Kicking my feet like crazy, the bedding flies down to the end of the bed, and I then use them to prop my phone so he can see me,all of me.
“I’m not cold,” I mumble, and he sniggers.
“I bet you’re burning up. The flush on your body tells me you’re so fucking turned on. Show me. Get that underwear off, I want to see your pretty little pussy dripping from thinking about me touching you.” His eyes are so dark staring at me as I momentarily take my hand out and slip off my panties and then my bra. The cold air on my nipples is biting and feels perfect.
“Absolutely stunning.” I can barely hear his gravelly whisper, but his pupils dilating and the pain on his face tells me his anguish at not being here with me.
He props his phone on his nightstand, and that’s when I see he’s just in his underwear, and there is no hiding how hard he is. Just that vision of what I’m doing to him has my heart pounding harder than I thought was possible.
“Please, Landon, I…” I can’t even describe how on edge I am.
“What do you want, temptress, to come? Is that it?” That rasp does things to me I didn’t think were possible with just a voice.And at the same time, he pushes his boxers off and I finally see his cock in all its glory. Standing strong, engorged, and the tip glistening in the lamplight from the precum.
“Yesss,” I moan.
“You will wait until I allow it.” Leaning back on his headboard, he strokes his cock slowly, taking in the show.
I bite down on my lip so hard to stave off my release because I have this unwavering need to please him.
“Stick two fingers in, I want to hear what a mess you are.” Quickly I push them inside myself and leave my thumb on my clit and start moving. “Yes, like that. Fuck yourself and picture it’s this cock in there, driving into you so hard that you can’t breathe.” His voice is not as solid now; he is struggling to hold on too.
The moans coming from my lips are wild and frenzied.
“Squeeze that tit. I want it all, show me how you like it.” My left hand jumps to my breast, molding it rapidly, knowing no matter what he says, I’m about to explode. I don’t think I can hold onto this much longer. “Take you nipple between your thumb and finger, and when I tell you, you are going to pinch and pull it so tightly as you scream my name and come for me. Just for me.” He growls, his hand moving on his cock harder and faster.
His other hand is fisted tightly in the sheet beside him, and his breathing is rapid and heavy, like mine.
“Is this what you wanted, to bring me to my knees, temptress? Where I can’t stop because I can’t fucking resist you.” I can feel his deep stare boring into my eyes, even from the end of my bed.
“Yesss,” I drag out. “You played… the game… too,” I chant.
“But it’s not your game anymore, is it, temptress. It’s mine. You look so glorious like this. Flushed, sweaty, body writhing just for me.”
“Please…” I call to him, my body arching like he is playing me as his puppet on strings.
“Now!” His deep growl radiates through me. “Pinch it now and come all over those fingers, just for me.”
The pain that radiates through my nipple goes straight to my sex, my whole torso lifting off the bed as I turn my head and scream his name into my pillow to muffle the sound. With my eyes squeezed tight, fireworks explode in front of them as I almost stop breathing.
“Ride it out, beautiful, don’t stop. Feel it all the way to the end. Rub that clit while you pussy is clenching tightly around your fingers.” His words surround me as I feel like I’m in another world.
“Fuuuuuuuck.” His deep grunt has my eyes opening, and I see him come all over his chest, and it’s magnificent and powerful all at once.
All I can hear is both our heavy breathing that’s filling the silence of the night. And as my body starts coming down from the high, the embarrassment of what I’ve just done starts sweeping over me. I’ve never had phone sex before, but it’s the way I just let Landon play my body that has me so self-conscious. Reaching down the bed, I grab my phone and the blankets at the same time, dragging them up to cover my naked body.
“Don’t do that.” His voice comes through the phone as I get comfortable again.
“Do what?” I ask as I look at him still sitting on his bed, completely naked and in no great hurry to move.
“Hide from me,” he replies. “You are a beautiful woman I wish I could lie with, wrapped in my arms, caressing you all night.”
How can he be so bossy and controlling one minute and soft and sweet the next. My mind is reeling, trying to jump so quickly between the two.
“I’m not hiding, I’m just cold.” I lie through my teeth as he starts to laugh.
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a terrible liar?” He slides down his bed and then pulls his covers over himself as well, before reaching out for his phone. We are now both looking deep into each other’s eyes.
“All the time growing up. My mom especially.” I smirk at him.
