Page 25 of Caught A Vibe

“Okay, I will. I just don’t want to dump it all in your lap tonight. You already said you had a bad day.” His sincere words and quiet delivery soothe me. I’m already struggling to remember why I was upset. The peace he gives me with his voice alone… The only thing better would be if he was snuggled in next to me on the couch so I could feel his words rumble through my chest.

“I wish you were here,” I say, my throat thick with emotions I’m not ready to claim.

“I wish I was too.” He settles in on his bed with his laptop next to him, mirroring me, and removes his glasses, rubbing his tired eyes. “If I was there, what would you want me to do?” His voice goes low and gravelly, vibrating through my chest, leaving goose bumps in its wake.

I cannot help the violent blush my wild thoughts bring to my face, nor can I bring myself to answer truthfully.I would strip you naked and ride you till morningfeels awfully forward, if one hundred percent accurate.

“Oh really?” He grins. “So naughty you turn beet red and can’t speak? I think I like whatever just flashed through your mind… Want to know what I’d do?”

My eyes snap to the screen, and I draw in a deep breath. Am I ready for this? Once we open this door, there’s no going back. I hate the idea of initiating sexytimes online. It feels so skeevy. But these are extraordinary times, and I am horny as fuck. And most importantly, I trust him more than any other man I’ve let into my life. I nod and my voice comes out breathy as I reply, “What would you do?”

I roll to my side so he can see me from the waist up. Crossing my arm across my chest, I deliberately plump my breasts higher. His gaze drops, and I grin at the look I see on his face. I believe the word issmitten.

“Before or after I get you completely naked?”

Maybe he really could see what flashed through my mind. Or maybe he’s just as horny as I am. But he’s still giving me the choice to lead us into temptation or not. I smile and arch my back, causing my nipples to rub delightfully against the inside of my shirt. One benefit to staying home is the ability to go braless. I am thankful for my freedom of movement right now.

“After,” I whisper.

His gaze sharpens on mine, trying to read me. It’s now or never. I want this too badly to pump the brakes. I squeeze my aching breast in my hand, deliberately pinching my pebbled nipple with a gasp, letting him see I am all in.

“Are your breasts all swollen and sensitive?” he asks.

I nod and squeeze the other one with a groan.

“I would take them in my hands and hold them to my mouth, so I could lick and suck on those pretty nipples of yours. They get so hard when I roll them with my tongue. I wish I could see them all red and rosy right now.”

Wordlessly I pull my shirt up over my head, freeing my breasts and baring them to his gaze.

“Oh God, babe. Those tits…” He runs out of words as his eyes follow my fingers along the path of my exposed curves. I like rendering him speechless.

“What would you do next?” I prompt, wanting to know where he’ll take this.

“I’d kiss you deep and long so you know just how fucking incredible you are and how much I’ve missed you.” His hand dips off-screen as he adjusts himself and closes his eyes.

“Hey, no fair. I can’t see you. Tit for tat and all that.”

“You want to see my tat?”

“If your tat is on your cock, then yes. Yes, I do.”

He growls and shifts his laptop so I can see more of him, and a groan escapes me as he palms himself through his jeans.

“Where would you kiss me?” I ask, my desire driving me to get to the good stuff.

“I’d start at your lips and move my way down your body. Your collarbone, those perfect breasts, your belly, until I get down to your hot pussy.” I press my fingers to each spot he names, desperate to feel what he’s imagining.

I run my hand along the seam of my yoga pants, teasing us both.

“Now who’s not being fair?”

I shove my coffee table back with my foot, not caring about the papers that scatter on the floor. Now most of my body is in frame. “Better?”

“Much. Where was I?”

“You were kissing my pussy.” I’m proud I manage to say it without stuttering.

“Ah, that’s right. I’d give it a nice deep kiss and then…”

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