Page 39 of See You Next Winter
She scoots down the bed until her feet are on either side of the chair and adjusts the camera angle so I can still see all of her.
“Hey,” I say, before she gets started. “Kiss me.”
“What?”
“Pick up the phone and kiss me real quick.”
Her screen only shows my face, I’m the one getting a private show here, but I’d rather she focus on herself than what I’m doing off camera. Still, if I was there, this is a moment where I’d make her pause for a kiss. Those soft moments before things get intense between us are the ones I love most.
“You’re so silly,” she laughs, but she does it anyway, smacking her lips against the phone screen and then setting me back down.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Areyou?”
“Fully cocked and loaded.” That’s no lie, I’m not sure I’ve ever been harder. I angle my phone to show her and the tip leaks with pre-cum. She moans when I smear it around, careful not to reach the point of no return before she does.
Kayla hitches one knee higher, opening up for a better view and I get the perfect angle of her toy plunging in to the hilt. Her moan would wake the neighbours. Shit, it might even wake Cameron if he’s not awake already. I don’t give a fuck though. I want to hear her get loud.
“I need you,” she says, sliding it slowly in and out of her glistening cunt.
“As soon as I can, Bunny, I promise. Go faster.”
There’s no holding back now, my fist picking up the pace, gripping tightly as she fucks herself for my eyes only.
“Oh Jesus, Kayla. You’re so fucking pretty, you know that, right? My pretty, pretty girl.”
Calling her‘my girl’isn’t fair on either of us, but it slips out and I love to see the way it affects her. She shifts onto her knees, sinks lower onto her toy, filling every inch. Kayla works her fingers in tight circles over her clit, legs trembling as she struggles to keep herself upright.
“What would you do if you were here?” she asks.
“I’d want to start slow, get on my knees and fuck you slowly with your toy. Watch it fill you until you’re aching to come.”
“I am! I am aching,” she groans, tipping her head back.
“But my cock is so hard right now. I need you so bad, I don’t know if I’d be able to hold back. I’d want to grab your hair and bite your neck and get a little rough with you. Fuck you like you’re mine. Because you are.”
“Oh fuck, Ryan.”
She keeps going, but the sound of my wet hand pumping my dick is all I can hear.
“Don’t forget to breathe, sweetheart,” I tell her, and she lets out a soft laugh. She gets so lost in the moment sometimes. It’s a beautiful thing to witness, but the last thing I need is her passing out on me when I’m a million miles away.
“Last night, did you come?”
“Yes.”
“Who made you come? You or him?”
“Me,” she whines, and I can tell she’s getting close. “I did it.”
“Pathetic,” I groan, my hand stroking faster as I listen to her pretty little noises get louder. “I promise I'll make you come over and over next time I get my hands on you. You won’t have to worry about anything. You can lie back and let me take care of you. Keep rubbing your clit for me. Keep stroking your neck, just the way I would.”
“Please, Ryan, please,” she begs.
“I want to see you come, Kayla. Want to watch you shatter for me. Want to bury my face between your legs when you do so I can taste it and keep you coming over and over. You gonna make a mess for me, my good girl?”
“Yes. Yes. I’m gonna — Oh fuck, Ryan.”
