“God, I miss your tits,” I say. “Pinch your nipples for me, baby.” The endearment slips out without meaning to, but she doesn’t correct me. Probably too far gone in her head to have noticed. Her hands trail to her breasts where she does as I asked. One hand squeezing a breast while the other one tweaks and pinches her nipples. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” she gasps. “But not as good as you. You do this better than me.”
“Good,” I respond, smug. “Keep going.” I lift up so I can whip my own shirt off and drag my sweatpants down my legs, left only in my briefs. I shift back farther on the bed until my erection fits into the camera’s view. My hand falls back to my cock, and I stroke myself slowly through the fabric. “What’s next?”
“I want you to”—she breaks off on a gasp when she pinches her nipple—“touch me.”
“I’m already touching you, so you’ll need to be more specific. Touch you where?” I say, my voice low and deep.
“My… pussy,” she pants out.
“Your wish is my command,” I purr. “Touch yourself.” She dances her fingers along her stomach until she reaches the waistband of her pajama shorts, which sadly for me are off camera. “But let me watch.” She cracks an eye open and shimmies herself along the bed until she’s in full view of the camera. “Fuck.” I can’t help the word from slipping out at the sight of her laid out for me. She lets her eyes open fully and shoots me a knowing smile, keeping eye contact with the camera as she slowly slides the shorts and her underwear down her legs in one single move. I groan at the sight of her. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods. “Soaking.”
“Show me.” Isa dips her fingers between her legs and when she holds them up to the camera, they shimmer, coated in her arousal. “Fuuuuuck. Touch yourself,” I repeat.
“You too,” she says, words slurring a bit with the pleasure as she drops her hand back to her center.
“With pleasure.” I tug my briefs down my legs and toss them away. Her eyes flare when they land on my hard length, the tip glistening with precum. I fist my cock and pump myself slowly at first, waiting to follow her rhythm.
She’s slow and tentative at first. Ghosting a finger over her clit in small circles before she dips it between her thighs into the slickness I know is pooling there and working herself in a faster rhythm.
She whimpers. “I need… more.”
“Then give yourself more. Add a finger,” I instruct. She halts the circles and eases a finger inside with a quiet moan. “Better?” She nods her head but then immediately shakes her head, and I can’t help but smile. “Add another.” She does with a gasp.
“Yes,yes, that’s,” she moans, “good.So good.”
“Gonna come for me?” I grunt out as I pick up the pace of my strokes.
“Yes, I’m so—ah, so close.”
“Come on, baby. Get yourself there.” Tingles travel up my spine as my orgasm nears and I know I’m about to come any second, but I want her to go first. I hold it off for as long as I can while I study her movements. Her body starts to twitch, and I know she’s nearing the brink as well.
“Ryan, fuck, yes,” she gasps, and she begins to convulse as her climax overtakes her.
I follow her over that edge with another two pumps of my hand, coating my hand and stomach with my release.
It’s quiet except for our panting breaths for several moments before Isa’s laugh carries to me through the phone.
“What’s so funny, firecracker?” I ask with a smirk, propping myself up on an elbow to admire her. Her cheeks and chest are flushed red from the orgasm and her hair is a mess from writhing around the pillow, but she’s never looked more beautiful.
“I’ve never done anything like that before,” she says on a laugh. “The phone sex thing. I never knew it could be so…” She trails off.
“Hot?” I supply.
“Yeah,” she breathes out. “That was almost as good as one of my vibrators.”
My eyes narrow into a glare. “Excuse me?Almost as good? Absolutely not. We’ll have to work on improving that.”
She dissolves into giggles on the other end, and it takes everything in me to bite back the words I’m not allowed to say.
TWENTY-FOUR
NO MANHANDLING
ISABELLA
