Chapter 31 Kyran
Kyran
I watch her as she props up the phone, nervousness coating her stunning features. I almost didn’t answer the FaceTime because I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle whatever her devious little mind has planned, but I also really want to see her again.
She really did change into sweatpants that are a little too big along with an oversized band t-shirt. And I was right. She looks fucking amazing.
She gets the phone set up against something and I watch her as she pulls her hands behind her back, looking at me with so much mischief and admiration as she backs away slowly toward her bed.
I just smirk at her as she does, opting to set my phone up against my nightstand so that she can see me too. She makes sure her full body is in frame before she jumps back up onto her bed. She lets her feet dangle over the edge as she looks into the camera.
“You are so fucking pretty, Wes,” I tell her. Something about what is happening feels forbidden even though nothing has really even happened yet.
I’ve seen her up close and personal; made love to her and cherished the fuck out of her mind, body, and soul. But this . . . this feels different. It feels like severe trust.
She smiles at me, letting her lashes bat against her cheeks before she sits up a little and reaches for the hem of her shirt.
“Weslyn, you don’t have to do this,” I say to her, just wanting to make sure that she doesn’t feel pressure from my attempt to help her fall asleep.
“I know, Kyran. I want to. Is that okay?” She’s so fucking sweet, looking at me innocently but I know she’s charged with so much sexual need.
“Of course it is, love.”
And on my approval, she slides the shirt up and over her head, letting it fall softly to the floor as I take in her body. Her chest is covered by a lacy bralette of sorts, something so casual yet so fucking sexy.
I sit up a little more, wishing that I was the one undressing her.
But this feels sacred and special just the same, so I watch with intention as she moves off the bed.
She slides her sweats down, my dick aches when I see her beautiful legs—remembering how they wrapped around me so perfectly not long ago.
She’s now standing in just a bra and her matching underwear; my heart racing a hundred miles per minute at the sight.
Weslyn sits back onto her bed and this time, she spreads her legs just the tiniest amount.
“What is it you asked of me, Kyran?” Her tone is fevered with a sensual timbre and I almost choke on my words as I go to answer her; enthralled by how bold she’s being.
“I wanted you to touch yourself and tell me what it feels like.”
I watch her as she opens her legs a little more, and the sight before me is unreal. She’s leaning back a bit, using her hands to hold her up but she moves one over, skating it gently and slowly across her stomach before reaching under her panties.
Fuck. I’m so turned on. Her eyes look like a wildfire as she watches me watching her, letting her hand move closer and closer to her pussy.
“Oh,” she moans as she makes contact and I’m so fucking hard. So gone in the way she moans and talks to me. The way she seems confident in taking care of herself and doing it while I watch.
“I miss you, Kyran,” she whispers as she touches herself and I feel as though I can come on that high alone. She’s so fucking pretty and the way she’s looking at me through the phone is dangerous.
“I miss you too, love,” I tell her, my own tone dark and fervid with so much lust.
“You’re right. I am so wet for you.”
I want to see her, want to ask her to move her panties to the side so that I can watch her play with herself. But something about having the fabric be a barrier between what she’s doing and what I can see feels intimate. So much so that it causes me to need to touch myself.
“Is your dick hard for me, Kyr?”
God damn. The nickname, the addictive lust lacing her tone, the way she tosses her head back gently as her hand works beneath her pretty panties; it’s all too much.
I reach my hand into my own sweatpants, making sure that she can see just as much as she’s showing me and I groan when I wrap my hand around my girth, knowing that I wish it were her. I take my cock into my hand and pull it out from under the waistband, putting myself on display for her.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries when she looks at me, sliding her hand down a little further and I can tell that she’s pushing a finger into her pussy now. “I need you, Kyran.”
“I know you do, baby.” I pump my hand over my erection, watching her eyes roll back and her thighs shake a little as I do, wanting to move in tandem with her movements. “I’m right here.”
“Do you want to see what I look like?” she asks me, keeping her eye contact trained solely on me as her chest rises and falls with anticipation.
“Yes,” I tell her.
She reaches her other hand to pull her panties aside, revealing her pretty wet pussy to me. My heart races, cheeks burning with the sight of what she’s doing just for me.
“Jesus, Wes. You are soaked, my love.”
“I told you, Kyr. I miss you.”
“Show me how much you miss me, baby. I want you to make yourself come.”
Weslyn leans back a little more as she continues to touch herself, letting her finger slide in and out of her pussy. I keep up my movements, slow and intentional while I watch my beautiful girl bring herself to pure pleasure.
“You’re doing so good, love. Does that feel good?”
She hums and moans, bringing herself closer and closer to release. This doesn’t even feel dirty. It feels special, just for us and just as intimate as being able to touch her in person.
I notice the moment her body starts to tense up with severe need.
Her head falls back as she closes her eyes and little whimpers start falling from her mouth.
My own orgasm is seconds away from unraveling as I hone in on every detail of Weslyn’s body.
Watching her come is just as powerful as being the one to make her get to this point.
She’s falling apart because of her own doing, but I know it’s because of her desire for me.
And watching her experience so much pleasure is what causes my own release to unfurl.
“Kyran, I-”
“I know, baby. I know.”
Emotions and feelings are inevitable between us. Even at a distance. There’s no denying them. But I don’t want to express those things to her via FaceTime. So I just assure her that I know exactly what she’s feeling as she enjoys the course of pleasure taking over her.
Her body shakes violently, trembling as she cries my name and comes undone. I watch as her lips part and her legs practically go numb. It is the most carnal yet alluring view I’ve ever seen and I can’t help but feel a bit of pride knowing that she’s experiencing so much euphoria. She deserves it.
“Oh my god,” she whispers as she calms herself down, and I have to smile at how stunning she is like this. Face pink from exertion, her pussy dripping with the evidence of her orgasm, and barely able to breathe or hold herself up any longer.
“You are fucking perfect, Weslyn,” I say to her.
Because she is. Not because she did this for me. But because she’s passionate. And brave. And because she deserves to know her worth.
“I needed that,” she tells me as she leans back up and looks at me. And I can’t do anything but smile like a fucking fool.
“I have a feeling we’re both going to have a hard time being apart from each other for much longer.”
“Is that weird?” she asks. “Should we really be feeling like this so early?”
“Remember what I said, Wes? You and I talked almost every day for a damn month nearly before we actually met.”
She jumps off the bed and finds her discarded t-shirt, pulling it on before reaching for the phone.
“Yeah and finally seeing you for the first time felt like knowing you for a lifetime but it also felt brand new and sacred.” Weslyn jumps back into her bed and leans against her pillows, holding the phone over her face.
“If this feels right, then nothing is weird about it,” I say to her, watching as her eyes start to get heavy.
“And being with you does feel right, Kyran.” Her voice is getting raspy and I can tell she’s starting to fall asleep but I don’t stop talking to her.
“You know I think you’re my soulmate right?” I admit to her, knowing that the statement is serious and bold, but I won't hold in my feelings when it comes to her. Not when everything that we’ve been through these past few weeks has been the happiest and most meaningful I’ve ever felt.
She smiles at me as she tries to fight the sleep, forcing her eyes to stay open. “Does this make you my boyfriend?”
I smile, feeling so fucking full of life and gratitude watching the prettiest girl in the world fall asleep to my voice as she talks sweet nothings.
And as she lets the phone fall gently, sleep taking over and her eyes shutting completely, I prop my phone back up to my nightstand as I lean back in my own bed.
“I want to be more than your boyfriend,” I whisper.
And before I know it, I too fall asleep.