DK’s hand reaches forward, his thumb brushing over his own camera lens as if he could feel the texture of my skin through the glass. “I want my hands on you so bad.”
“Where?”
“Everywhere.”
“Here?” I fill my hands with my breasts, tracing the dark points of my nipples while keeping my eyes locked on our spliced images. Seeing his reaction and mine.
“Fuck yes.” DK lets out a low groan, his head dropping back against the headboard, his gaze tracking the movement, his eyes darker and hungrier than before. “Right there,” he murmurs. “Feel how soft and full you are. I want to bury my face between your tits. In the valley that smells like roses. I want to suck your hard nipples into my mouth. Bite them… lick them.”
My pussy throbs with each word, with every hitch of his breath. There is no shame here. His gaze is pure, holy worship.
I slide my hand down past my ribs, over the pouch of my stomach, and guide my fingers lower, shooting him a seductive grin. “You just going to watch, or are you going to play too?”
“I’ve been with you every second.”
“Show me.”
He positions the camera where I can see him from head to thigh. His boxers are pushed below his shaft—thick, erect, and gorgeous.
“I love your dick,” I rasp. “How it feels, so big and heavy. The way it tastes, slick and salty on my tongue.”
“Luna… fuck.” He fists the length, and I’m consumed by smoldering heat. He pushes back harder against the headboard, his groan husky. My gaze follows a thick drop of pre-cum rolling down from his crown to pool at the top of his fist.
Lust courses like a hot river through me. This mutual self-pleasure is different from the time in his bedroom in Chicago. This is close up, nothing else but us on the screen. It’s somehow even more intimate.
His solid chest and soft stomach flex as he strokes himself in a long, slow pumping motion.
“You make me so hot,” I breathe, unable to bear the ache of my tightened nipples. I cup my breasts harder and squeeze.
“There you go, Luna. Take me with you.”
I want this image of us to be burned into his brain the way it will be burned into mine. No video documentation. Just the unforgettable memory of it.
With my eyes locked on his, I glide my hands over my body, feeling the way it moves and flows beneath my hands.
He envelopes the wide head of his dick in his palm. His thumb rubs over his nipple, making me salivate. He’s uninhibited in the way he touches himself, which turns me on even more.
I pinch one of my nipples hard enough to gasp, and knowing the things that drive him wild, I spread my legs, letting him see how wet I am.
DK’s eyes darken to obsidian. “I want to bury my face in your pussy and eat you up. Then slide my dick inside. Feel your tight heat milking me.”
“Yes,” I cry, pushing in two fingers and fucking myself. “I wish you were here. I wish I could feel you filling me, stretching me. Pounding hard into my pussy until I come all over you.”
His breathing intensifies, turning into harsh stabs of sound through the phone speaker. A line of sweat trickles down the center of his torso.
We move together, syncing up our rhythms.
His fist tightens while he jacks himself with brutal speed. My fingertips rub my clit in rapid circles, my hips grinding into my touch. Needing to see his undoing.
“Luna,” he roars at that first burst of semen, then another—a copious stream repeatedly jets against his belly.
The sight of him losing it torches my arousal. My chest heaves as the tension winds tight, tight, and tighter. My heart pounds. My moans grow louder, filling every corner of the room.
“DK.” I break. A deep, pulling orgasm explodes into dazzling pleasure. My body quakes, and I pinch my nipple harder, dragging my other fingers through my wetness as the climax turns my limbs to water.
His heavy-lidded gaze never leaves me. For a long minute, the only sound in both of our bedrooms is the rasping of our breaths.
Slowly, the world stops spinning, and a soft, triumphant smile blooms on my face.
