I can’t believe you. That was my favorite, and now I’ll have to buy a new one because it has dog slobber and teeth marks all over it.
Miles
You don’t need a new one. I already told you, you have me.
I stare at the text, torn between being mad and wanting to use him right now to help finish what I had started.
Settling back in the tub, I decide he owes me this since he took my pink toy from me. Holding out my phone, I snap a selfie. The bubbles cover me where I’m not showing anything private, but show just enough to make him think. I hit send before I chicken out.
My heart picks up speed as I wait for the three dots to appear and take another sip of wine. The phone rings seconds later with a FaceTime call. Of course, he wouldn’t just do a regular call. Miles likes to do and see it all.
Taking a deep breath, I hit accept, and his large frame fills the screen. He’s shirtless, leaning against his headboard. His hair is messy, like he just ran his fingers through it, and a black sheet hangs low on his hips. From what I can tell, he’s completely naked underneath. My eyes devour the scene before me, and I’ve never been more thankful for the technology of video calls than I am right now.
Thank you, Apple.
“Feeling selfish, Olivia?” His voice is smooth and dark as his eyes roam over me. I feel the bubbles slide down me as I sit up further, and his greys darken as my nipples peek through.
“I figured you owed me since your dog is now enjoying what I could be using right now.”
He runs his tongue over his lip ring before sucking it in and releasing it. “That’s fair. On one condition, though.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands.” I swallow past the desire coursing through my veins as his eyes lock on mine.
“Oh, but I am,” he smiles wickedly. “I’ve got what you need to make that sweet pussy satisfied.” His hand roams down his hard abs and stops right where I want him to keep going. I see his hard outline through the sheet, and I find myself wanting to do anything he says just to get a glimpse at what I know lies underneath.
“What’s the condition?” I whisper.
“I want to watch, and you have to do exactly what I say.”
“Only if I get to watch you.”
“I’m all yours, honey. Feel free to stare all you want.” He whips off the sheet, and my eyes soak every bit of him in. He’s hard and fully aroused as his hand slides down his length in a firm grip. His dark eyes watch me, watchhimas his hand slides over the thick veins.
“Prop me up where I can see you. You’re going to need two hands for this.” His voice pulls me out of the hypnotic rhythm I’m watching. I quickly pull the table closer and use a potted plant to prop my phone up so I’m close enough to watch, but still allowing him to see me.
Lying back against the tub, I’m breathing hard as I feel his eyes penetrate me.
“Drain some of the water. I want to see more.”
Pulling the plug, I let out the water halfway.
“Much better,” he murmurs when I settle back down. The water is still over my waist, but my breasts are fully exposed now. My nipples immediately harden when the cool air hits them, and I watch his tongue roll across his bottom lip as he watches.
“Touch those tits for me. I want you to fill your palms and roughly squeeze them.”
I follow his orders and touch myself, my hand sliding across the bubbles as my breasts squeeze together.
“Harder, Olivia. You know how you like it. Howwelike it.”
I pinch my sensitive nipple harder and moan when I feel my desire spread to my core. My fingers dig into my flesh as I listen to his voice and give over to what my body is begging me for.
“That’s it, honey,” he encourages me on. I watch him through hooded eyes as his hand pumps himself slowly. His arousal drips from his tip and coats his piercing. That image alone has me pulsing deep inside.
“Get on your knees and spread your legs. I want to see that perfect pussy.” His voice is low and in control, just the way I love it.
I kneel and sit back. I’m completely exposed to him as the water caresses my thighs. Bubbles slide down my body as I spread my legs and settle my knees against the sides of the tub.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” he gruffly says as his fist moves harder down the length of him. I watch mesmerized as his muscles strain against the movement. “Two fingers inside you now. You are going to ride that hand like a good girl.”
