Elliott: You never need to hide any pieces of yourself from me, Clare.
Clare: Keep talking. Pretty sure a combination of your filthy mouth and your touching sweetness is gonna bag me a screaming O without using any of these toys I have next to me on my bed.
His dick twitched, reminding him that it was still there, still rock hard, weeping and aching for release. He curled his fingers around the base and pumped twice, long, languid strokes. He wished he could reach through the phone and trace his fingers along the scalloped black lace on her tits.
He wanted to worship at the Temple of Clare, to make her soaking wet and desperate with need before making her come so intensely, and so often, that she couldn’t remember her ex’s names. Then he wanted to fuck her so hard, she forgot her own.
Clare: Wanna pick which toy I should play with?
She sent him a picture of the vibrators and toys next to her on the bed. It looked like some strange perp line up, and he got to pick the one who did it—or rather, would do it. He chuckled at how open she was about her toys, if only he could get her to be so at ease with her body, too.
Elliott: Is that a glass… tentacle?
Clare: I like the bumps.
Elliott: Is that a fist?
Clare: I like feeling full.
He liked that she wasn’t defensive, or trying to deflect. She was simply telling him what she liked about each of the toys.
Elliott: What’s the thing with three… parts?
Clare: That’s my tri-brator, for when I’m feeling a lil kinky and want something in my butt.
A little kinky. Clare Reynolds. Kinky. In the name of all that was holy, how was this his life? His sweet and innocent best friend from childhood had a sex toy collection that only wet dreams were made of.
Clare: You better not be judging me Elliott Swift.
Elliott: I’d never dream of it. I’m distracted by that snail looking thing. What’s that?
Clare: It’s my snail vibe. The concept is actually kinda genius. The trouble with most rabbit vibrators is that the two arms don’t always align… uh… where I need them to. This thing? Well. The clit stimulator unfurls as you insert the toy. No matter how deep you insert that nub on the far left, the curly vibe on top will always be resting on your clit.
Clare: My clit.
Elliott: Fuck.
He wanted her clit between his fucking teeth so he could flick it with the tip of his tongue and make her mewl.
Elliott: I want that pink swirly unicorn horn inside you now.
Clare: Ah. Ah. Ah. I wants don’t get.
Elliott: I’m about three minutes from blowing my load all over those creamy tits of yours on my screen. I need it inside you. Now.
Clare: Say please.
Elliott: I’m trying so hard not to embarrass myself right now. Please hurry up, Clare.
He gritted his teeth and hissed as the pressure grew in his balls. Another picture appeared on his screen, this one was of her pussy, and the glass unicorn horn buried all the way inside her.
The familiar tingle of release prickled at the base of his spine as he tightened his grip on his cock.
Elliott: Such a pretty pussy. Circle that clit for me.
Clare: Pick a toy.
Elliott: The purple suction one. And you’d better enjoy everything it has to offer, because once I’m back in town you’re coming on my fucking tongue.
