“Tell me.”
“Seeing your tits got me so hard, Sunny,” I admit. “That’s how much.”
Breathing out a sound somewhere between a giggle and a moan, Charley asks, “Does that mean you’re touching yourself right now?”
Oh, fuck.
“Do you want me to be?”
“Maybe I do,” she says softly. “Is that bad?”
“No, I don’t think so.” My hand slowly strokes my cock through the material. “Does it turn you on knowing I’m hard?”
“Mmhmm.”
Fuck. That’s so hot.
“And what are you gonna do about it?”
“What do you want me to do about it?” she counters, and I swear I could come just from the sultry sound of her voice.
“I want you to slip your hand inside your panties and feel how wet you are,” I instruct her, shoving my boxer briefs downenough to free my dick. “And I want you to walk me through it since I’m not there to see for myself.”
“Graham,” she murmurs with a nervous laugh. “I can’t do that.”
“Yes, you can. Now, tell me how wet your pussy is, Sunny.”
Charley moans. “She’s so wet thinking about you touching yourself.”
“I am,” I rasp. “My hand’s stroking my dick while I imagine your sweet pussy wrapped around me. Slip a finger inside,” I tell her. “You’re nice and tight for me, aren’t you, Sunny?”
“Mmhmm.”
My heart is pounding in my ears, imagining what it would be like to bury myself deep inside of her again. “If I was there right now, what would you want me to do to you?”
“Graham…” Charley giggles, the sexy sound morphing into a groan as I imagine her continuing to finger herself.
“I wanna hear it,” I push. “Would you want it to be my finger in your cunt instead of yours?”
“Yes…”
“Bring your fingers to your clit,” I say, hand pumping my cock faster as heat and arousal flood my system. “You want them to be my tongue instead?”
“Fuck,” Charley gasps. “Yes.”
“You’d let me lick and suck on your clit while my fingers fucked your tight little pussy?”
She moans, and it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“I’d make you come all over my fingers, getting you nice and ready to take my cock. Would you want that too?”
“Yes, fuck me, Graham.”
“Stretch that tight little pussy of yours,” I growl. “Fuck, it’d feel so good.”
Charley moans some more. I desperately want to see her, to watch her touch herself to the fantasy I’m laying out for her. It’sright there on the tip of my tongue to tell her to turn the camera on and I’ll do the same, but something aboutnotseeing makes it so much hotter. Knowing I’m turning her on with nothing more than my words.
“I don’t remember you being much of a dirty talker before,” Charley says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. “And I gotta say, it’s doing it for me.”
