"Fuck. Penny." His voice sounded strained. "Pump your hand faster."
I followed his instructions.
"Rub your clit with your thumb. Imagine it's me fucking you hard."
"James," I moaned.
"Harder."
I moved my hand faster.
"You're soaking wet for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," I said breathlessly.
"You like when I watch you touch yourself."
It wasn't a question. He knew I liked it. He could see how much I liked it. "James."
"You're so fucking sexy, baby. You're gonna make me cum so hard."
I liked when he talked to me like this.
"Open your eyes and look at the camera. Look at me when you come."
I slowly opened my eyes.
"I wish it was my cock. My fingers. My tongue. God, I love the taste of you. Baby, let me taste you. Lose control. Show me how much you love my tongue. Show me how much your pussy needs me. Show me, baby."
Jesus, that dirty mouth. I felt myself start to pulse around my fingertips. "James," I moaned.
"Fuck," he hissed. By the way he was breathing, I knew he was losing control too. "Fuck," he said again and sighed. "You're so beautiful."
I pulled my fingers out of myself and awkwardly wiped them off on my shirt. I immediately closed my legs and looked away from the camera.
"Baby, look at me."
I glanced back at the camera.
"You're perfect. So fucking perfect." His voice was heavy with lust.
"James, I'm seven months pregnant."
"You are. And just as beautiful as ever. Let me talk to the one on the way."
I smiled. "I'll put you on speaker."
"No, just...just put the phone up to your stomach. I need to have a private conversation with her."
Her. I shook my head. "He'll be happy to hear from you. One sec." I pulled the phone away from my ear and put it up to my stomach.
I turned away from the camera again. I was seven months pregnant and Porter and Briggs were probably watching. They probably saw me looking at the camera. I could feel my face turning red. Would they know James was looking too? Or would they think I was looking at the camera for them? God, I was so embarrassed. It had already been several seconds. James was probably done talking to our baby. I clicked on the speakerphone just to check.
"Your mother has the biggest heart in the world," he said. "Please don't break it. Please don't break mine. And don't come a week late like your sister. We need you to come right around your due date, alright? We're excited to meet you."
Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I should have taken the phone off speaker. He hadn't wanted me to hear him talking. He didn't want me to know he was begging our baby not to hurt me.
The line was silent. I hit it off speaker and pulled the phone back to my ear. "James?"