37. Jameson
Chapter thirty-seven
Jameson
I know Bryn is questioning how this is going to work. I heard it in her voice last night, and I felt it deep in my bones with every text we exchanged.
To help us both feel better, I rush ordered her a new vibrator as a gift. And guess what just popped up on my screen? A delivery notice. Less than twenty-four hours for the delivery to reach her. Pretty impressive.
I FaceTime B, instructing her to head down to her hotel lobby to pick up a gift.
“Oo, did you order me dinner?” she asks. “You know, we ate with the leadership team, but I was so nervous, I barely touched my food.”
“No, though now I wish I had ordered you food. I’m sorry you’re hungry.”
She talks to the front desk manager, who hands her a nondescript cardboard box. “What is it?” she asks, trying to tear it open as she walks.
“Um, you may want to get back to your room before you open it.”
“Jesus, Jameo,” she says, pulling out her new, dark purple, 12-speed present as soon as she walks into her room.
“Get naked. Let’s try it out,” I suggest.
She quickly pulls off her jeans and sweater, crawling on top of her bed. After setting up her phone next to her so I can see her from head to about mid-thigh, she looks at me, her eyes dark pools of lust staring at me from the other side of the screen.
“I see the On/Off button, but what controls the rest of it?” she asks.
“Me,” I say, pulling up the remote app for her new vibrator. Tech these days. So fucking cool.
Her eyes flutter closed as the vibrations start, her husky voice demanding, “Why aren’t you naked?”
Needing no more prompting, I quickly pull my shirt over my head and drop it and my pants to the ground. I lie on my hotel bed, keeping my phone in one hand so I can control her vibe with the app.
“Tell me what to do,” she pleads breathily.
I’m more than happy to oblige. “Tease yourself with the toy, baby. Circle around your clit, coming closer, but don’t touch it yet.” She does as I instructed, her other hand coming up to grip her breast. “That’s it. Play with your nipple. Roll it between your fingers. That’s a good fucking girl, B.”
My hand moves up and down my shaft, increasing in tempo to the breathy moans that slip through her open lips.
I increase the speed of the vibrations as B, without waiting for me, moves the head of the toy to her clit, her back arching in pleasure.
I watch, enthralled, as she loses control, her orgasm moving through her, and I follow, my release hot on my stomach.
“You’re amazing, Bryn,” I say as she turns over to bring her phone closer.
“We’re going to be okay, right?” she asks, uncertainty pushing through her post-orgasm haze.
“We’re going to be better than okay.”
Her eyes crinkle in a grin as she lets out a yawn. She had a full day of important meetings, and I’m sure tomorrow will be just as bad. “Will you stay on and fall asleep with me?” she asks.
“Of course, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” Ever. I add that last part in my head, the certainty of us—of Bryn and I—cementing itself in my mind and my heart.
I know it’s going to take work. Relationships aren’t ever easy, and relationships where both people travel are more complicated than most. But this is worth it. Bryn is worth it.