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That pulls a low, raspy sound from Nicco. “Fuck me, Isabella. Do that again.”

I giggle but comply, allowing the peaks of my already hardened nipples to rise above the water’s surface once more, but this time I scoot myself up in the tub so they remain visible.

“If I was there,” I say, sliding my fingers across my chest, grazing my nipples every so often, “I’d run my hand down your chest like I’m doing to myself.”

I change course and run my fingertips down the center of my chest again. “Down over your abs, stopping to trace the outline of each. Adding in the sweetest butterfly kisses that I know get you excited.”

“And if I was with you, I’d start with your nipples,” Nicco says. “Those beautiful fucking nipples of yours that deserve to be worshipped. Kissing each of them just the way you like, never giving one more attention than the other.”

“Mmm,” I hum out, resting my head back while I bring my hand up to my breasts and squeeze them each.

“Then I’d kiss my way down your stomach, to the inside of your thigh, pausing on your right one because I know it’s the most sensitive,” he says.

He’s right. I’m not sure what it is about my inner right thigh, but Nicco discovered that sensitivity long ago, and every time he’d acquaint himself with it, it would always send a shiver of excitement straight through me.

I rub the spot on my thigh with my hand that I’m surprised doesn’t have a permanent indentation from Nicco’s teeth from previous years.

“I’d nibble there until you couldn’t take it anymore and were squirming under my hold.”

I glance back at the screen and see Nicco’s moved his arm, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s about to make himself feel just as good as I do.

“And then once I knew you wouldn’t be able to take anymore, I’d kiss my way over to your absolute favorite spot.”

With his words, my hand moves over to my pussy.

“Fuck,how I wish I was there with you right now so I could taste you. The restaurant wasn’t nearly enough. Do me a favor, baby. I want you sitting on the edge of the tub. Perch yourself up somewhere. I need to see you work that pussy of yours.”

Doing as I’m told, I rise from the water and sit on the edge of the tub, spreading my legs.

“Show me,” Nicco says, and I look at him on the screen. “Lower your phone down to that sweet cunt of yours. I want to see you work yourself until you’re coming completely undone.”

A thrill of excitement courses through me as I lower my phone. I can still see Nicco on the screen as I slide my hand over my heated core.

Nicco adjusts himself on his bed again, and I know exactly what he’s doing.

“You like what you see, Nicco?” I say while rubbing along my slit, up and down, teasing myself.

“You know I do,” he groans out. The screen shakes a little, and I’m sure it’s because he’s working himself up at the sight of me.

“Show me,” I say, repeating his words back to him. “I want to see what you’re doing to yourself.”

A low chuckle comes through the phone, and Nicco gives me a sexy-as-sin smirk before lowering his phone down to his hardened dick. My mouth salivates at the sight of his hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

“You want your mouth wrapped around my cock, Isabella?”

“Yes…” I moan as I find my clit and nearly jump at the sensation on my sensitive bud.

Nicco squeezes the base of his cock before rubbing up his long shaft, causing a glistening bead of precum to form at his tip.

He rolls his palm over the head of his dick and lets out a low grunt of approval before running it back down to the base. I lick my lips at the sight, wishing it was my hands on him instead of his own.

“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” I say, my voice laced with intoxication from this sensual moment.

“Show me how badly, baby.”

Nicco jerks himself off while I thrust my finger inside of myself, pushing in and pulling out in sync with Nicco.

“That’s right,” he says between fierce pants. “Imagine that’s my cock sliding in and out of you.”

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