Chapter 47

Eric paused from reaching for his blanket. “Hey… it’s fine.” He grinned at her. “I really don’t expect to convince you on the first try.” Then he laughed. “Can’t blame a man for trying.”

She smiled. Then sighed. “I’ll do it.”

“Arianna—”

“Don’t cover yourself. I’ll do it.”

She heard a choked sound. “Baby, you don’t have to. I don’t have to cover myself if you don’t want me to. You know this is all yours.”

She felt her cheeks warming up faster. “No, I’ll do it. Let’s do it. I want to do it for you.”

She took a deep breath, took the phone tripod, then set her phone up on its clamp.

Another big breath, then she started to lose the buttons on the front of her top pajamas…

“Oh my god… you’re really doing it. Oh my god… I love you so much, baby!”

Yna couldn’t help the smile that stretched her lips. She wanted nothing more than to make him happy, and that was enough incentive for her to forget her embarrassment at the exposure.

After unbuttoning her pajama top, she opened the lapels. She didn’t have any bra, of course, and she heard his loud and slow intake of breath as her breasts were exposed.

She slid her arms out of the sleeves, and took the top off completely.

“Oh, Yna…” She heard his aroused whisper through the earphones on her ears. “You’re so beautiful. You just don’t know how perfect your breasts are. It always gets me as if it’s the first time. I can watch you naked for hours. “

She rolled her eyes, though her cheeks were aflame. She had to admit to herself it wasn’t as hard as she thought it would be. The almost idiotic look of adoration on his face as those eyes devoured her breasts made it easy.

Then his lips slipped out to wet his sexy lips, and she almost groaned, because she knew what he wanted to do. Those lips wanted to taste her nipples. He couldn’t always seem to choose which one to take first, the left or the right, as soon as she was naked in his arms. And she could swear by the movement that she almost… could… feel his tongue licking those sensitive, hard little rosy buds right then.

“Can you touch your breasts for me, baby?” he asks in an almost begging voice.

It felt uncomfortable, and she gulped first, then she brought her hands to her breasts, and covered them with her palms, and squeezed them the way his hands had done.

His breathing got rougher, quicker, as if he was having a harder time now controlling himself. He was suddenly all rigid on the bed when he was relaxed a moment ago. His left hand that was lying on the pillow and the other one on his flat tummy were now both in fists.

And his cock… it was rock hard, stretched, and standing in attention.

She winced. It looked painful.

“Eric,” she called.

“Yes, baby,” he asked, his eyes reluctantly leaving her hands and breasts to look up at her face.

“Do you want to touch yourself?” she asked him in a hushed voice.

He blinked, but the expression on his face told her what he was going to say before he spoke. “Can I? Is it okay?”

I nodded. “Yes, please. I want to watch you touch yourself for me.” She said that because she knew he would want to do exactly that for her, and realized she really wanted to watch him play with his cock very much, and it felt good to acknowledge it. To let him hear it.

Oh god… she really had turned into this… this hungry woman for him. She wanted him. And she felt alive knowing he wanted her, too. That she could affect him like this, too, even through a video call, excited her to no bounds.

The hand on his tummy reached down to his cock, holding it in a sure but loose grip. She almost moaned at the sight. It, him, his body, his hand… and that beautiful cock were all arousing her in a potency that even surprised her.

And as he was, she was obvious, too.

Her breathing had quickened as his did. And she couldn’t take her eyes away from his hand and his cock. She was mesmerized.

“Do you like what you see, baby?”

Her eyes flew to him, and then closed in shame at the thought that he could easily see exactly how she felt on her face.

“Hey… there’s nothing to be ashamed about. I want you to want me like that. It’s affecting me more than anything. You make me crazy, do you know that? Just look at me like that and I’ll jump on the edge of a cliff for you.”

She was laughing as quietly as she could. “Are you crazy?”

“I just said it,” he said it, grinning. “Baby, you make me crazy.”

She nodded, then she sighed. “I think it’s the same. You make me crazy more than anything.” She swallowed. Her mouth felt dry, but not for water. “I miss you, Eric,” she whispered in an almost painful moan.

And by the flare of emotion on his face, he knew exactly what she meant. “Ask me to go there. I’ll drive tonight to be with you.”

