Page 83 of The Christmas You Crash

“You alone, baby?”

With her lower lip rolled between her teeth, Lexi nods.

“I want to see you. All of you. Would you do that for me?”

Her pupils blow impossibly wide at that, but she looks unsure. Primal satisfaction wells up within me. My girlfriend has never gotten naked over FaceTime. I’ll be her first. And her last.

Shit.I can’t entertain thoughts like that yet.

“Are you alone?”

“Of course, I am,” I reassure her. “I would never let anyone else see you. You’re mine, Alexis. Only mine.”

Lexi’s eyes bounce across my face, assessing me for a few beats, but then she smiles shyly. “And you’re mine, Ryder Hanson.”

“I am,” I agree. “And I’m hard as a rock right now. Because of you.Foryou. I want to come watching you touch yourself.” Flicking open my suit pants, I strip down to my boxer briefs and pan the phone down, so she can see exactly what she does to me.

“I’ve never done this,” she whispers when I bring the phone back up to my face.

She needs reassurance that she’s safe to take this step with me. She needs to hear that I would never—notever—betray the trust she’d have to put in me to allow herself to be vulnerable like this. And I don’t blame her. Revenge porn is a real, and disgusting, reality for women. But even if things between us blew up in spectacular fashion, I would cut off my own hand before allowing anyone to see private images of Lexi. Not that I’d even consider recording what happens between us if she decides to give it a try.

“No one’s around to see you, baby. And I would never record you. I need you to know that. Even so, there’s no pressure. If you’re not comfortable with this, I won’t be upset. Or if you’d be more comfortable turning the video off, we could still have plenty of fun together that way.”

She considers my words carefully, but I can see how turned on she is. Which is why I’m not surprised a moment later when she squares her jaw and says, “I trust you, Ryder.”

I trust you, Ryder. Have I ever heard four sweeter words?

My cock grows rock hard when Lexi chews on her lower lip before setting her phone down and stripping her shirt off. The camera points at her, and I greedily catalog every perfect, smooth inch of her body. Her chest heaves in a simple graycotton bra, and it’s just as sexy as the lacy little numbers I’ve seen her in. Hell, I don’t care what Lexi wears. She’s always sexy.

“God,” I breathe. “You are so stunning, baby.” She glances at me and flushes. “Would you take your bra off for me?”

She only hesitates for a second, and then the cotton garment slips off her shoulders and falls to her bed. Those soft, perfect breasts of hers spill out, and my breath catches in my lungs.

“Beautiful.”

Picking her phone back up, Lexi sprawls out on her back. Her free hand skims over her chest, running slowly over her breasts. “Are you going to get naked for me?”

My boxer briefs are off the moment the words fall from her lips. Lexi chuckles, but when I pan the phone down to give her a view of my hand fisting my cock, she sucks in a ragged breath. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “You have the best cock.”

“Well, thank you, beautiful. And you have the prettiest pussy. Is it wet for me? Show me.”

Lexi does as I ask. She pushes her simple gray panties down her legs. Her thighs fall open, and I’m greeted with the most beautiful sight. Pink and swollen, she’s already so wet for me.

“Oh, fuck.” I stroke my cock. “Look at you.” I watch, enraptured, as Lexi’s slender fingers part her lips. Gathering some of her wetness, she circles her clit and lets out a soft moan.

“Ryder,” she murmurs. “I wish it was your fingers on me.”

“I know,” I say. There is nothing I want more in this moment than to feel Lexi’s fingers wrap around my dick. To feel her warm palm gripping me as she strokes me. “Just imagine I’m the one circling that swollen clit, baby. I’m the one spreading your slick juices over that perfect little bud.”

Her fingers increase their pace, and her thighs fall farther open. Groaning, I pump myself in time with her self-ministrations. She must be watching me the same way I’mwatching her, because she moans when a bead of pre-cum leaks from my slit. I drag my thumb through it, spreading it over my thick head, imagining it’s her arousal coating me instead of my own.

“Oh, god, Ryder,” she moans. Her hips lift off the bed, and I nearly come when she presses two of her fingers inside her dripping pussy. She fucks herself and I can only stare. My cock is painfully hard now. But I want to watch her come before I give in to the throbbing need of my own body. I’m mesmerized by her.

“That’s it, baby,” I say. I almost don’t recognize my own voice, it’s so rough. “Fuck your pretty little pussy. Just like that. Now circle your clit.”

She does as I instruct, and I watch her slick fingers withdraw from her body and circle her clit. Her breathing gets faster. Ragged. She’s close. I am too. “Ryder,” she whines. But her fingers don’t stop moving. No, they pick up the pace, pressing on her clit in quicker circles. I stroke my dick faster, too, imagining I’m there with her. Thrusting into her tight heat. Playing her body like a familiar and beloved instrument.

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