“Maybe you should,” I agreed, propping the tablet on the coffee table so she, too, had an unobstructed view as I leaned back against the couch cushions.
I drew in a halting breath as she gently teased herself through the silky fabric, then slowly—way too slowly, pulled her panties aside to place the wand directly against her clit. She inhaled a quick breath and shivered at the contact.
“What would you do if you were here?” she asked, biting her lower lip as she circled her shining clit. “Be very specific.”
Just like Frankie, I thought as I squeezed the base of my dick to try and take the edge of my raging arousal. Diving into this like it’s the most delicious adventure she’s ever had.
“I’d suck on those tight nipples,” I said, my voice a low growl. “And I would pull your panties down your legs so I could see all of you.”
With uncharacteristic obedience, she set the vibrator to the side and slid her panties down her legs, then spread her thighs wide—the very picture of daring and wanton. I could see everything this way—her smooth, plump pussy lips, her slick seam, and even the puckered flesh of her asshole—and it made me fucking crazy.
“Then what?” she asked as she touched the vibrator to her wet sex again—circling, stroking, then a brief pause to lift the toy away for a moment to pull back. To build herself up to an orgasm slowly.
I shook my head to clear away the foggy arousal that flooded my brain. “Then I would push my fat cock inside you—just the tip, though. Nothing more. And I would use the vibrator on your clit the whole time while I held myself back.”
Her delicate fingers with their painted nails slid between her legs. She used her index and middle fingers to circle her entrance with agonizing slowness, pushing in just to the knuckle. And no further. “Like this?” she asked coyly.
“Yes . . . such a good girl,” I breathed. I started jacking my cock in my fist again—smooth, slow strokes to keep me going right along with her. “And then, I’d fuck you, just a little bit at a time.”
She followed my explicit directions to the letter, until her fingers were buried completely inside her body and the vibrator hummed on her clit. Her nipples had hardened like fucking diamonds as her back arched and she shook, trying to keep at bay the massive orgasm that churned inside her.
My own body clenched and burned as I pumped my dick in firm, hard strokes, still issuing orders. “Do not come yet, Frankie, do you understand?”
She opened her mouth, but no words came—instead, she just moaned her assent. A fine sheen of sweat shone on her chest and her spread legs trembled.
“Fuck yourself with those fingers,” I said savagely, squeezing my cock as I imagined it pumping into that tight, hot pussy. “Does it feel as good as this huge dick does when it fills you up?”
“N-no,” she stammered, panting for breath and shaking her head. “Clive, I can’t—"
“Now,” I ordered gruffly, and we both went off like fucking fireworks.
She shattered with a loud cry, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy while she writhed shamelessly against her fingers and vibrator. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the erotic sight as my own orgasm ripped through me. I groaned, long and low, as my hips bucked upward to thrust into my hand, and hot spurts of come splashed onto my stomach.
“Jesus,” I muttered, trying to find my bearings as I sagged back into the couch. I grabbed my discarded t-shirt and wiped myself clean, one eye on the screen as Frankie set the vibrator on her nightstand and dragged a blanket over her shoulders.
She settled back against the pillows and grinned mischievously. “So that was…different for me.” A high flush clung to her cheeks and she looked—debauched, sated, and incredible.
“Ever thought about being a cam girl? Because you’re great at this.” I intended to make a risqué joke about how much fun I had, but as soon as the words exited my mouth, I wanted to take them back because it made what we’d just done sound . . . cheap and sleazy, when it had been anything but.
The pissed off look that flickered in her eyes confirmed my worries. “Are you fucking serious, Clive?” She practically spat the words at me, and God, did I ever deserve it. “Is this your kink or something? Piling on some shame after every orgasm?”
“No, I—” I didn’t know what to say and I felt like a complete asshole as I watched her feature cloud with hurt. Shame. There were no simple takebacks for this fuckup—that was obvious.
“That’s not what I meant to say,” I offered lamely, struggling not to wince even as the words came out.
Her glare prickled at my skin like little daggers. “That’s the second time you’ve said something shitty after I…after I made myself vulnerable for you.” She swallowed hard. “Hope you enjoyed the show.”
She reached forward and less than a second later, her face disappeared. And I was alone—naked and messy on my couch after putting my fucking foot in it again with a woman who deserved way better than what I kept giving her. Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I should’ve been tired—I had been tired just an hour earlier, but suddenly, my muscles jumped with nervous energy, and I rolled to my feet. Three minutes later, shirtless with just running shorts and shoes, I walked outside and sprinted away into the dark night.
The welcome burn and steady slap of my feet against the pavement shaved the edge off my nerves, piece by piece, and by the time I got back to my house forty-five minutes later, slick with sweat and gulping air, my mind was made up.
I would head back to Seattle as soon as I could. As soon as I knew for sure that Frankie wouldn’t slam the door in my face if I showed up. If I could ever be sure. My loneliness in Minneapolis—I couldn’t sustain it any longer. I wanted to see my daughter, and I needed to check in with Denton anyway.
Most of all, though, I needed Frankie.
But I also knew that I couldn’t blame her if she decided that she no longer needed me.