“Yes,” I hiss out, and slide my finger over my engorged nub.
“Since I can’t be there, you’re going to do it for me.” He shuffles and flattens himself on his mattress. “Get on the bed.”
I climb onto the bed, and adjust the phone so he can see me. “Put your hands back between your legs, and touch yourself for me, Jules.” I do as he says, and his low growl vibrates around me. “Feel good, babe?”
“Yes, but not as good as when you touch me.”
“Fuck, if I could, I’d be on a flight home tonight.” I love the urgency and anxiousness in his voice. “Tomorrow is too far away.”
“Feels like forever,” I mutter, and slide a finger into my core. “Oh, god, yes,” I say. “I am so wet.”
“Look at my cock, babe.” I angle my head, study the way his hand is working his cock. It’s erotic…sexy. I whimper and squirm, loving the way he’s manhandling himself. “I’m going to fill you with this as soon as I see you.”
I stare, mesmerized as he strokes himself, and without conscious thought, I lick my lips in heated anticipation of touching him.
“You like watching?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“First time you’ve seen something like this?” He grunts some more and double fists himself as he lifts slightly from his pillow. His muscles are taut, and his nostrils are flaring as his breathing changes, becomes a little more labored.
“Well, not exactly.” Heat warms my cheeks at the admission.
“Not exactly? Care to explain.”
“It’s my first time in person,” I admit, and he snickers at the fact that I’ve watched porn. But I love the openness and honesty between us.
“Have you always watched, or just recently?” he murmurs.
“When my ex…I wanted to get better.”
“You know that was on him.”
“Some of it was on me, Rider. I was going through the motions. I was rigid.”
His eyes narrow, and it’s clear he wants to probe, but instead he says, “And now?”
“It’s different with you. You helped me let my guard down in the bedroom.”
His lips turn up, and his eyes brim with desire. Never in my life have I felt so worshipped. What was it that Lindsay said about a man worshipping me?
“I want to take you to the highest cliff and jump off with you.”
“Yes, please...”
“I mean that literally. I want you to experience all the thrills outside the bedroom too.” A knot of fear tightens inside me, but in the softest, gentlest voice, he says, “You’re safe with me.”
“I know,” I say. I might be afraid to love, to open my heart, and to be quite honest, it’s a bit shocking at how quickly I’d given him my body, how protected he makes me feel.
“My cock wants inside you. I want your hot juices all over me.” My sex muscles quiver, desperate to be filled by him, to feel his every hard ridge sliding in and out of my body. “Can you touch your tits for me?” I keep one hand between my legs and cup my breast with the other. “You are so goddamn perfect.”
“Rider,” I murmur.
“Yeah, that’s it, say my name when you come for me. I fucking love that.”
I love everything that we’re doing.
“I’m so close,” I manage to get out as my brain swirls and my lids drift shut.