Page 79 of See Her

“What’s that?”

"Take your top off.” I smile hungrily at her.

"What?!" she lets out an exasperated laugh. "Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious. I want to see more of you."

"Jack, we could get hacked!"

"We won't. And if we do, I'll track the fucker down and pound his ass."

She shakes her head coyly at me.

“Come on, baby, please? I’m dying over here,” I plead like an adolescent. “I miss you so damn much, and I want to see your skin so I can imagine it here in this bed against mine.” It might be the death of me, but it’d be worth it.

She gives a silent giggle that makes her shoulders bounce slightly as she rolls her eyes. I feel a small rush of adrenaline when she sets the phone down and I hear her fumbling for a second before picking it back up to show me she followed through with my request.

She nestles into the pillow again, completely topless. Her glowing skin stretches smoothly across the planes of her chest, accentuating her delicate collar bone and her graceful shoulders. But when she lifts an arm to push a few stray strands of her brown hair out of her face, she gives me a brief glimpse of her full right boob, and my cock damn near explodes.

“Okay, now you’re taking it too far,” I huff in frustration, threading my hand into my hair, gripping at the strands to keep myself from blowing like Mt. St. Helens.

“What?” Her eyebrows stitch together in confusion.

“Nice try. You know what you’re doing.”

“What? I’m not doing anything.” Her eyes go round, acting oh so innocent as she rubs a hand down the side of her neck, letting it trail down her chest.

“Mayzie, I swear to God,” I grit out through my teeth and grab onto my dick, unable to stop myself. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, then open them to see her eyes narrow with a knowing smile.

“Are you grabbing yourself, you bad man?”

“I can’t help it, you’re not giving me much of a choice here,” I defend, trying to rub the urgent ache out of my dick. It’s not helping.

“I did what you asked me to,” she reminds me, lifting a bare shoulder at me.

“I didn’t tell you to touch yourself, baby,” I guffaw lightheartedly.

“What, you don’t like this?” she teases, her fingertips lightly dancing and grazing over the skin of her chest.

“Fuck,” is all I can manage to breathe out, as I shamelessly start working my cock. “Baby,” I swallow hard. “It’s been too damn long since I’ve been inside you. Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Do you know what you’re doing tome?” she returns softly. I hear a low rasp in her voice which I’ve learned is a sign she’s as turned on as I am.

“Are you wet for me?” I husk out, my breath already picking up. “Shit,” I curse when I see her hand go below the camera view as if she’s checking.

“Yeah,” she wheezes out, blinking slowly.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” I report in a low growl, not giving a single fuck how vulnerable I’m coming off.

“Yeah?” Her arm is moving in slow measured strokes.

“Oh yeah,” I groan.

“What should we do about it?” Her eyes are sending a million messages. She wants this as bad as I do, but wondering if she should. She’s as desperate as I am but feeling shy about it; vulnerable and self–conscious about our awkward setting and it slows me down just enough. I’m still harder than granite, but not on the brink of combusting like I was a second ago. While it’s a bit unconventional, this could be a beautiful thing. She just needs me to take control.

“Lie back,” I gently order in a hoarse whisper, and when she obeys, shifting herself and the phone to give me an aerial view of her resting back against her pillow, follow it up with, “that’s my girl.”

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