Do you want to see what it would feel like if I licked your ass until you came?
“Oh God,” I said with a hushed breath, staring at the text.
Time ticked by before my phone pinged again.
Well?
I sat there, panting, wondering if this was too far. But I wanted it, and I wanted to feel close to her.
I bit my lip, reaching for the phone to type out my reply.
Yes. What do you need me to do?
Well, first of all, I don’t want you distracted by all this typing.
She quickly showed me how to turn my phone to speech-to-text, and my hands were suddenly free.
I leant over my bedside table, pulling a short pile of books next to the lamp closer to prop my phone up against them. There was the slightest stab of guilt, as a number of the books were precious to me, such as gifts from family members and other people I respected. I doubted their authors would appreciate me using their life’s work to get off, but needs must.
I twisted to pull open the drawer, swiping a small bottle of lube, trembling as I shot a look at the phone.
We were really doing it, and it meant she wanted to be together, after all.
I rested back against the headboard, my cock hot in my palm as I ran my hand along the shaft, relaxing into my light touch. Flicking the bottle open with my thumb, I pulled in my stomach, released my cock and squeezed out a decent portion onto my hand. I licked my lips in anticipation, even though nerves tremored inside me as well.
My hips lowered as I dropped the bottle down beside me, relishing the cool feel of the gel as I wrapped my hand back around my cock and sighed.
I flicked another look at the phone just as it pinged again. The message flashed up straight away in the chat, and I had no problem looking at it. All I needed to do was turn my head.
You must look so fucking gorgeous like this. I’m already planning on burying my head between your thighs.
Then I’d pull your cock towards me, letting you see how hungry I am for you by kissing my way down your shaft.
I pulled my lips between my teeth, my heart pulsing as I followed the path with my hand.
Still teasing myself, I moved between sharp tugs and soft massages, swapping from one to the other before I cupped all of myself and squeezed.
What would you do then?
I think you know what I would do. Do you want me to tell you?
Yes, tell me. I want to know everything running through your mind.
I gave my cock one long brush from base to tip. I imagined how it would be if someone were actually talking to me, and how I would respond.
I’d want to make sure you were watching me as my tongue traced down your seam. And you’d moan for me the moment I touched yourtight hole.
I want your ass exposed so you can stroke yourself properly. You need to get your fingers in there.
I closed my eyes, heightening the sensation. It was an easy journey with my lube-covered hand travelling to my ass.
The bed creaked as I shifted, getting more comfortable before I used my fingers to spread my cheeks. I held myself still, exposing myself to the empty room.
I groaned as I gave myself another full stroke, spreading the lube as my thumb found my slit and I drew it out.
I’m here.
Good. Because I’m about to grab your ass and press my face into you, and I want you to be ready.