35. Addison #2
“And apparently horny,” Her voice had already lowered.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, baby.”
I set the phone on the night stand, angled it just right so she could see me. The sheets were cool against my skin, but my body was still warm from the sun, the shower, and the way she was watching me. I let my hand run up and down my body.
Sawyer dragged a hand over her mouth like she was trying and failing to rein herself in.
“Fuck,” she muttered. “You’re going to be the death of me baby you look so good.”
Something tightened low in my stomach.
“Did you like my swimsuit?”
“Loved you in that swimsuit. I’ve been thinking about you in it all day.”
My breath caught. “God, I need you.”
Heat in her eyes remained. “You want to show me how much?”
The question moved through me slowly.
I nodded.
I pulled the shirt over my head and tossed it aside. My hands moved to my breasts, squeezing gently before my thumbs brushed over my nipples.
Sawyer exhaled sharply. “Jesus Christ, Addie.”
My skin prickled beneath the weight of her voice. One hand traced slowly down the center of my chest while the other slid across my stomach. I watched Sawyer as I touched myself. The tightening of her jaw. The slight parting of her lips. The way she leaned closer to the screen.
“Say something,” I whispered.
She let out a low breath. “You want me to tell you how fucking beautiful you look?”
“Yes.”
“You’re lying there naked for me, touching those perfect tits like you know exactly what it does to me.” Her gaze followed my hand as it moved lower. “Look at you, baby. All flushed and needy.”
My thighs shifted beneath the sheets.
“Keep going,” she murmured. “Let me see how wet you are.”
I bit my lip as my hand slipped between my legs. The first touch pulled a quiet gasp from me.
“Fuck,” Sawyer breathed. “There she is.”
My fingers moved slowly, circling my clit while I watched her watch me.
“You like seeing me like this?” I asked.
“I fucking love it.” Her voice dropped lower. “I love knowing you’ve been thinking about me all day. That you got into bed wet and aching because you couldn’t stop imagining my hands on you.”
My breath caught, and my fingers pressed more firmly.
“That’s it,” she praised. “Touch yourself for me.”
Her hand disappeared from view, but I saw the shift in her shoulders and heard the change in her breathing.
“Are you touching yourself too?” I whispered.
“Of course I am, baby. Look at you.”
Heat rushed through me.
“Keep your hand there,” she said, her voice low and controlled. “Don’t rush. I want to watch you take your time.”
My fingers slowed, teasing more than touching. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Fuck. Just like that.”
“You thought about this today, when you were on the boat? With all your friends? Thought about me fucking you?”
I moaned. “On the boat. In the shower. You baby. All I wanted was you.”
“Tell me what you thought about.” She breathed faster, I could tell how good she was making herself feel while she watched me.
“You. Your hands. How good it feels when you lick me. When you put my boobs in your mouth. The way you look at me when you’re about to…”
My breath broke. I closed my eyes. My body was shaking. I was getting close.
“Finish it,” she breathed.
“When you’re about to come for me,” it almost came out as a whimper.
A low sound escaped her, somewhere between a groan and a curse. “I’m so wet for you baby.”
My hand stilled for a second before moving again, slower and more deliberate, knowing she watched every inch.
“I’m close baby.”
“Good,” she said softly. “Stay there. Don’t rush it.”
I swallowed, my hand slowing like she’d asked, my breath uneven as I tried to hold onto the feeling instead of chasing it, but I wanted to come so bad.
Sawyers pace matched mine. “Such a good girl.” She said. My eyes closed tight.
“Look at me.”
I did.
Her eyes were locked on mine, steady and dark, like she was right there with me instead of across a screen.
“Baby I need to come.” I cried.
“Slow your pace” she said. “Just… breathe for a second.”
I let out a shaky exhale, my chest rising and falling as I tried to follow her, grounding myself in the sound of her voice.
“There you go,” she said quietly. “That’s it. Such a good girl. I wish I was there,”
“Fuck me too baby—”
“I’d take my time with you,” she went on, slower now, like she was letting herself imagine it too. “Wouldn’t rush you. Would just… stay right here with you until you couldn’t think about anything else.”
My eyes slipped closed for a second.
“Say my name,” she said.
“Sawyer—baby… please”
She moaned. “Just like that.” Her breath broke, and I watched her head tip back against the couch. Whatever control she had been holding onto was slipping.
“You sound so good,” I whimpered.
“You like hearing what you do to me?”
“Yes.” My fingers pressed harder, pulling a sharp cry from me. “Fuck, yes… I wish I could feel you,” I gasped.
“You will.” Her voice shook. “When you come home, I’m going to spread you out on my bed and take my time tasting every inch of you.”
“Sawyer…”
“I’m going to make you come with my mouth until you’re begging me to stop.”
My hips lifted from the mattress.
“Fuck. Baby, I can’t hold it.”
“Yes, you can.” She swallowed a moan, her face tightening with pleasure. “A little longer. Stay with me.”
I tried. God, I tried.
My hand slowed, but my whole body trembled with the effort. My thighs tightened around my wrist, every nerve pulled taut and aching for release.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” she praised. “My pretty girl, lying there touching herself for me.”
My voice shook. “I like being your good girl.”
Her whole expression broke. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
Her breathing turned ragged, and I knew she was close too. The sight of it nearly undid me. Sawyer losing control because of me. Touching herself while she watched me fall apart.
“Baby,” she gasped. “I’m close.”
“So am I. Please let me come with you.”
Her eyes held mine. “Come for me, baby.”
The tension snapped. My body arched from the bed as her name tore from my throat. Pleasure hit hard and fast, rolling through me in waves while my hand kept moving, chasing every last pulse.
Across the screen, Sawyer came with me.
Her head fell back, her body tightening as a rough cry left her. Watching her lose herself pushed me through another wave, leaving me shaking beneath the sheets.
For a few seconds, there was nothing but our uneven breathing.
I collapsed into the pillows, my hand finally going still.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered.
Sawyer let out a breathless laugh and dragged a hand over her face. “You okay, baby?”
“More than okay.”
Her eyes softened as they moved over me. “You were so beautiful.”
I pulled the sheet over myself, suddenly warm for an entirely different reason.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Her voice gentled. “Come home to me soon.”
“I will,” I promised. “I have to start getting ready for dinner soon.”
I said it, but I didn’t move.
In a minute, I would get up and step back into the noise downstairs. For now, I stayed beneath the sheets with Sawyer on the screen, letting myself have her for a little longer.
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