Hmmm...cock? Arse? Pecs? V? “I think I’ll start with your chest.”
He held the phone out and positioned it in front of his body, giving me a view of his delectable chest. Even the sight of him via phone call was enough to begin my path to lubrication.
I cleared my throat.
“My turn. I want to see your boot then I want you to bring the phone slowly up your body,” he said with authority.
I did what I was told, showing him my boot and moving the phone up my bent leg and across my pussy.
“Slow down, Alexis,” he demanded, with a dominant growl that escalated my heart rate, and again I did as I was told.
“Fuck, Hunny, you have no idea how badly I want to run my tongue across you and taste your wetness. I fucking miss how good you taste. It’s been far too long.”
“Lucky for you, tasting is now back on the menu.”
“I can see that.”
I had a sudden surge of confidence and dragged my finger down to my clit, so that he could see it swirl my sensitive spot.
“Fuck, Alexis, you’re fucking killing me. I should hop on a plane right now and come there and do that myself.”
“I wish you could,” I moaned as I removed my finger and placed it in my mouth, moving the phone along with it so he could watch. I then sucked it and returned it to my pussy, gently playing with my entrance. “Your turn, I want to see you stroke yourself.”
He obliged, and I was instantly rewarded with a close up view of his clock being caressed by his clenched hand, slowly gripping from his base and stopping just short of his tip.
“Swirl your thumb over your head.”
He did.
“Pump it...Start slow, then increase your speed.”
Again he did as he was told while I continued to tease myself with my finger. I watched him pick up his pace when I noticed his crown start to glisten.
“Slow down,” I growled mimicking his dominant instruction. “I want to see your wetness.”
“You sound so fucking sexy right now, Hunny.” I actually didn’t give a shit how sexy I sounded. I wanted to see him milk himself and I wanted to see it now.
“Bryce, I want you to come for me,” I pleaded.
He didn’t waste any time and began pumping himself vigorously. I could see the muscles in his lower abdomen tense, together with his upper thighs and forearm as he spilled out his orgasm, jerking with each thrust.
I licked my lips as I watched him. “Mmm, thank you.”
“Now, put your phone back down to your finger, Hunny.”
I obeyed.
“Flick your clitoris and do it fast.”
I twitched my finger quickly and took pleasure in my movements, closing my eyes and imagining it was Bryce between my legs.
“Alexis, I want to see your face when you come undone.”
“Uh huh,” I answered as my climax began to rise.
“Put in your finger inside you, make it wet, then flick your clitoris again.”
I inserted my finger into my warm, wet pussy, sliding it in and out a couple of times, then I went right back to flicking my sensitive spot, ready to come for him. I sucked in a deep breath, arching my back as I lifted the phone to my face. I stared at him intensely as I spiked then slowly came back down from my orgasm.
“I’m not going to last five days, Hunny. I can fucking guarantee it.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The amount of times I had woken up with a smile since being with Bryce was probably ridiculously unheard of, yet it continued to happen pretty much on a daily basis, this day being no exception.
I picked up my phone and stared at the screen willing the vision of my first phone-FaceTime sex with Bryce to reappear. It was incredibly hot and satisfying, and second to him actually being here with me, was probably my new favourite form of release. Another reason I was smiling as I got myself out of bed and into the shower was because I would be continuing my guitar lessons with Derek today. I had a long way to go, but he’d seemed pleased with my progress after just one day, so my aim to play at least part of a song for Bryce was promising.
Another thing on my to-do list for the day was speak to Samantha. From the moment I found out about Gareth’s DID diagnosis, I’d had this underlying feeling that I had to warn her about it. Call it a gut instinct, I don’t know, but I just felt she had a right to know who she was really dating. Our encounters in recent times had been obviously brief, having only spoken to her momentarily at my party and again when she delivered my flowers from Carly. It was obvious she felt uneasy in my presence, and I’m not sure if that was result of my accident or if Gareth had told her an untruth about me. Either way, it was time to get to the bottom of it.
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I finished my shower and made my way to the lounge room where Lucy was putting together the kiddy playpen she had bought yesterday.