“I’m sure,” she laughed, “I’ve only been trapped in a hospital for the past eight hours. Not to mention I had lunch with my mother today that included her interrogating me about you. She can’t wait to meet you.”
“Oh mothers love me,” he assured me. “You have nothing to worry about there.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep. I’ll have her wrapped around my little finger,” I said, holding up his pinky and twirling it. “Speaking of women I have wrapped around my finger... how are you today?”
“That’s cute that you think I’m the one who’s whipped,” she teased. She was right. I would have done anything for her, but I wasn’t going to admit it out loud. I was far too manly for that. “I’m good. Glad that I can see you. I wish you were here.”
“Me too,” I confessed.
“I got used to having you in my bed,” she said with a wicked grin. “It’s lonely here now.” I could see her patting the pillow next to her and my brain immediately associated that with sex. My cock throbbed.
“You shouldn’t talk about being in bed,” I told her. “That is, unless, that’s what this is. Are you trying to have video chat sex with me?”
“Maybe?” She played coy, before slipping her robe off her shoulder. There was no sign of pajamas, or even a bra for that matter. She’d come to play tonight and I was grateful. I wasn’t expecting her to want to. I was pretty good at keeping myself satisfied, but nothing beat the real thing. Or at least the virtual real thing. Seeing her and being able to imagine touching her was better than just my recollection of her.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” she hesitated. “You’re alone, right?” She quickly covered her shoulder.
“Yes ma’am.” I grinned. I was staying in the dormitory style building the Wilsons had built on the edge of the property. It was a twelve-bedroom facility with a locker room style space in the center. It was usually used for riders staying only the weekend for a riding camp, but until my Airstream arrived with Georgia and Nora, I was calling it home. Luckily, it was midweek so there were no other tenants. It was just me, a single twin bed and my iPad. “All alone. Like you in that bed right now.”
“I don’t know,” she said. Her teeth pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, which sent another rush of blood straight to my dick. “I thought I could, but—”
“You can,” I assured her. “You’ve already got the ball rolling with your little shoulder tease.”
“Really? That’s all it takes?”
“That’s all,” I admitted. “You gotta cut me a little slack. I went from having you every single day—twice some days—to nada. I’m easy to please at this point.”
“Three times the day before you left,” she reminded, leaning forward to flash her cleavage at the camera.
“You’re killing me, Georgia.” I groaned as I shifted in my seat and reached down to take the bend out of my hardening cock. I could see the hesitation in her eyes. She’d become a little more sexually adventurous with me, but I knew this was out of her wheelhouse. It didn’t bother me that she was a little inexperienced. I enjoyed the hell out of teaching her. “We don’t have to—”
“No, I want to,” she cut me off. The determined look in her eye was cute. “If we are going to be apart, I don’t want you to be unsatisfied. I know you’re used to having sex whenever you feel like it.”
“I don’t have to have sex all the time.” I understood what she was saying, but it stung a little to think that she thought I was dependent on sex. “I’m not that guy anymore.”
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I don’t want you to... I just want you to be happy.”
“I am happy. Happier than I have ever been,” I clarified. “All I need to know is that you love me and you’re mine. That’s more than enough. I can manage without sex just fine.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I really did think I was ready for this.” She laughed. “I was going to get on here and be all sexy.”
“You are sexy,” I countered. She shook her head. “Seriously. The way you blush when I compliment you only adds to it.”
“You’re sweet.”
“I wish I could kiss those lips right now. I’d kiss them until they were numb.”
“I would let you,” she said. Her lips parted slightly. I could almost feel her mouth against mine. “What else would you do?”
“I’d lick down that perfect neck of yours until I could feel your pulse racing under my tongue.”
“Right here?” She tilted her head and gently ran her fingertips down her neck, teasing the same path I would have taken. My mouth was watering as I watched—jealous that I wasn’t there to deliver, but more than turned on that she was willing to do this with me.
“Exactly.”
“And then what?” she asked her voice breathy. Her hand lingered at the opening of her robe.
“What do you want me to do?” I asked. This wasn’t just about me. I wanted her to feel comfortable. Judging from the pink in her cheeks, I could tell that she was enjoying herself so far.
“I’d want you to put your hands on me.”
“Show me how.” I watched her take my instruction. Her eyes falling shut as she slipped her hand under her robe, caressing her breast. “Show me,” I said again, hearing my words sound more like a plea than a command. I needed to see her. My hand had found its way under the waistband of the sweats I’d thrown on after practice. My fingers curled around my cock as I watched her shrug out of her robe. The soft fabric pooled around her shoulders to reveal her perfect, perky tits. Her hand caressed her flesh. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said through gritted teeth as I stroked myself—imagining it was her hand instead of mine. “What would you want me to do next?”
“I’d want your mouth on me,” she said, her gaze hooded as she continued touching herself. “Here,” she said, circling her finger around her nipple. Her skin was glistening. Skin I knew was warm to the touch and tasted sweet under my tongue.
“Yeah?” I said, urging her to continue. My grip was tightening as my stomach clenched. “Where else?”
“Here.” She trailed her fingertips between her breasts. “And here,” she said, her tone raspy as she continued down her body.
“I would, baby.”
“Put your mouth on me. Like you did before,” she said, her head falling back as her hand went below where I could see. I didn’t need to. I could practically feel her body. I could taste her on my lips as I watched her bring herself to the edge.
“So good.” I said between the sounds of little moans escaping her lips. If I had planned a little better, I wouldn’t have been dry rubbing my cock at that moment. I couldn’t full out join her at the moment, but I was enjoying the view nonetheless. I wanted her to be pleased, I could finish myself off later with visions of her touching herself in my head.
“Look at me,” I told her. I wanted to see her eyes. I wanted to be there with her. Her eyes opened and settled on mine. She stilled. “Keep going, baby. You’re almost there.” So was I. Each pull of my fingertips had me so close, the biting pain of the skin on skin was worth it. Seconds passed as I was transfixed on her. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she pleasured herself—her movements quickening along with her breath as she came and then slowing down to drag out the sensation. It was exactly as I would have done. I would have stretched out her orgasm for as long as possible and then tried for another.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said as she settled from the high. I felt wetness between my legs.
“I can’t believe it either,” I said under my breath, grabbing a towel and cleaning up my own mess. I was so focused on watching her that I hadn’t even realized I’d came all over my own hand.
Rookie move.