Page 74 of Estranged Heart
“Yeah. I want to see too. Will you let me?”
His breaths stutter. “Okay. I’ve never done this before. I’m sorry if I’m bad.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, and I clearly need to find a way to make you remember not to when you’ve done nothing wrong.”
“How so?” He makes shuffling sounds on the other end and seconds later my phone asks me to accept the video call. I do and there he is, flustered with damp hair. I could look at him all night and day.
His pale skin looks so soft against the white sheets, nipples hard and darkening in color. My cock twitches and I hold my hand still, using the other to position the phone with two throw pillows.
“That’s much better.” I turn my head fully and his lips arch up into a smile, a deep pink from being bitten and licked too much.
“Aren’t you going to tell me how you’ll make me remember?”
“You’ll see soon enough. Fuck, look at you, Sunshine. I need to see more. Give me a peek of that pretty cock. Lower the blanket. Go slow.” I want to take my time appreciating every bit of him the way you would a slice of heavenly cake, by savoring every sweet bite that explodes on your tongue.
His bottom lip slips between his teeth and he pushes down the blanket at an agonizing pace. His taut belly is gradually exposed to me and then the rusty pink tip of his dick is revealed next. He’s leaking. So hard and swollen. My mouth fills with saliva and I lower my body on the couch, slowly touching myself again.
More of his cock shows up on screen and he keeps going until I can see almost the whole front of his body. Growing harder, histip drips some more, and I love how those slender fingers lightly graze over the top side of his long shaft. “I want to see you too.”
“Not this time, baby. You need to earn it. We’ll see if you can by tomorrow night.”
“Wait . . . that's cruel.”
I snort and then chuckle. “I know, but I’m doing this for you. Trying to help you break a bad habit.”
Divots appear between his eyebrows when he frowns. “Well, it still sucks. I like seeing how hard you get with me.”
“Then prove to me how much by following our number one rule,” I say sternly.
“Fine.” He blows out a breath, appearing frustrated.
“So, you going to show me how you tire yourself out, or what?”
“Maybe.” His smile is back and devious. He runs a finger up and down his length. First on top, then on each side, before closing a fist around his hardening cock. I can’t believe I’m having phone sex when I’d never seen the point in it before, but once I get going I can’t stop.
“So beautiful. I wish I could touch you.” The deprivation is driving me crazy, a hunger surging inside me that’s only partly satisfied by the memory of his skin twitching beneath my fingers yesterday. Those goosebumps forming from my gentle strokes are more visible the more he brushes his skin with the sheet.
“Me too.” His chest moves up and down as he slowly pumps his cock, the pink from his cheeks spreading all over every part of his skin. His eyes flutter closed and he whimpers.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Imagine I’m right beside you, my fingers stroking your nipples one at a time.”
One of his hands becomes mine and he rolls one of his hard nubs between his fingers, chest raising to the ceiling.
“My hand slides down your body and between your thighs, squeezing your balls. You feel us together, baby?” My breaths grow heavy and my stomach tightens as I get closer to eruption.“You feel my fingers brushing over your taint, nearing that delicious, needy hole?”
He bends his body, lifting one of his legs so he can reach more of himself, and he jerks forward. Nostrils flaring and mouth parted, he moves his hand fast, bucking his hips as he buries his other hand further between his legs, pressing on his hole. Broken moans are mixed with jagged breaths.
“Ooohhh.” His body folds over, and seeing him lose himself in pleasure sends tingles down my spine. I buck forward, thinking about the way that tight channel looks squeezing around his fingers. He felt so good around my cock. Like a damn vise—tight and tugging.
“Come for me, baby. Let that slutty hole pulse around my fingers as I rub over the spot that always needs so much attention. Let me give it to you. Let me relieve that pressure you feel.”
He comes on a shout, and his sounds echo all around me, ricocheting off my walls. I didn’t realize how much I needed them here. With my hips thrusting faster and delicious heat bursting inside me, I keep my eyes on him. Hair mused and eyes red rimmed, he appears so wrecked. He dips his fingers in the mess on his stomach, and the slurping sounds he makes when he brings them to his mouth cause blood to rush in my ears, ripples of electric sensations surging through me.
My panting mixes with chaotic laughter, and I tug on my bottom lip with my teeth, drunk off my orgasm. “I want you to spend the night with me on Saturday night.”
“Really?” His eyebrows jump near his hairline.
“Really,” I repeat.
