Page 35 of Dashing for Love

“Hi,” she answers. “How does this work, exactly?”

I give a low laugh. “Pretty easily. Because I’m looking at your beautiful body, and I’m remembering what it felt like to feel your hot pussy against my cock.” I slide my hand into my boxers and slide them down so she can see as I take myself in hand.

“Oh my God,” she breathes. “That’s so fucking hot.” She moves, and it reveals another inch of skin.

I groan. “And I’m looking at that strip of skin above your shorts. I want to lick it, then take one of those nipples in my mouth, feel it grow taut against my lips.” I pump myself slowly.

She puts her hand in her shorts.

“Fuck, Dawn. Are you going to get yourself off with me?”

“Uh-hmm,” she whines softly.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

“So wet already.”

My mouth dries. “Show me.”

She pulls her hand out and holds her fingers to the camera, where they glisten.

“Good girl,” I grit out, pumping faster now.

“Holy shit, you just said good girl.” She shoves her hand back into her shorts, gasping as her fingers make contact. “More. Talk more.”

Whatever she wants.“You can see what I’m doing, Dawn, how hard I am for you. Are you playing with your clit?”

“Yes,” she says on an inhale.

“Do you like it hard or soft? I want to know so that I’ll do it right when it’s my hand in there.”

“Hard.” Her knees come on screen, and she raises her hips.

“Fuck me, Dawn. Did you stick a finger in that sweet pussy?”

“Yes, holy?—”

“Just one?” I grip myself hard, pumping the shaft and swirling the precum around my head.

“Two. Oh my God, so hot. So,fuck—” She cuts off and moans, her hips swiveling and tits bouncing. “So fast. I’m going to come,” she whines.

“Come,” I urge, feeling my own orgasm starting to build. “Don’t you dare be quiet.”

She isn’t.

I watch, enraptured, as she brings herself to completion on the screen in front of me. The vision is seared into my mind for eternity, her hand down her shorts, her knees splayed wide, the skin of her stomach on display, the nightshirt bunched under breasts that are beyond perfect.

“Fuck!” I come with a roar, my own release catching me so off-guard that everything goes black for a second.

“Yes, God,yes,you’re so fucking hot,” she says as I release on my stomach.

We breathe, and it’s almost like the aftermath of the kiss earlier tonight. As though we both need to gather ourselves. After a few moments, she slides her hand out of her shorts, and all I can think is how desperate I am to taste her.

I reach over to my nightstand and grab some tissues to clean myself up, then tuck myself into my boxers.

“That’s a hell of a way to use the video function,” I eventually say.

She laughs, loud and deep. “Yes, it is.” Then she yawns. “Is it bad that I’m so tired?”

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