there with you now.”
“What are you doing?”
I can barely breathe. “Lying next to you.”
“Are you naked?”
“Is it okay for me to be naked?”
“Yes.”
“Then, I’m naked. Can I touch you?”
“Yes. Would you touch my breasts if you were here with me now, Fish?”
I literally convulse at the thought. “If you’d let me.”
Her breathing hitches. “I’d not only let you touch me, Matthew. I’d beg you.”
I let out a little moan and let go of my dick so I won’t jizz, right here and now.
“Alessandra,” I choke out. “You turn me on so much. I’m obsessed with you. Only you. I don’t think of anyone else.”
She moans, ever so softly, and it suddenly occurs to me . . . Holy fucking shit! I’m not the only one touching myself off-screen! Alessandra is doing it, too!
I decide to nudge her to confess it to me. “Can I make a confession to you?” I slide my hand to my hard cock again. “I’m touching myself right now.”
She flushes crimson. “Me, too.”
Bingo.
Arousal floods me in an overwhelming torrent. Pre-cum drips onto my hand. I can barely breathe. “Alessandra, will you make yourself come for me, off-screen, while I watch your face?”
She looks like she’s considering it. She whispers, “I don’t think I could get myself there, with you watching me.”
“No harm in trying.”
She licks her lips. Her breathing is heavy. “Maybe if you do it first? I’d love to see your face when you come.” She pauses. “But just your face, okay? For now.”
For now.
Hot damn.
This is an awesome conversation.
“Whatever you want. Are you sure about this? You’ve been drinking.”
She scoffs. “I’ve been wanting this since long before I took my first sip of champagne tonight. The champagne is only giving me the courage to tell you what I want.”
“You never need champagne or anything else to do that, okay? You can always tell me what you want.”
She nods, her big blue eyes wide. “Will you do it for me while I watch your face?”
“That’s what you want?”
She nods. “But before you get going . . . Are you in your underwear right now?”
“No. I’m naked in bed.”
“Good. Will you pan your camera down and let me see you?”
“You want to see my . . .?”
“Hard dick.”
I laugh, simply because that wasn’t the word choice I was expecting.
“Is that okay?” she says.
“It’s fantastic.”
“If you pan down and let me see you, then, in exchange, I’ll flash you a little nipple afterward.”
“You’ve got yourself a bargained-for exchange, pretty lady. Are you ready now?”
She’s breathing hard. “I’m ready.”
“Okay. One hard dick coming up!” I remove the blanket from my torso. “Dicks ahoy, baby! Well, dick ahoy. I only have one.” Without further ado, I pan my camera down . . . past my chest . . . down my abs . . . following my treasure trail . . . “You’re still at yes?” I call out.
“Yes!”
I aim my camera at my straining cock—eliciting a soft “Oooh” from Alessandra—before returning the camera to my face. “And there you have it. Objective proof I’m not actually hung like a bull. Like I told you, I’m just an average dude with an average-size dick.”
“I dunno, dude. You look hung like a bull to me.”
I snort. “Based on your vast experience.”
“I’ve seen dicks on the internet. Granted, I’m no dick connoisseur, but . . .” She giggles. “I guess ‘hung like a bull’ is a relative term, depending on who’s saying it. A dick probably looks a whole lot bigger to the girl who’s planning to get impaled by it, than the boy who’s going to be the impaler.”
And there it is.
She actually said it.
Out loud and explicitly.
“Hello?” Alessandra says, even though she’s staring right at me. “Did you have a stroke?”
“You’ve been thinking about having sex with me?”
She rolls her eyes. “Only every day of my life.”
I exhale. “Same.”
Alessandra looks a bit shy, all of a sudden. “We’ll have to take it slow when we see each other, though. One baby step at a time.”
“Of course.”
“But, yes, eventually, I want to do every freaking thing there is to do with you, when we see each other in New York.”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. In fact, I think I might have died and gone to heaven.
“Matthew? Are you okay?”
I close my eyes and make a blissful face. “I’m so happy.”
She giggles. “You wanna see my nipple now, loverrrr?”
I nod effusively. “Nipples, ahoy!”
“Only one for now.”
“Nipple ahoy!” I slide my hand underneath the covers again, straight