Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92930 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 465(@200wpm)___ 372(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
“Okay…” she said after returning to the phone. “I took a still with my webcam. I’m gonna email it to you, okay?”
“Yeah,” I breathed out.
More waiting.
“I’ve never done anything like this before. I just sent it. Now, I’m nervous.”
“Don’t be. I don’t have to look at it if you don’t want me to.”
Fuck that. A warning of imminent death upon opening wouldn’t have been able to stop me from clicking on that picture.
“I can’t believe I just sent that to you.”
When my email notification sounded, I swallowed in anticipation, opened my laptop and clicked on the message. It took several seconds for the attachment to open, and my face was burning up with each second that passed.
When the image finally loaded, everything went still as I took in the sight before me. In the photo, Nina was sitting on her bed, leaning slightly to the side with her knees curled in. Her face was also turned sideways as her hair fell over her left breast. Her right one was completely exposed, showcasing a large, flat nipple that was a beautiful shade of light pink. Her breasts looked even bigger than I imagined. Saliva pooled in my mouth from the need to suck on them. Although she wasn’t wearing any underwear, you couldn’t see her pussy, only the side of her ass. It was a classy pose that reminded me of something I would have sketched. God, she was beautiful.
“You’re not saying anything.”
Expressing with words what the picture made me feel seemed impossible. My voice was strained. “You’re exquisite.”
“Was it what you expected?”
I couldn’t take my eyes off it. “Far more.”
Not only was I so extremely turned on by what the picture did clearly display but also by the cruel tease of what it didn’t.
“Will you send me a picture of you?” she asked.
My dick was so hard that my briefs were barely able to contain me.
“If I send you one, you’re gonna know what you just did to me.”
“I want to see you,” she whispered.
“Okay,” I whispered even lower.
Positioning the camera over my body, I sucked in as I lay down. My gray boxer briefs were my only article of clothing, but they stayed on. I didn’t want to shock her altogether. You could still see the full length of my erect cock, which was resting against my thigh through the material. My abs looked ripped, and I was satisfied with the photo I snapped before hitting send.
“I just sent it.”
With my heart pounding, I kept staring at the photo of her while I waited for her to open mine.
Then, she said, “Wow. You’re so…”
“Hard.”
“Yes. But I was gonna say gorgeous. You’re a beautiful man.”
“Thank you.”
“Your body is amazing, Jake. I’ve always thought so. And that tattoo on your side…it…does things to me.”
Those words. Her photo. I couldn’t take it anymore.
Through gritted teeth, I said, “I have a problem.”
“What?”
“I can’t stop looking at you. I want to touch you. This is torture.”
“What do we do now?”
I let out a single laugh. “You mean, now that we’ve played ‘show me yours, I’ll show you mine?’”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever thought about me when you touch yourself?” I asked.
“All the time.”
“You’re all I think about when I jerk off, Nina.”
“What are you getting at?”
“Our options are limited, but I know what I really want.”
“Tell me.”
It was one of many scenarios that had made its way into my fantasies before.
“I want you to touch yourself while I listen. I want to hear the sounds you make while you’re thinking about me until you come.”
Her tiny breaths quickened. “Only if you do it with me.”
“I would most definitely be joining you. We can come together. Do you want that?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t hesitate. I needed this.
“Lay back. Don’t let your mind drift anywhere else but on my voice.”
It sounded like she was getting comfortable in her bed. “I love your voice, by the way, always have. It’s so deep and raspy. Sexy.”
“I’m glad you feel that way because it’s all I’m going to be using to make you come. I’m not going to be doing a lot of talking, though, because I want to hear you breathe and the sounds you’re making.”
“My legs are shaking,” she said. “Godammit, Jake. What are you doing to me?”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
I gripped my shaft. “Good. Me, too. If my cock is this hard and wet from just looking at your picture, I couldn’t imagine what it would feel like inside of you.”
Her breathing was uneven. My own was even worse. I was starting to lose my ability to speak as my hand slid up and down along my hardness to the sound of her whimpering. We were letting ourselves get completely lost in each other. Intense pleasure fueled by the longing the distance between us caused made it like nothing I’d ever experienced before.