Page 105 of Stormswept Colorado

He made me feel safe enough that I could be as wild as I liked. He was my sanctuary.

He told me to lie back and run my hands all over myself. I closed my eyes and listened to his voice, not worrying about anything except his next command. It was relaxing. Like the tension I’d been holding bled away, leaving only trust and pleasure.

“Do you want me inside you?” he asked.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I need it. Need to feel you.”

“Are you wet for me?”

Teller’s intense gaze through the screen had me enthralled. Despite the distance between us in reality, he felt so close. Right here in the room with me.

I brought my fingers between my legs. “Dripping for you.”

“Get your toy.”

I reached for the vibrator. He kept talking as I switched it on and massaged the head over my clit. Teller directed the pressure, the speed.

“Use it like it’s my cock, sweetheart.”

I couldn’t believe I was doing this on camera. But it felt so good.

When I pushed the toy inside me, it really felt like Teller was giving this to me. Making me so perfectly content and secure even as the pleasure wound me up and sweat glistened on my skin.

I turned my head to look at him on the screen. His hand was in his sweats, stroking. Sweat shone on his forehead too, and his chest lifted with each heavy breath.

“I want to see you,” I begged. “Please?”

Propping his phone, Teller yanked his shirt over his head and shoved his sweats down. He wasn’t wearing underwear, so his cock slapped his stomach. He fisted his shaft.

It was the most erotic, enticing sight I’d everseen. The man could’ve been a model or a movie star, but I wanted this view only for me. And I loved the way his eyes moved possessively over his screen like he was thinking the same about me.

“Teller, I’m…”

His fist moved faster. “Come with me. Show me how good I make you feel.”

My entire body seized, pleasure overtaking me. But I kept my eyes open to watch as Teller moaned, his hips bucking as he painted his stomach.

Whoa.

Maybe I should’ve recorded that. He was a work of art.

We just stared at one another as we came down from the high. But when Teller shifted like he was going to get up, I said, “Don’t move yet. I need to finish uploading this to the fan site I’m making about you.”

“A fan site, huh?”

“Yep. About the hottest police chief in existence. He acts grumpy, but inside he’s really a big marshmallow.” I giggled. “A sexy marshmallow.”

Teller grinned. “Somebody’s drunk on endorphins.”

“Just drunk on you,” I whispered. “I hope I dream about you tonight. So I can feel you next to me.”

His brows tightened, crinkles appearing around his eyes. “I want that too.”

If I thought too much about the miles separating us, I might cry. So I wasn’t going to do that.

We both got cleaned up and ready for bed. I left my phone on the nightstand, and when I crawled under the covers, Teller was relaxing in his bed on the screen.

I brought him over to my pillow. I loved when we talked in bed like this. We’d been doing it nearly every night, yet it felt new every time.

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