Thank God she said she missed me too. I don’t want this to be a one-sided relationship thing. We need to be in this together.
“Practice was brutal. The coaches ran us hard, though I’m starting to think it was a normal practice and we’re all still extra tired after coming back from the UK,” I tell her.
We’ve been back for about a week. If my words sound like a fucking excuse, that’s because they are.
“Aww, poor baby.” She’s teasing, I can tell by the sound of her voice, the smile on her face. “If I were ther
e, I bet I could make it better.”
“You give me a view of your naked body and I’ll definitely be feeling better,” I tell her immediately.
A nervous laugh escapes her. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s…”
“What couples do when they’re apart.” I sit up more and let the blanket drop so my chest is exposed. “Show me what you got, beautiful.”
She presses her lips together, contemplating my suggestion before she scoots back a little and lets the sheet drop once more, her bare chest coming back into view, though now I can also see her pretty face. “There you go.”
I nod. “Yeah. Right there. Nice.”
Her cheeks go pink. “You’re wicked.”
“You like it.”
“I do,” she says without hesitation.
“Let’s get naked,” I suggest.
Worry crosses her face. “Do you think we should?”
Now it’s my turn to answer without hesitation. “Fuck yes.”
More laughter, the cheerful sound making me miss her so damn much, I’m almost overwhelmed. This is crazy. “You get naked first,” she says.
I whip the sheet back and scan my phone camera over my body, lingering on my rising dick. “Your turn.”
“Goodness, you’re huge.”
“Every inch is for you, baby. Now show me what you got,” I say.
“You’re really going to make me do this, aren’t you?” She looks around, then sets her phone against something, the camera still angled directly at her bed. She tugs back the covers, revealing that she’s lying there in a pair of black panties and nothing else, and when she kicks them off, I suck in a sharp breath at seeing her naked.
“I feel ridiculous,” she tells me as she lies on her side on the mattress, head propped on a pillow, her legs crossed so I can’t see that delectable spot between her thighs.
“You look pretty fucking amazing.” I wrap my hand around the base of my cock, giving it a stroke. “I could get off just looking at you.”
Her eyes go wide and she chews on her lip. “Are you going to—masturbate?”
I burst out laughing. “I thought that was the plan.”
“I’ve never done this sort of thing before,” she admits, sounding prim.
Damn, I love it when she talks like that. Sounds like that. Little Miss Proper makes me wanna go wild on her.
“Jerked off on camera?”