Page 57 of Make My Heart Malt

“Let me see.”

She slowly lowers the phone. Her slender neck comes into view, followed by her ample chest. The buttons on the jersey are undone, exposing the valley between her tits. My dick twitches, knowing she’s wearing nothing but my name on her back. I reach down and adjust myself in my gym shorts.

“Fuck. Tates. You look amazing. Number seven looks good on you. My dick went instantly hard.”

A sparkle twinkles in her dark irises as she nibbles on her bottom lip. “Show me.”

“You want to see how hard you make me?”

Her lips press together as her head jerks up and down. “Yes.”

I pan the camera to the bulge tenting my shorts. With my hand, I tamp down the fabric to give a better view of my dick. I pull my phone away just enough to catch her tongue peeking out between her luscious lips and sliding her hand over her chest. Her fingertip caresses the edge of the jersey. When she reaches the middle of her chest, she slides the fabric away, exposing her plump breast.

“What are you doing, Tates?” I growl.

Her lashes flutter closed as her fingers circle her nipple. “I wish you were touching me right now.”

Somehow, my dick grows achingly harder. I groan, palming myself in need of a little relief.

“I miss you so much, Garrett,” she purrs, her teeth sinking into the corner of her bottom lip.

“Fuck, Tates. You look so hot touching yourself while wearing my jersey.” I slide my hand into the elastic waistband of my shorts and wrap my fingers around my dick. I squeeze the head, and a bead of pre-cum pearls at the top. Smearing it over my crown, I realize this won’t be enough. “If I was in bed with you, what would I be doing to you right now?”

“You’d kiss my neck and then move to the swells of my breasts.”

“Show me.” While she talks, I rise to my feet and stroll to my bedroom to get more comfortable. I prop myself on my bed against my headboard and bend over to pull a bottle of lube from the nightstand. My gaze follows the trail of her finger over her soft and creamy skin.

“You’d wrap your lips around my nipple and suck.” Her back arches when she pinches her stiff nipple.

With one hand, I flip open the top of the bottle of lube and squirt a generous amount on my leg. My body flinches at the cold, but it’s better than squirting it directly on my dick. I swipe one hand through it, doing my best to collect it in my palm while still holding my phone with the other. With my fingers wrapped around my fully hard dick, I leisurely stroke myself. “What do I do next?”

“You continue to kiss your way down my body until you reach my pussy.” Again, her hand runs down her body until she reaches the apex of her thighs.

My grip on my dick tightens as I continue to leisurelystroke myself. “Is that all I do?” My voice is strained as I anticipate what she’s going to say next.

She slides two fingers down her slit. Her breath hitches when she brushes over her clit. “N-no. You run your tongue across my pussy, nipping and sucking me.”

“Fuck.” I groan. My grip tightens as I increase my speed. “You taste sweet as hell. You got me so hard for you.” I lower the phone as I continue stroking myself, so she can see how much she turns me on. When I lift the screen, she has two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out. They’re glistening with her arousal. Somehow my dick grows harder. “Keep fucking yourself with your fingers. Pretend it’s my dick inside you.”

Her head falls against the headboard, and she moans. “Oh! Garrett!” She alternates between rubbing her clit and spearing herself with her fingers.

“Tates. Just like that.”

The camera trembles as she moans out her orgasm. I can’t take my eyes off her plump lips as they fall open. My name is a whisper on her lips. I imagine it’s my fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, giving her pleasure. I squeeze the base of my cock, picturing her mouth wrapped around me, sliding up and down. A tingle starts at the base of my spine and catapults to my balls as my orgasm roars through me. Ribbons of cum erupt over my stomach.

When we’ve both catch our breaths, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “That was… wow. I can’t say I’ve ever done that before.”

I slide my shorts over my hips and use them to wipe off the cum before tossing them on the floor. Tomorrow will be laundry day.

“That was a first for me, too.” I grab the edge of the blanket, covering myself from the hips down.

“Is this how it’s going to be? You on the road. Me athome. In bed all alone. We’ll call each other for phone sex one hundred sixty-two days out of the year.”

“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard. I want nothing more than to be there with you right now. To hold you in my arms, kiss your neck, and bury my face between your legs.”

This time, she lets out a full laugh. “I want that too, so bad.”

“It won’t be forever.”

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