Page 35 of Beckon

As he asked, he pushed the cover down just enough to show where hisVused to be. It was covered in a layer of “chub” as she called it and it didn’t bother him one bit. He hoped it didn’t turn her off either.

“Wow.” Was her response.

“Is that a good wow or a bad wow?”

“It’s most definitely a good wow.” Something lingered in her voice that he didn’t like.

“What is it, angel?” He stuck with it since he noticed she didn’t protest before.

“Chandler, how can… I mean, how can you be physically attracted to me?”

The disbelief and self-doubt in her voice would’ve brought him to his knees had he been standing. “I don’t understand the question, Tami. I mean, I know the words, but I can’t comprehend what you must see, because it damn sure isn’t the same things I see.”

“I mean, to start with, I talk to myself, like all the time and it’s annoying, even to me. I have at least five years or more on you. Don’t tell me exactly, please, because I don’t know if I can handle that particular truth right now.”

Chandler watched her lips form the words he would give anything to stop. Her eyes held so much insecurity, which was new. She had been nothing but confident before. But this was the first time he was seeing this much of her body. She’d confessed previously that she’d only been with one man. Chandler suspected exposure might be hard. To tell the truth, it was kind of why he started this little bout of video-chat sexy time. He planned to make love to her very soon and he was testing the waters to see what she would like. Getting a read on her limits and desires.

“Add to that, the layer of mashed potatoes I carry around under stretched-out skin with baby stripes, I’m not exactly a prize. Then look at you. You have muscles and your skin is flawless.”

He almost laughed out loud, but he didn’t want to dismiss her worries that way. He most certainly had a dad bod and more scars than he could count.

That’s when it hit him.

She loves me.

It was the only explanation that made sense. She saw only the best parts of him, not cataloging the rest. It was the same thing she did with all his non-physical flaws. She looked past the fat, the scars, the anger for no reason and she saw the parts of him he couldn’t see.

He recognized what she did because he did the same thing with her. He didn’t see flaws, he saw unique things he loved.

“Angel?” When he saw he had her attention, he lowered the cover even farther. Exposing himself completely to her. That would either bond them more or creep her out.

Her gasp and the look in her eyes said it was the former. Thank God.

Chandler kept his gaze focus on her as he slowly stroked down and back up his cock. She didn’t look away. Instead, her breathing increased. He judged by the way the phone shook she may be rubbing her legs together.

He couldn’t be sure, but that was the answer he was going with unless she herself told him otherwise.

“This is what you do to me. You asked how I can be, and I ask how could I not?” Chandler stroked again and gave his length a squeeze right below the head as a drop of moisture formed there.

Her moan sank into his troubled soul.

“You, angel. Everything about you does this. Whenever I’m with you, this is what I have to contend with.”

A few more lazy strokes and he was either hanging up and doing this without an audience or she was watching. Either way, he needed to come.

“Do you want me to hang up, Tami?”

“No.” Her answer was immediate, and he felt like a king. Before he could continue, the phone went almost completely dark. If it wasn’t for her ragged breathing, he would’ve thought the call ended. She wasn’t ready for him to see her watching him and that was okay. He was more than willing to go at her pace.

Chandler stroked himself. “I’m imagining it’s your hand instead of mine. When I look down, I see a small hand with purple nails gliding effortlessly up and down. Up and down.” Chandler closed his eyes and gave himself over to the experience. Faster and faster, he stroked, not bothering to stifle his groans of pleasure. He rubbed over the head, collecting some lubrication and picked up his pace.

“Oh, angel, it feels so good. I’m going to come, is that what you want? You want me to come for you?”

“Umhm.” Her breathing matched his. There was just enough light on the screen to see that the camera was moving in time with his strokes.

“Are you touching yourself, angel? Is it my hand rubbing circles on your clit? My fingers dipping inside your body?”

Chandler didn’t think she would answer, but then he heard it. The sounds of what she was doing in her bedroom and that was all it took. He pumped a few more times and his stomach muscles bunched violently. Ropes of cum shot from the head, angled toward the lens and landed on his stomach.

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