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She breathes hard into the phone. "It's off."
Heat spreads through my body, but I can't give in. Not yet. "What's left?"
"A pink bra and a thong."
Fuck, she must look amazing. The pink pressed against her soft skin. The fabric straining over the curves of her hips. Her lips curled into a coy smile. Her cheeks flushed the same pink as her bra. Mhmm. I want to be there, to peel her bra off her shoulders and bring my mouth to her nipples. To slide her panties down her hips and rub her until she's screaming my name. She's so fucking sexy, and she's so far away.
My cock constricts. God, if she was here...
"I bet you look fucking divine," I say.
"If you ask nicely, I might send you a picture."
"Hell yes."
She moans into the phone. "That isn't that nice." She's enjoying her turn at torturing me.
"Pretty please." I need that picture, and I need it now.
Her moan is lower, louder. "That's pretty nice..."
"Please, Miss Summers, let me see how amazing you look, so I can go crazy wishing I was next to you."
My phone buzzes with the picture message. She's even more divine than she was in my imagination. She's looking at the mirror with fuck me eyes--that look that says she'd kill to have me inside of her.
Her teeth are sinking into her lip. One hand is on her phone. The other is running over the cups of her bra. It's that pink lacy one, and its straps are falling off her shoulders. Her back is arched and her cheeks are flushed.
It's like she's begging me to touch her. Like she's begging me to run my hands along the edges of her bra. She'd be squirming and groaning, her eyes closed as she fills with pleasure. And she'd arch and groan and pant, begging me to go inside her bra.
"Fuck." My breath is heavy. "You're so fucking sexy." I put my phone on speaker and slide out of my jeans. "Fuck, Ally, I'm going to get you back for all this torture."
"What are you going to do?" she asks.
"I'm going to peel off that bra," I say. "Slowly. Very slowly. And I'm going to take in every inch of you with my eyes, because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and God, I love your body. And fuck, your breasts are amazing. They're so round and firm, and honestly, it's a crime that you ever wear clothing."
Her breath gets heavier. "And?"
"And I'm going to touch you so lightly you can barely feel it. Just my fingertips on your back and your stomach and your shoulders. And, slowly, very slowly, I'll work my way to your breasts. And then I'll stop. I'll wait until you're writing in agony, until you tug my hair and scream my name, and then, and only then, I'll rub my thumbs over your nipples."
She moans into the phone.
"God, I wish I could do it right now. It's so sexy when you do that. It drives me fucking crazy. I want to fuck you so badly, but I can't stop watching you fill with pleasure. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
I want her so much, my body is tingling with desire.
"Are you still dressed?" she asks.
"Just the boxers."
"Take them off," she says. "I want to hear you touch yourself."
I slide out of my boxers and shift onto the bed. If she were here... Jesus, if she were here.
I put the phone on speaker, and run my fingers along my cock. "I'm going to fuck you properly when I'm back home," I groan. "But not until you're begging me to do it."
My breath gets heavy. Flashes of Alyssa fill my head. The taste of her skin. The way she groans when I suck on her nipples. God, those nipples, so perky and firm and responsive. I stroke myself. Harder and harder and harder.
Pangs of pleasure shoot through my body.
