has been switched to red to match decorating her navel. There’s another few inches of smooth, creamy skin beneath the ring before I reach the top of the matching red lace panties.
The minuscule piece of fabric looks like it would tear at the slightest pressure and ties at the sides in a double set of matching black satin bows. I’ve never wished for something as hard as I currently wish I weren’t over a thousand miles away. My hands itch with the need to pull on each of those ties and unwrap her.
The panties sit low enough that I can see most of the angel wings tattoo below her hipbone.
I palm myself through my joggers, grateful I’m not in jeans; otherwise I’d have one hell of a painful imprint on my dick.
“Damn, Kay.” My groan echoes in my room and through her speakers.
“You like?” Her head tilts to the side and she twirls a lock of her hair around her finger, hip cocking out to the side.
“Fuck yeah.” I increase the pressure of my palm on my dick. “I want to jump through the screen right now and show you how much.”
“You haven’t seen the best part yet.”
There’s more? My eyes widen until they are in danger of drying out. How the hell is her getup supposed to get better?
She tiptoes closer, angling the camera down to focus on her lower body. The closeup of the barely there triangle covering the V between her legs does not help the situation I have going on in my pants. Slowly she spins around again, filling the screen with one of my favorite parts of her body.
More precum leaks onto my boxers, the bottom half of her spankable ass exposed under the lace hem.
My dick officially breaches the barrier of my pants as the tease on the screen bends forward, placing her hands on the bed in front of her, arching her back and plumping her ass out in a perfect fuck-from-behind porn-style way.
God! If I were behind her right now, I’d grab her hips and be buried inside her to the hilt in a second flat.
Kay straightens before I can get the party started without her, red painted nails skimming across her back until they point to the keyhole cutout at the top of the panties. In the small circle, resting above the teasing hint of her crack peeking through, is a tiny rhinestone charm: 87.
“Holy shit.”
By the time the camera is fixed to show Kay’s entire body again, she’s sporting the definition of a Cheshire grin.
“You’ve marked you better than I ever have,” I admit.
“Oh, I don’t know…” Her right hand plays with my birthstone band on her left ring finger. “You’ve come up with some pretty spectacular ways.”
Hell yeah I have, and one day I’m going to slip a diamond so fucking big on that finger the people sitting in the nosebleed seats of whatever football stadium I’m playing in will be able to see it.
Her eyes scan my body again, stopping on where my hand is palming the head of my dick sticking out of my pants.
“I think you’re a little overdressed.” She gives a pointed look at my joggers.
And it’s on like Donkey Kong.
I shuck my pants and boxer briefs in one swoop, my erection bouncing off my stomach in its excitement. My hand is on it the second I resettle in my chair, slouched down, knees spread, giving her an unobstructed view of what I’m doing. She makes a hot-as-fuck mmm sound in the back of her throat as she watches.
“We’re really doing this?” A hint of insecurity creeps into her voice.
“Only if you want to, baby,” I reassure her.
Her lip is back between her teeth. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Phone sex?”
“Yeah.” Her fingers twist together in front of her belly, a clear indicator of how nervous she is.
“Neither have I.” I inject a soothing tone into my voice.
Her eyes snap up to meet mine. “Really?” I don’t take offense to the disbelief in her voice. It’s a fair question—I was a total dog before I met her.
Still, I can’t stop a puff of laughter from escaping. “Really, babe. There was never anyone serious before you. You don’t call the jersey chasers for something like this, unless you want them to get the wrong idea.” My cheeks heat at the admission.
It does its job, though, and her shoulders relax away from her ears. “Okay.” She lets out a breath of relief. “How do we do this?”
Game on.
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