Page 82 of Hitting the Gap

“Why?”

Why? Why the fuck not? Everything about Bailey turned him on. Seeing her taking what she wanted, fucking herself with a toy, showing him exactly how she like it. Having that visual. Damn.

“Because I think it would be hot to just sit back and really watch you and how beautiful you look. Normally I’m watching, but I’m also selfishly focused on making sure I’m getting you where you need to go rather than just sitting back and looking at you.”

Now that was all he could think about. Damn. “I’ve watched you gain confidence over the past few weeks, and I think it would be sexy as fuck to watch you take control of your own orgasm. Forget about anyone else, and just take and take until you’re so wrung out you could barely move. Fuck yourself so hard you couldn’t possibly think about having another orgasm. That’s what it sounds like you did tonight and I really wish I’d seen it.”

“Oh.”

“Do you have any idea how hot you look when you come? The way your nipples get all tight and flushed just begging me to suck on them.” He could picture it perfectly. “Then you get that little hitch in your breath that makes you bite your bottom lip.” She shifted like she was imagining it, too. “Your body tells me exactly what you want as your blush works its way up your chest and onto your cheeks, and your eyes go from their normal blue to this inky color that’s like looking into the depth of the ocean.”

He paused and looked at her face. That flush he was talking about was clear on her face right now. His girl liked him talking about this.

“My eyes don’t ever look like the ocean,” she said.

“Yeah, they do. When you’re turned on, like really turned on, they—I don’t really know how to describe it. You know when you’re on a boat and you look into the deep sea for too long and everything in you wants to just jump in and see where it takes you?”

Bailey’s breath hitched, and she nodded.

“It’s like that.” He licked his lips.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?” He leaned forward on the bed.

“I’ll show you when you get home.”

“Seriously?” His dick twitched, then twitched again like the fucking thing was clapping it was so excited. He knew the feeling.

“Mmm-hmm.”

Her cheeks flushed and he could tell even through the screen how badly she wanted to look away, but she didn’t. His girl had gotten so brave. “Fuck, I wish we didn’t have two more games before we came home,” he groaned. “Any chance you want to be on my bed waiting for me when I get home?”

Bailey lowered her head shyly and nodded.

“Any chance you want to give me a little preview now?” he practically begged.

“I told you I’m not going to do that.” She rolled her eyes.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying.” He shifted his hips to ease the restriction on his dick.

“The anticipation will be good for you,” Bailey teased.

“Or kill me.” He shifted again.

“I can confidently say no one has ever died from masturbatory anticipation.”

Masturbatory anticipation? “Fuck, I love when you sound all academic and shit.”

Bailey rolled her eyes. “How was that academic?

“I don’t know. It just sounded smart.” He pushed the pillow behind his head to get more comfortable. “So that was a hard no?”

“Yes. You’re a big boy, you’ll be fine. Or I guess you could tug one out in the tub as well.”

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