Chapter Fifteen Harrison #3
“Everything about you is special.” I grip myself through my towel, the fabric barely containing my hardness. “Take the tank top off, Harp. Free those beautiful breasts.”
There’s rustling on the other end, fabric sliding against skin. I close my eyes, imagining her bare shoulders, her breasts exposed to the cool air of her bedroom.
“It’s off,” she whispers.
“Good girl.” The words slip out naturally, and I hear her soft gasp in response. “Now touch them. Glide your hand over your nipples. Roll them between your fingers the way I would if I were there with you.”
“H…” Her voice wavers.
“I’m right here, baby. Feel how soft your skin is. How your nipples harden when you brush your thumbs across them.” I toss my towel aside, freeing myself completely, my cock springing to life against my stomach. “Are they sensitive like they used to be?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “So sensitive.”
“Pinch them. Just a little.”
She lets out a soft whimper that travels straight to my cock. “I wish it was you touching me.”
“Me too, baby. Fuck, you have no idea.” I wrap my hand around my shaft, stroking slowly as I picture her lying on her bed, her fingers teasing her nipples.
“I want you to feel good. Remember how I used to take my time with you? How I’d worship every inch of your body before giving you what you really wanted? ”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I remember everything.”
“Spread your legs for me, Harp, and then slip your hand inside your panties,” I instruct, my voice rough with need. “Tell me how it feels.”
There’s a pause, then a soft gasp that makes my cock throb painfully in my hand. “Oh God, H…”
“That’s it,” I encourage, tightening my grip as I stroke myself. “Are you touching yourself for me?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “God, I’m so wet.”
Fucking Christ.
“Circle your clit with your finger. Nice and slow.” I close my eyes, visualizing her face, those beautiful eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Just like I used to do. Feel me touching you, stroking you, licking you with my tongue.”
Her breath catches, and I can hear the slight rustling of sheets. “Harrison…”
“That’s it, baby. Keep going. Feel my tongue stroking right through you. God, I bet you taste so fucking good right now.”
The sound she makes—a little gasp followed by a moan—nearly breaks me. I can picture her so clearly, head thrown back against her pillow, lips parted, fingers working between her thighs.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” I encourage, tightening my grip on my cock, pre-cum slicking my palm. “I want to hear it all.”
“I’m…” she starts, then whimpers. “It feels so good, H. But it’s not enough.”
“Remember how you would grip my hair and beg me to let you come?” I whisper, stroking myself in time with her soft moans. “How you’d arch your back when I’d finally give you what you needed?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Push your finger inside, Harper,” I instruct, my voice strained with need. “Feel how tight you are. How goddamn wet you are for me.”
“Oh God,” she moans, louder this time. “Yes, right there.”
My strokes quicken as I imagine her fingers working inside herself, the way her body would tense and relax with every movement. “That’s a good girl. Add another finger. Stretch yourself open so you’re ready to take my cock.”
The moan that escapes her lips makes my balls tighten. I’m fully hard now, pre-cum leaking down my shaft as I stroke myself in rhythm with her breathing.
“H, I wish you were here,” she moans, her voice breaking slightly. “I need you inside me. God, do I need you. Want you.”
“Fuck, Harper,” I growl, my hips lifting off the bed as I thrust into my hand. “I want that too. So, fucking bad. Tell me how it feels when you curl your fingers forward, hit that spot that makes you shake.”
She makes a strangled sound, half-moan and half-gasp. “There… right there…”
“That’s my girl,” I encourage, imagining her face flushed with pleasure, her back arching as she works herself closer to the edge. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this. So, fucking perfect.”
“I’m getting close,” she whispers, her breathing erratic.
“Not yet,” I growl, gripping the base of my cock to slow myself down. “Tell me what you’re thinking about. What you want me to do to you when I get back.”
She moans again, the sound muffled like she’s biting her lip or pressing her face into a pillow. “I want your mouth on me,” she confesses breathlessly. “I want you to taste me like you used to. I want you to pin me down and lick me until I’m screaming your name.”
“Fuck, Harper.” I stroke myself faster. “I’d spend hours between your thighs if you’d let me. Making you come over and over again. You’d have to beg me to stop.”
“God, yes,” she gasps. “More, please.”
“I’d fuck you with my tongue, slide my fingers deep inside you, and watch you fall apart. I’d make you so fucking wet that when I finally push my cock inside you, you’d take all of me in one hard thrust.”
“Harrison, please…” Her voice breaks, and I can tell she’s close. The sound of her panting, desperate and needy, is driving me wild.
“Touch your clit again while you fuck yourself with your fingers,” I command as I stroke myself faster. “I want you to come for me, Harp.” My voice is strained, my own orgasm building with every passing second. “I want to hear what I’ve been missing all these years. Let me hear you.”
And then it happens—a sharp intake of breath followed by a long, shuddering moan that she’s clearly trying to muffle. The sound of her coming apart sends me over the edge.
“Shit. Oh, fuck.” I grip myself tighter, pumping my cock as my balls tighten, and white-hot pleasure pulses through me.
“Fuck, Harper, motherfuck…” I groan, my release hitting me hard as I come all over my stomach, my entire body tensing then relaxing.
For several moments, all I can hear is our combined breathing, heavy and unsteady as we both come down from our highs.
“That was…” she whispers, her voice still shaky.
“Yeah,” I agree, unable to form a coherent thought beyond the incredible feeling of connection. Even thousands of miles apart, we’ve managed to find each other in this intimate way. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” There’s a smile in her voice that makes my chest warm. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
I chuckle, reaching for my towel to clean myself up. “I’m glad we did.”
“Me too.”
I shift against the pillows, suddenly wishing more than anything that I could pull her against me, feel her warmth curled into my side. Fall asleep with her in my arms. “I miss you, Harper. More than I thought possible.”
“I miss you too,” she whispers. “Just a few more days.”
“What I wouldn’t give to come home to you in my bed so I can do this all over again in person. I swear to God that day is coming.”
“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
“We have so much time to make up and I don’t want to let one single moment pass me by.”
“Ditto, H.”
“Promise me the next orgasm you have will be mine for the taking.”
I swear I can hear her smile through the phone when she answers, “All yours.”