Page 51 of Our Unexpected Beginning
“See, nothing to miss.”
“You’re so beautiful.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls you knock up in town.”
“No, just the ones with the prettiest eyes.”
“They’d be even prettier looking up from my knees.”
“Fuck, you’ve got the dirtiest mouth. I love it.”
“Yeah well because someone has super swimmers all I want to do all day is fuck.”
“Shame I’m not there.”
“Yeah, you can’t stop me from doing this.”She dropped the phone on the bed and Graham saw the ceiling to her bedroom. A blue fabric fell onto the screen and Graham heard Julia rustling on the bed and then she came back into view. “Better.”
“What did–” his words trail off into a groan.
Lying on the bed she held the phone far enough away for him to see that she was topless. Her hair fanned out beneath her on the bed. “You miss me?”
“Yes, kitten. I do.”
“Show me.”She gazed at him wide-eyed and he brought the phone closer to his face, wishing he could touch her through the distance.
Her breath caught and Graham watched as she leaned against the pillows, propping her phone–him–on the pillow next to her.
Graham gripped his phone tighter. “Such a shame you’re not here to scrub the day away.”
“Sir.”She licked her bottom lip and his cock twitched. “Please.”
Graham moved and angled himself for her perverse viewing pleasure. He tugged the buttons to his jeans and inched them down the Vee of his waist.
Julia’s eyes were transfixed on his fist wrapped around his cock, the slow and steady strokes in tempo with his soft grunts.
“Fuck.”Julia moaned and her breath shuddered. “Sir.”
Graham adjusted the angle of the phone and the new perspective had him wishing she was there to kneel for him.
“Can you feel my tongue?”
Graham groaned.
“Your hands in my hair. Making me take it down.”
“You’re so beautiful when you kneel for me.”
Julia gripped her breast and began to writhe on the bed, she moaned into the pillows.“Fuck, Graham.”
“You want to watch as I fuck my fist?” he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. “Wishing it was that beautiful sweet pussy. Fuck, Jules.”
She bit her lip and nodded, unable to form words.
Graham continued to watch her, his own hand moving faster as he stroked himself. Her fingers pinched her nipple, eliciting the most delicious moans. “Harder.”
Julia cried out, her moans filling the room through the speaker. Graham didn’t care if they heard him from the next camper.
He stopped stroking himself. “Are you touching yourself, kitten?” Before she answered, he spat in his hand and wrapped his fist around his cock. His fingers tight under the crown, pulling the hard flesh aching to feel her between his thighs.
