“But I have stretch marks.”
A frown darkened his brow. “So? You had a baby.”
“But you’ll see them.”
“Riley, I see you all the time.”
“This is different. I’m different.” She glanced down at her body. It was soft in places where it used to be firm. Purple grooves marred skin that used to be pale and pristine.
“I love you. I love your body.” His compassionate tone changed, a wicked edge lighting his words. “I promise, if you lose the top, I’ll be so focused on your tits nothing else will matter.”
A thrill dashed through her. Could she do this? Sure, over the past two months they’d had the occasional conversation that had developed into phone sex, but this, this was something else. Dare she indulge?
After putting Seth to bed she’d ditched her bra and changed into pajama bottoms and a tank top. Slowly she peeled the tank top up and whisked it off over her head. The cool air blowing in from the window instantly pebbled her nipples, and a blush rose on her skin.
She was about to reach for her shirt, an objection on the tip of her tongue, when she glanced at the screen and witnessed the lust in his gaze.
Her body began to ache when she saw his hand dropped off the screen in the direction of his dick. It made her bolder. She skimmed her fingers along her collarbone and inched them downward.
“God. Yeah, Riley, touch those tits. Pinch your nipples.”
She did as he instructed, but when she moaned, she paused and glanced at the door. “Just a second.” Rushing toward it, she listened carefully before edging it open just a bit. Distantly she could hear the sounds of the television and her father laughing. The rest of the house was quiet. She took solace in the knowledge that her room was at the far end of the house, separate from where Seth’s room bordered her parents.
Locking her door, she hurried back to the bed and screen where her boyfriend waited. His arm was moving leisurely as she assumed he stroked himself.
Almost immediately her fingers returned to plucking at her hardened nipples. They were super sensitive as her body was already producing extra hormones. “Heath,” she moaned his name as her panties grew wetter. With how hypersensitive she’d become in the last week or so, and the length of time it had been since she’d been able to see him as he climaxed, this wouldn’t take long at all.
“That’s my dirty girl. I knew you could do it.” His breath grew heavier. “You’ve got me so hard. Are you pretending that’s me? That I’m touching you?”
“Yes.” Her eyelids drifted closed. Alternately she cupped her breasts and pulled on the peaks.
“Show me how just how filthy you can be. Lose the pants, Riley. I want to see you. All of you.”
Her eyes popped open and she swallowed. “If I do that, then I want something in return.”
“Anything.” The promise carried such weight. If only the thing she wanted most could come true, but distance separated them.
“Put the screen where I can see you too.”
As he moved to comply with her request, Riley reached down and pulled off her bottoms and her panties. When the screen settled, she saw Heath’s profile, his body, thick with muscle, his hand curled around his strong shaft, softly stroking. His heavy balls were drawn up tight, and his thighs were flexing. God, she wanted to feel all that muscle, all that smooth warm skin against her own palms.
Instead she drew her fingers down her body, passed her pubic curls and toward her swollen lips. As she drew her fingertips along her vulva and located her clit, she couldn’t hold back the moan.
“Damn, I wish I was there.”
“So you could do this?” Kneeling on the bed, she spread her legs a little wider, and pushed two fingers inside herself. His hand moved faster. “What else would you do?”
A wicked grin turned up the right side of his mouth. “My naughty little girl wants to know all the dirty things I plan to do to her?”
Her hips rocked in time with her little thrusts. Her own touch wasn’t going to be enough. She needed his words. “Yes. Yes. Please.”
“I love it when you beg me.”
She watched his gaze tracking her movements. She was growing desperate. It’d been too long since she’d had a decent orgasm and the one currently building seemed promising. “Heath, please!”
“I think I’d do just that, Riley. I’d tie you down to our bed and work you over with my tongue. I’d lick and tease that little clit of yours until you begged me to let you come.” His words painted a vivid picture. She wished it could be true. “But I wouldn’t let you.”
“Bastard.” The word was whispered, yet he still heard it, if his chuckle of amusement was any indication.
“Are you close? Is your body quivering? Are you ready to beg me?”
“Yes. Yes. Heath.” His name was little more than a breathless moan.
“What would you give me, Riley? What would you do for me if I let you come?”
“Anything. Anything.” She vowed.
“Would you let me fuck those gorgeous, sassy lips? Would you take my cock down your throat?”
Her hips moved faster. Her fingers thrust harder.
Apparently, her groan wasn’t enough of an answer. “Would you, Riley?” He demanded.
“Yes! Yes!” She cried. “Anything!”
His hand was nearly a blur as he jerked himself off, the muscles in his arms and chest straining. She knew he was trying to hold back. “That’s what I’d do, Riley. I’d fuck that pretty face of yours, and then I’d flip you over and take you from behind, pounding into you until you screamed my name.”
His dirty words threw her over the edge. “Heath!” With his name on her lips she came, her fingers pumping faster until the climax subsided, and she fell on all fours before the camera, her breasts swaying freely close to the lens.
“Fuck! Riley, God!” Heath’s roar came through the microphone as his cum spilled over his hand, and his body shook.
In the aftermath of their rowdy evening adventure, Riley’s skin cooled quickly. She tossed her clothing back on and made a quick trip to the bathroom while Heath found some tissues.
Soon they were settled before the screen once more, and shame for what she’d just done flooded her. Laughing it off, she told him, “I’m not sure I can do that again.”
His head cocked slightly to the side as he examined her. “You really have no idea how hot you are, do you?”
Another blush scurried across her face. She huffed out noise that was part laugh, and part scoff.
“You are, Riley.” His serious tone made her take note. “You are, you know. You’re everything.”
Suddenly she knew she needed to tell him. She wouldn’t be able to hide it much longer anyway. She was beginning to feel sick each morning and soon her parents would take notice. “I have something to tell you.” Riley wavered. “I didn’t want to tell you this way, but I don’t think I can wait.”
Heath leaned forward. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
“Nothing bad. At least I don’t think so. I just figured you’d want to know. I wanted to tell you in person, but this lockdown is dragging on and on.”
“Riley, babe, just tell me. Whatever is weighing on your mind, let me be a part of it.”