Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
“More than you know. His spending habits basically ruined his credit. I told him to sell all the crap that got him in trouble in the first place, and he had the nerve to accuse me of being unsupportive. It didn’t last long after that fight.
And he left a bunch of his crap here when he moved out.
Eventually I sold it all and used the money to take myself on a much-needed vacation from that whole situation.
The only thing that seemed worth keeping was the TV. ”
“Where did you take yourself?”
“I spent four glorious days in New Orleans.”
“Oh, Naw Leans,” he stretches the syllables out in a thick New Orleans drawl.
“Have you been?” I ask, moving from the living/dining room to the hallway.
“No, but it’s high on the bucket list.”
I file that information away for later.
“Bathroom. Nothing too fancy there,” I say, showing that space first. “And there is the second bedroom.”
The bedroom is still in a slight state of disarray, so I don’t linger on the floor. Instead, I show off the bookcases and artwork that mostly make up the decor of this room.
“And my bedroom,” I say as I push open the door and flip on the light. Knox is quiet as I take a slow circle of the room.
“I see you’re a maximalist in your decor choices. It’s so colorful.”
“Surprised?”
“Not at all. It’s just confirmation for me. The first time we met, your hair was purple. The second time it was bright pink. I never expected your house to look super traditional.”
“What can I say, I love a wacky throw pillow,” I say, falling onto the top covers of my bed.
I hold up a small blue and white one with swirling patterns across it.
“And a lot of them too. I thought people only had that many pillows on their beds in movies.”
It’s my turn to stick my tongue out, and he laughs.
“It’s a big bed. It feels empty without all the pillows here.”
“I’d love to be in there with you,” Knox says, lifting an eyebrow.
The playful nature of our conversation shifts suddenly as I imagine him in the sheets with me.
“Yeah?” I ask, biting my lower lip. “What would you do to me if you were?”
“Everything. Twice. And with the lights on, so I could watch you come apart over and over again for me.”
My whole body tenses up in wonderful anticipation.
“Now I’m missing you for a whole other reason,” I say, feeling a stir inside my core.
“The feeling is mutual,” he answers.
“I bought a new toy when I got back to Cali,” I tell him, and I see his eyes turn more ravenous.
“Yeah?” he says, “You should show me.”
I smile, sitting up completely in bed. I place my phone at the perfect angle, stepping out of his view to remove my shirt, pants, and socks before I stretch my body back across the covers of my bed.
I take my time, feeling Knox’s eyes on me through the phone.
His intense gaze feels almost as good as a caress from his hands.
I’m still wearing my underwear, but I run my fingers over my breasts and hips, squeezing every inch of flesh.
“God, you are so damn sexy,” Knox says, his voice sounding heavy.
“Mmm…” I say, reaching towards my nightstand.
I pull out my newest toy, a dark pink dildo that’s over nine inches long and has a gently curved end.
My whole body stirs as I wrap my fingers around it.
The silicone is cool to the touch, so I bring it to my lips, letting my tongue swirl around the tip, imagining its Knox instead.
I close my eyes and let myself fall into the feeling of the dildo stretching my lips, all while I pinch my own nipples.
The sensation sends sparks right into my pussy, and I feel my wetness increase.
“Let me see, baby, please.” He sounds desperate.
Knowing what he means, I reposition my phone so it’s right in front of me. After pulling my panties off, I slowly spread my legs, giving him a full view of what my hands are doing.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” I murmur.
“More than you could know,” he answers.
“Show me,” I say.
I watch as he repositions his camera as well so I can see more of his body. His arms and bare chest. His hips and hard cock. I watch as the corded muscles of his arm pull over his skin as he begins to fist his dick.
I spread my legs even wider, bringing the toy to the apex of my thighs.
“I’m so wet right now,” I breathe into the camera.
“I can see. Is all that for me?”
“Yeah, baby. My pussy misses that fat cock.”
“Show me how you want me,” Knox says, readjusting his camera so he can lie across his bed as well and I can still see him.
I don’t need any further encouragement. I plunge the toy deep inside, the wet, sloppy sounds filling the room.
It’s too much too fast, but I don’t pull it out, letting my walls clench uncomfortably until the sensations morph into a delicious feeling of fullness.
I close my eyes and let his dirty words of encouragement wash over me.
Every tweak of my nipples becomes his hands, every brush against my clit from the toy becomes his tongue.
“Keep those legs nice and open for me, Venny. Let me watch you fuck yourself.”
His words are already taking me to the next level, and I begin to pump the toy into myself.
From behind my closed lids, I can begin to imagine Knox here.
I can imagine his smell, his taste, the weight of him in the bed beside me.
The more he speaks, the easier it becomes to feel his beard against my skin, wet from eating me out, or the scrap of his chest hair against the softest parts of me.
The strength in his hands and arms as he easily moves me into various Kama Sutra positions.
I switch on the vibrating feature. The buzz from the toy is loud and adds to my pleasure.
The spark in my lower back becomes a full lightning storm, my whimpering and gasping becoming louder by the second.
“Knox,” I moan loudly.
His words come out in a long groan. “I’m right there, Ven. I’m going to come.”
That’s all it takes for my orgasm to smash into me like thunder.
My legs are shaking, but I force my knees back and hold the position, letting each wave crash into my harder and giving Knox the entire show.
The sensitive bundle of nerves of my clit becomes my whole focus for several breaths.
Eventually, I switch off the vibrations, but my pussy continues to pulse around the dildo until I finally pull it out.
Another wave of pleasure rolls over me, but this time it lands firmly in my chest.
“I…” I start to say the word but chicken out at the last second. “I miss you so much, Knox.”