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“I’ve recently discovered a way that you can be a morning person though.” His smirk was enough to get me shifting in my seat.
Because it was true.
While it was only one morning thus far, it seemed to be a great way to get me to wake up and be fully with the program.
“I miss what you do to my body,” I whispered. “My toys just aren’t the same as your mouth and fingers.”
“Savannah Slate, do you have a dildo?”
“Mm. Yes. One that has rabbit ears, another that’s generally too girthy but does nice things to my clit, and another that’s supposed to be a sucker but it doesn’t do much of anything for me. Especially now that your sucking is so fresh in my mind...” I could see in the viewfinder that my face was flaming red, but other than the embarrassment of talking to him about unmentionable toys...
I wasn’t really embarrassed to talk about what he did to my body.
“Fuck, I’m hard.”
“I’m wet,” I admitted, shifting once again.
“Hold that thought.” He was up and moving, and I heard the click of a lock before he went back to where he was. In all the movement, I was able to gather he was in his bedroom.
“Will you touch yourself for me, Savannah?” He asked, his voice low and throaty as he went back to his bed.
“Mhmm.” I nodded and slipped a hand under the band of my leggings, under my thong, and found my clit. I was certainly wet already, and my fingers were able to rub over the slick nub easily.
I’d never done the phone sex thing, so I stayed quiet even though I wanted to moan.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“I am.”
“Don’t be afraid to let me hear those breathy sighs of yours.”
“Okay.” I continued to rub my clit in soft circles, biting my bottom lip. Watching him watch my face was a turn on itself. His pupils became dilated and his mouth parted. There was a shift to the camera then...
“Are you touching yourself?” I asked, bravely.
“Fuck, yes. Next time, it will be your hand. Your mouth. I want your pretty lips surrounding my cock, Savannah. Your tongue swirling the tip. I want... Shit, I want to see you. Not just your face.”
“I... Just... How about...” I removed my hand from my pants and put the phone down on my bed.
“Where did you go?”
“One second!” In my closet was a two-by-two cube organizer that I hadn’t been using but never got around to taking apart. I moved to the foot of my bed before grabbing a couple of paperbacks to stack.
Then, picking the phone back up, I propped it against the books so the view finder had a clear view of my bed.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I laughed, but I was in need of an orgasm, and the ones I had last night with my toys just weren’t good enough. “Is this okay?” I asked, leaning into the bed and dropping my head so I could look into the camera.
“Fuck yes, it’s okay.”
He was suddenly moving too and if I had to guess, he’s propped his phone up on his dresser, because now all I could see were his hips. He was wearing sweatpants again, that did nothing to hide just how turned on he was.
I pulled my leggings off and sat back on my bed, my thighs spread wide.
That was...
Never a sight I’d seen and never a sight I wanted to see again, I thought, focusing on the smaller of the video screens.
“Shoot, Ryan. That’s... No.” I closed my thighs and moved off the bed again.
