“Anything you want,” she whispered. Her breath sounded airy and desperate, still dripping with that hint of arousal I noticed earlier.
“Anything?” I lowered my voice to the octave I reserved for speaking in her ear.
“Yes, Sir. I would do anything for you.”
“Careful, little love.”
She gasped. I hadn’t called her that in, god, weeks? A month? It seemed like forever. I took a deep breath.
“We’ve talked about using vague words and sentiments before, have we not?” I warned.
“Yes, Sir. We have, but I really mean it. I’d do anything for you.”
My heart leaped in my chest. “We’ll see about that. In your closet is a tripod. Set it up at the end of your bed with your tablet and FaceTime me, naked.” I hung up before I even heard her response.
Ten minutes later, my phone rang. I answered, and she sat breathless in the middle of her bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. It took everything in me to remain stoic, and I turned my camera off so she couldn’t see me.
“Ivan?” she called out.
“No talking. Lie down on the bed.”
She hastened to obey. The camera was set up perfectly. Her body was breathtaking. She shivered slightly but lay with her hands at her sides.
“With a slow, delicate touch, I want you to caress your stomach.”
Her hands moved almost immediately.
“Use those nails gently on your skin,” I breathed, watching her every move. “Listen and do as I say. Circle the outside of your nipples, but don’t touch them.”
Her pink nipples stiffened as she caressed her breasts.
“Beautiful. Now rub them. Feel how hard they are? Pinch them for me.”
“Oh,” she moaned while she played with her chest, her eyes wide.
“Stop,” I ordered her. She moved her hands back to her sides, still peering into the camera. Her stomach rose and fell rapidly. “Trail both hands down your stomach and spread those legs wide for me. I want to see how wet you are.”
Like a good girl, she brought her hands up and spread her legs. Her pale, smooth skin seemed to glow in the light as her core glistened.
“Touch your thighs, stomach, breasts, but not that pussy.”
Her small hands moved over her body, caressing her inner thighs first, then her stomach, and then her breasts again, only to do it in reverse order. With each breath she took, I could see the tension building inside her body. The moans and sighs told me she was more than enjoying this.
I couldn’t peel my eyes away. Seeing her explore her body was intoxicating. Her hands moved to massage the tender, plump flesh of her breasts, and I loved seeing the skin deepen in color as she pulled at the tight buds. I was completely hooked.
She threaded her taut nipples between her fingers and pulled at them. Her back arched, and her breath caught in her throat. Her hand glided across her stomach once more; then she traced the top of her bare pussy, then around the softer outer edges of her lips.
Completely transfixed by what I was seeing, I sat there, almost quivering with want for her while my cock throbbed. She looked at the camera and then brought her knees up wide, spreading herself and showcasing her exquisitely aroused pussy in the most beautiful way. Her lips parted, separating like unfolding wings to reveal her erotic entrance.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned by her. It was like I was seeing her for the first time all over again.
I had touched her body so many times, but seeing her here, in this way, reveling in the pureness of her own body and seeing the bliss on her face, was damn near spiritual. The way her hands moved across her body, the little sighs and moans of pleasure, were like acts of worship. And I had a front-row seat to heaven. A shiver ran through my body from head to toe. I was so hard that I pressed down on my cock to relieve some of the pressure.
“Ivan, I know I’m not supposed to talk. But I need you to know it feels so dirty having you watch me,” she whimpered.
“Let’s take you to the edge, then, shall we, little love?”
“Just to the edge, but not over, right?” she asked, seeking instruction.
