“Here’s hoping tomorrow is exceedingly normal.”
“Thanks.” I smile, though I know she can’t see me. “Look, you sound tired. I should let you go. I kept you up until the wee hours of the morning last night. I’ll let you get—”
“Mmmm, you don’t have to let me go, Ev. You could tuck me in.”
Christ. Does this woman have any idea what she does to me?
“Just gimme a minute to change, ok? Then FaceTime me.”
Her voice is warm and sleepy and sexy, and I take the hotel steps three at a time, thanking God that my room is only on the third floor. I key in and strip down, lying on the bed in just my boxers.
The call goes through, and there’s Molly—every curvy, delicious inch of her—wrapped loosely in a blanket that doesn’t cover much. Naively, I thought she was going to change into pajamas or maybe lingerie. I’ve never been this glad to be wrong.
She’s propped against her headboard, hair tousled, lips curved up in a smile. The swells of her breasts are on display, and God, I wish I was there right now. But seeing her like this is the next best thing, and I don’t want to waste a minute of it.
“Jesus, Molly. You’re a fucking vision.” I let my hand trail down my chest and abs and rest it at the base of my stomach. My dick gets impossibly harder by the second, but I want to make this last as long as I can. I need to make it good for her, even from a thousand miles away.
“Like what you see?” She flirts and adjusts her position, causing the blanket to fall, revealing a perfect pink nipple.
I tilt my head back and stifle a groan. Christ almighty, she has me completely worked up, and we’ve barely begun.
Her laughter carries through the phone line. “Am I making you crazy?” The innocence in her tone doesn’t fool me.
“You know you are.” I palm my cock over my boxers in a vain attempt to relieve some tension. I squeeze, inviting the pain of it, and hiss at the contact.
Molly’s audible sigh tells me she’s liking the show so far. But if I’m the star of this show, it’s not going to last long. I need to see her. I need to watch her touch and tease herself. I need to see and hear her orgasm on the screen in front of me.
“Touch your tits, Molls.” It’s a crude term I’d never use in real life, but the bedroom is sort of an escape for me—it always has been. It’s here that I give into my baser needs and instincts. I don’t hold back. There’s no polish. Just raw need. With Molly, I don’t need to be suave or refined. She wants me just as I am.
And Goddamn, does she respond to that.
She obeys my command—because that’s exactly what it is, and we both know it. Palming the supple flesh, she lifts and squeezes, closing her eyes as a way to control the onslaught of stimulation.
She looks so good, naked and reveling in the pleasure from her own hands, that I take a moment to just watch, before spurring her on with my praise. Each pinch, each squeeze drives me closer to the edge.
“That’s it, gorgeous girl.” I encourage her, as she rolls the tight buds of her nipples between her fingers. “Fuck, Molly, I want my hands on you.”
Her lips part, and I know my words are having the desired effect. “That’s what you want, too, Molly. That’s what you need.”
“Yes.” It’s half breath, half word, and I hear the covers rustle as she shifts. On the screen of my phone, I see a flash of thigh, and it’s nearly my undoing.
“Open those legs for me, Gorgeous. Let me see how wet you got just from playing with your tits.” Tossing the blanket to the other side of the bed, she spreads her legs wide and dangles her hand between them.
Unable to resist, I shuck my shorts and fist my cock tightly at the base. “Touch yourself, pretty girl. Touch yourself and let me watch.”
At first, she draws lazy circles, barely grazing the skin of her folds. She loves it like this, needs the slow build, I’ve learned. Her knees shake slightly as she cries out, dipping a finger into her own depths.
“Yea,” I croon, as she draws her finger out then drives it back in. “Add another finger.” She obeys and I watch as she fucks herself on her own hand. God, she’s so sexy, so uninhibited. She quickens the pace, and I can tell from her breathing that she’s close, and fuck, so am I. The pre-cum on my cock glistens, and I moan when I spread it on the tip and then jack myself hard. That draws her attention and the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen is my woman’s eyes glazing over, as she seeks her own pleasure, while she watches me pump my dick.
“Christ, Molly. So fucking wet, Baby. I can hear it.” She pants harder, and I know my words turn her on just as much as my actions do. I stroke myself and feel that familiar shiver at the base of my spine. I’m chasing my own orgasm, and I need her to get there, right fucking now. “You feel good, Molly?”
“Oh, God, yes. Yes, Ev” she breathes.
“Now play with your clit for me, Gorgeous. Rub it for me. That’s it, Baby,” Her breaths come in short bursts.
“Oh, oh, God. Oh—” The moment I hear her cry out my name, I let go, shooting all over my stomach.
It takes a minute for my breathing to return to normal. “How are you doing, Molly?” I tease.
