it. The camera points straight into my pussy and I swipe a finger through my folds, holding it up in front of the lens to show the glistening wetness collected on my fingertip. Cam moans, gripping his cock tighter and increasing his pace.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking wet already.”
“Just thinking about the way you taste,” I say breathlessly, gasping as I touch a fingertip to my swollen clit. My veins flood with fire and ice all at once. “Remembering how it feels when you’re inside me.”
Cam’s throat bobs, eyes darkening even further. Another bead of liquid spills from his tip as he strokes himself faster.
“You feel me inside you now?” He asks. God, yes, I want to. I reach for my work bag beside the sofa and fumble around inside it until my fingers close around a small velvet pouch. I pull out my new toy: a lilac vibrator I can slip between my fingers. I bring it into view of the camera as I lay back, settling it on my fingers and brushing it around my entrance. He moans again as his eyes catch sight of what’s in my hand, and I touch my thumb to the button to begin the vibrations.
“Can you feel me, pretty girl?” It’s not a question anymore. “Can you feel my lips on your skin?” Another rumble of his voice. Warmth pools low in my belly, spreading throughout my limbs. I shudder as I tip my head back against the sofa, imagining his open-mouthed kisses along my jaw, down the line of my throat, in the hollow behind my earlobes.
“Ye—yesss,” I hiss, pushing the small toy between my folds. The silicone itself isn’t life-sized—not even close—but the vibration and the sensation filling my pussy are larger than life. Between it and Cam’s moans, and the memory of his cock inside me, pounding into me, I feel full. I feel beautiful. I feel invincible. I feel close to coming already.
“Can you feel my mouth on your tits? ”
Fuck, I want to feel his mouth on my tits. I want to feel it everywhere. I want to feel his tongue flick against my nipple before his teeth clamp around it, tugging lightly and flooding my body with fire. I snake my free hand beneath my oversized t-shirt and tug my left nipple between my fingers.
“Show me, Amie.”
I use my arm to wrench the shirt over my head. I hear one of the seams burst as I pull at the fabric, but I don’t care. I fling it to a far corner of the room.
“Fuck, such perfect tits, baby. They taste almost as good as your perfect, greedy little pussy. Is your pussy greedy for me today?”
“Yes,” I whine breathlessly.
“Good,” he murmurs. “I want your fingers in there with your toy. Feed that greedy pussy for me, pretty girl.”
I can’t stop the moans falling from my lips as I use my free hand to probe my folds. I slip two fingers inside, stretching myself, and my inner walls spasm immediately. My head falls back and my eyes slam closed. My ears fill with the slick, wet noises of my sex and the electronic buzzing of the vibrator.
“Mother of fuck, the noises you make, pretty girl.” I tear my eyes open to see Cam stroking himself at a punishing pace, rocking his hips into his hand. I twist my own hips, bucking them wildly as the sensations between my legs begins to overwhelm every sense. I whimper with every exhale as shockwaves spread from my core to my fingertips. I force myself to watch the screen, the obscene sight of me in the corner, fucking myself with my fingers, and Cam, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes closed, tongue darting out to wet his lips between heavy breaths .
“I need to come,” I whine. It’s more of a gasp, a whimper, an exhale, all combined to make a low, breathy sound that vaguely resembles words. “Fuck, Cam, I’m gonna come.”
“Hold on for me, pretty girl,” he demands. “Keep touching yourself. Keep your hands on that greedy pussy for me.”
“Ohhh, fuck.” Another moan leaves my mouth as I slip my fingers from my entrance to my clit, flicking gently at the sensitive nerves. “Fuck, baby, I can’t—I don’t think I—”
“Hold on for me,” he insists. My body fills with fire, white-hot and blazing, and every muscle begins to tense. “Can you feel me, beautiful? I’m all over you. You’re mine, pretty girl.”
Fuck , this man owns every inch of my body, my whole heart, every piece of my soul. I clench and tremble; my inner walls flutter as I push two fingers inside myself to join the vibrator moving in and out through my slick folds.
“Yours,” I whisper shakily. “Fuck, Cam, let me come.”
“Give yourself more, Amie. One more for me.”
I slide my fingers out and return them with a third, stretching myself until it burns. I cry out at the sensation, at the way my fingertips press against the most delicious spot inside that has lights flashing behind my closed eyes.
“Good girl,” he whispers, panting heavily. “Feed that greedy pussy. Feed it like I would with my cock. Give it everything, Amie. Fuck yourself like I’m there. Like it’s my cock inside you.”
I’m so fucking desperate. I’m wound so tight, my limbs are buzzing. Fire and ice twist their way through my whole body, spreading from head to toe and settling at my core. The sounds are crude and obscene, the wet, slicking noise of my fingers and my vibrator as I thrust both in and out of me. That high is right there, at the edge of my fingertips. I can feel it. I can hear the buzzing of it in my ears, I can taste the euphoric rush.
“I need—”
“Give yourself what you need, Amie,” he pants. “Fuck, baby, do it for me. Fuck.”
I hesitate for just a second, before pushing a fourth finger inside, using it to pull the vibrator as deep as it’ll go. I reach that delicious spot again and probe it, twisting and scissoring my fingers around the vibrating silicone, stretching myself more than I ever have before. Oh god, oh god, oh fuck.
“Come for me, pretty girl,” Cam whispers. I tear my eyes open again and watch through half-closed lids as he spills over his hand and stomach. He roars my name as he comes, falling back against the headboard and shaking, stroking himself through his orgasm until he’s empty and spent. I squeeze my eyes closed. My fingers transform, taking on a life of their own as Cam’s cock, pounding into me as he whispers into my ear.
So fucking beautiful, my filthy, pretty girl. That’s it, give that greedy pussy what it needs. Fuck, you’re so pretty when you fall apart like this, baby, such a filthy, beautiful girl. Touch yourself, make a mess of yourself for me.
I scream as I come undone, head flung back against the sofa cushions and hips flying up, lifting off the seat as my entire body convulses around my fingers. I spasm around my hand as I continue to slide my fingers in and out, pulling the vibrator to my clit and pressing hard, riding out the wave for as long as I can .
“That’s my pretty girl. So pretty when you come, beautiful. One more, pretty girl. Give that greedy pussy one more for me.”
I don’t think the wave dies down before another one crests and I’m coming again, this time with a whimper of his name as my vibrator plays my clit like a symphony. It’s too much, the stimulation overwhelming and great sobs fall from my lips as I ride the second wave, twisting and writhing under my own ministrations.
“That’s my good girl,” Cam whispers soothingly. I blink a few times and his face comes back into focus on my tablet screen. My breaths come fast and heavy, bare chest heaving, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I come down from the most intense high I’ve ever given myself. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Amie.”
“I miss you,” I whisper. “I love you so much.”
Unlike the first time he talked me through an orgasm over the phone, this time, I know he’ll be coming home to me soon. To me, and to Maisy. He’ll be here to complete our family, to bring our journey full-circle, to start a new chapter as a family of three. Together.
“I love you too, pretty girl. You are my whole heart.”