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“Get naked.” His boisterous laughter fills the room as I slide my shorts and panties over my thighs and down my legs. “And let me see you.”
“So bossy,” he quips.
“We’re in this together.” I toss his words back at him. My confidence grows with each second that passes. He wants this as much as I do.
He turns his screen so I can see. His T-shirt is the first to go, and his six-pack abs appear on the screen. His shorts hang loose on his hips, and the V that women go crazy for makes an appearance. His shorts go next, and I watch in fascination as he grips his cock and strokes it. He’s rougher than I would have been, and I make a mental note for the next time we’re together.
“Peyton.” His voice is strained. “Touch yourself.”
“Where?” Again, my voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s all breathy and sensual, and so not like me.
He moans. “Your tits. Pretend it’s me.”
“Is that what you’re doing? Pretending it’s my hand that’s stroking your cock?” Who am I? I’ve never talked like this in my life.
“Fuck yes,” he says, his hand moving a little faster. “Pinch your nipples.” I do as he says. “Damn,” he mumbles.
“I don’t know how to do this.” The confession rolls off my tongue easily. This is my Griffin, so I can be honest with him.
“This is a first for me too. We just do what feels right?”
“Yeah,” I agree, tweaking my nipple.
“Do you have a vibrator?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Use it… or your fingers. I don’t care. Just touch yourself. I need to see you.”
Reaching into the nightstand, I pull out my hot-pink vibrator and climb on the bed. Instead of using it right away, I let my hands travel south, and when I reach the apex of my thighs, I stroke my clit.
“Have you used it? Since we got together?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think about me?” he asks, his voice thick.
“Yes.”
“Move the camera,” he tells me. “I want to watch you.”
I adjust my computer, and he sucks in a breath. “Fuck, I could come just like this. Just watching you.”
“I want to see you.”
He adjusts his screen as well, and my breath hitches when I see that he’s now lying on the bed, and his hard length is wrapped up in his tight fist. He’s not stroking himself, just holding his cock.
“Does it hurt?”
“To be away from you? Yes.”
“No, I mean… your grip is so tight.”
“I’m trying not to come.”
“But isn’t that the point?”
“You first, beautiful. You’re always first.”
“Together,” I suggest.
“Grab your vibrator. Show me how you make yourself come.”
“It doesn’t take much when I think about you.”
“Good. I’m losing my fucking mind over here.”
Grabbing my battery-operated friend, I turn it on and hold it against my clit. I know this isn’t exactly how I’m supposed to use it, but the vibration against my clit lets me know it’s still doing its job. My back arches off the bed, and he hisses. My spare hand moves farther south, and I dip my finger inside.
“Jesus, I can hear how wet you are,” he says, his voice strained.
“For you, Griffin.” I close my eyes and just feel.
“Only for me.”
“Yes,” I say as my legs come together.
“No. No, open them. I need to watch you. Please.” His voice is pleading.
Forcing myself to let my legs fall open, I also make my eyes do the same, and what I see on the screen pushes me over the edge. Just like that. All it takes is watching his hand gripping and stroking his cock. His grip is tight and his strokes are feverish as his hand strokes from root to tip. Seeing him pushes me over the edge of bliss as I fly apart at the seams. My orgasm rolls through me like a violent storm.
“Fuck, baby,” Griffin grunts as he explodes all over his chest.
I watch with rapt attention as he comes down from the high of his release. “I wish I was there,” I whisper. I would give anything to be next to him. To feel the heat of his skin pressed to mine.
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
“I miss you.”
“I miss you too.”
“We should do… this more often,” I suggest with a lazy, satisfied smile.
“I agree with you,” he says. “I can’t wait to see you in the flesh. I can’t wait to hold you in my arms and feel you when you come.”
“And now you have me ready to do it all over again,” I tell him, and his laughter fills the room.
“Go get cleaned up, and I’ll do the same. Call me when you’re done. We’ll watch a movie.”
“Okay.” Sliding off the bed, I go to end the call, but he’s still connected. “Griff?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“Never thank me for being there for you or for pleasing you. It’s just as much for me as it is for you.”