Another laugh escaped her lips, then she stared at his face, and knew he would really do it. She shook her head. “No, I’ll never do that just for this.”

“I will.” And he grinned again.

“Oh god, Eric…” she whispered. “No. That’s too much. Just tell me what else you want me to do and—”

“Will you touch yourself for me, with me… so we can cum together?”

She gasped at the request and stared at him some more. At those appealing eyes that waited for her reply. And without releasing his gaze, she pushed at the garter of her pajama bottom and panties down her thighs.

Without taking her eyes away, she pulled her legs from the bottoms until nothing separates her nakedness from his burning gaze. She wasn’t sure how she could do it, just that he asked, and she knew she wanted to.

'I’ll do anything for you, too,' she thought.

“Open your thighs wider, baby.”

She did that, avoiding to look at the tiny window that showed herself, and just focused on his handsome face, his body, the way his eyes followed her every move, and the way his hand moved over his cock.

“Oh Jesus H. Christ, baby.”

“Do you like what you see, baby?” she asked him softly, shocked at her brazenness.

“Oh, god, yes… so much… too much…”

“Okay…”

“You’re perfect.”

Yna smiled. “You are more than anything you say I am, and you know it, too.”

He shook his head. “I’ll not be complete if not for you. I love you.”

“Oh, Eric…” she gushed. “You always say the most unbelievable things.”

“Because they’re true. Arianna… I want to taste you so much it’s killing me.”

“I can’t do that for you,” she said, laughing a little.

“Can you touch yourself?”

She swallowed again. “How?”

“Just do it the way I do it.”

“Will it help make you cum?” she whispered.

“Yes… as well as you.”

She shook her head. “I think that’s impossible.”

“Try it for me.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. She shouldn’t really contradict anymore. She knew she would do whatever he asked, anyway. But… “Won’t it make me look stupid?”

“Oh, god, no, baby! Everything about you is beautiful.”

“Oh, bullshit,” she said, then gasped.

“It’s true that you.re beautiful. But at this point I will say anything to make you touch yourself there.”

She rolled her eyes again and he was… was he giggling?

She listened. Oh yes, he was. As much as a tough man like him could giggle.

And then she was giggling, too.

“That’s it. It’s… this is stupid.”

“It’s all about the feeling, Arianna.”

“I feel stupid,” she insisted.

“Then imagine it’s my hand. C’mon, baby. Just try it.” He sounded more serious now, but still cajoling.

She took a deep breath, and while she watched him watched her, she slid her fingers down there, between the folds of her pussy, and she touched herself on the spot where he usually spent time to—

Oh.

Ohhh… it tickled.

Just like it did when he was doing it.

“Eric,” she breathed. She could feel her body going languid in response to what she was doing to herself. And she felt warmth starting to permeate her insides, too.

“Close your eyes, Arianna… and just feel it. Go on,” he ordered softly, his voice a low, sexy baritone that produced vibrations on her skin.

“I want to watch you, too,” she complained.

“We’ll do you first.”

His voice was soft, sexy… hypnotic. And she obeyed. She moved her fingers by feeling, because she could remember exactly how he made her feel down there with his hands and his mouth.

She was surprised to find out she knew where to touch, to rub, how much pressure she apply on it, and…

“Eric…”

“Slide two fingers in… that’s it, baby. Feel that?”

“Yes… oohhhh… I’m missing you more, Eric. I want you,” she whispered, almost a cry, her head turned on the pillows so her lips would be nearer the mic of her earphones, and he would be sure to hear every sound she made, as she also tried not to be loud as much as possible.

“I know, baby. I do, too. Rub yourself. Harder, quicker if you want to.”

She could hear him, and as her eyes were closed, it was just his voice and the movements of her fingers that governed her senses.

And for the next seconds, she panted, after he told her to just stay quiet and listen to him, to follow his velvety voice. And he ordered her to go harder, and quicker… to cum for him… let go…

And she bit her lower lip… hard, her eyes tightly closed, a sheen of perspiration on her forehead. It was building… building.. the more she rubbed, the quicker she did it.

Then her whole, taut, back arched from the bed… when she felt herself cum…