Page 23 of The Rivals' Touch

As I wait for Bennett to answer the phone, I arrange my hair to fan the pillow.

It connects on the third ring.

“Hi, babe,” his deep voice greets my ear.

Smiling, I twist a strand of my blonde hair around my finger. “Switch your camera on. I have a surprise for you!”

“Okay, hang on.”

I hold the phone up in front of me, so he’ll get the full effect.

“Jesus, fuck!” he blurts when the video turns on. He’s on his bed too. Shirtless. “Fuck, I love you in that!”

I trace a finger over the edge of my red, lace bra. “I wish you were here to touch me. I miss you!”

He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up further. “Babe, I miss you too! When will I see you next?”

A small whimper escapes my lips as I squeeze my breast. I’m horny and sexually frustrated. “This weekend?”

“You know I can’t. We’re traveling for the away game on Friday evening.”

I pout.

“Remove your bra, I want to see your tits.”

I take my time sliding the straps down my shoulders before reaching behind me to undo the clasp. “What would you do to me if you were here now?”

He shoves his hand inside his gray joggers, fisting his length. “I would palm your tits and suck on your nipples.”

I discard the bra beside me on the bed and reach up to tweak my nipples. First my left and then my right.

“God, you’re so beautiful!”

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. “I need you, babe!”

He groans, his eyes half-mast.

“Let me see you.”

Bennett lowers the front of his joggers and palms his big cock. I watch him stroke it, wishing he was here so I could make him feel good.

“Want to suck on it, babe?” he asks.

I nod and slide my hand down my belly, beneath the hemline of my panties. “Yes!”

He begins jerking his dick faster, his hand moving over the thick, veiny length in long strokes. “What else do you want me to do?”

My swollen clit throbs beneath my fingers. I circle it firmly and whimper. “I want you inside me! God, I’m so fucking horny, Bennett! I need you, please!”

Why does he have to be so far away?

“Fuck your pussy for me, babe.”

Inserting a finger, I moan, imagining it’s Bennett’s.

“That’s it, beautiful. Are you wet?”

“Yes!” I breathe, my back arching off the bed. “Bennett!”

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