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She gets onto the bed. “I need to prop the phone up.” I don’t know if she’s telling me or herself. But she turns, and I see her bare back before she grabs a couple of pillows and props the phone on them, then moves back, and I see her naked. Her legs spread and show me what I’ve been missing since Sunday. “I want to see some dick, Stone,” she demands. I pull off my shirt, and she literally moans as I see her fingers working between her legs.

I put the phone at the end of the bed with pillows behind it like she did. Getting on my knees, I pull my track pants down for her to watch my cock spring out. Her head goes back as she moans. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes,” she pants, “did I ever miss you.”

“Where is the toy?” I ask, and she holds it up with the hand that isn’t playing with herself. “Are you wet?”

“Yes.” Her nipples are so tight all I want to do is bite them. “Put it in you,” I direct her, and she rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit before she slips it in. “Nice and slow,” I say as I grip the base of my cock. “Make sure the flicker is at your clit,” I tell her of the little piece at the top of the vibrator that moves like a tongue.

“It is,” she confirms, rolling one of her nipples between her fingers.

“Turn on the flicker first.” She presses the button, and her hips lift off the bed.

“Oh,” she breathes out. “I was not expecting that.”

“What does it feel like?” I watch her face, my cock hard in my hand.

“Like you licking me.” Her breathing is now coming in spurts.

“Turn on the G-spot,” I order her, and she presses the button. Her head falls back against the pillows while her free hand comes up to squeeze her tit.

“Tell me what it feels like.” The noises she’s making push me closer and closer and closer to the edge, so I slow my strokes.

“It feels like—” she says as she closes her knees.

“Keep those legs open so I can see that juicy pink pussy,” I command her.

“It’s too much.” She moves her hips, and I know she’s close.

“Put it on higher,” I order, and she shakes her head side to side. “Be a good girl and show me my pussy.” Her legs open wide, but she bends her legs at the knees. “That’s my good girl. You know what you need?” She doesn’t answer because she’s focusing on the feeling rushing over her. “My cock in your mouth.”

“Yes,” she agrees breathlessly.

I stroke my cock faster, knowing she’s almost there. “Me standing over you. Fucking your face.” Her hips move faster as she chases the orgasm. “My hand pulling your hair while I make you choke on my cock.”

“Yes, yes!” she pants. “Oh, God, yes.”

“You want to choke on my cock, gorgeous?” She moans. “Nothing is more beautiful than when you take my cock.” She pulls her legs back. “In your pussy.” My balls get tight, and I know I’m going to come any second. “In your mouth, coming right down your throat.” I watch as she comes all over that fucking toy, wishing it was my cock as I come all over my hand.

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The alarm goes off, and I roll over in my bed to grab it from under the pillow beside me. After I press snooze and turn back over, the smell of Stone fills my nose, making me bury my face deeper into the pillow. I pull the comforter closer to me and curl up in a ball before my phone rings, but it’s not my alarm. “Hello.” I put the phone to my ear without checking who it is.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Stone greets me, and he sounds like he’s awake.

“Why are you so chipper?” I turn on my back and blink once and then twice before my eyes get used to the sunlight streaming through the windows. His laughter makes my stomach flutter.

“I wish I was there to bring you coffee,” he says.

“You and me both.” I finally toss the covers off me and throw my legs over the side of the bed to get up. “You and me both,” I repeat when I hear a car door slam on his side of the phone.

“Where the hell are you going at the ass crack of dawn?” I ask and then want to kick myself for asking. I’ve been very, very good about not asking him any questions. Not that I didn’t want to know what he was doing every day, but because I don’t want him to think I am more involved than I am. Did I want to call him every morning to ask him how his night was? Yes. Did I do it? Absolutely fucking not. Did I want to FaceTime him when I had a second during the day to see how he was doing and what he was doing? Again, the answer is yes. But did I do it? I would rather walk on coals with no shoes for seven days than do what I wanted to do.

“I have a game tomorrow, so today is a two-workout day. I’m going in before on-ice training starts so I can do some weightlifting.”

“That sounds like a lot of work.” I walk to the kitchen and start my coffee, looking down at the white shirt I’ve been wearing to bed every night since we were together.

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