Page 38 of Hotline
It's too bad that the hologram doesn't capture all of those little details. Honestly, it's really no better than the one in Star Wars. The tech has some ways to go.
Julian sits back in his chair, hips rising with an accompanying growl in his chest, the outline of his dick visible in his dress slacks. Even though the tech isn't perfect, I could identify that thing from outer space.
"I wish I was there to eat those cookies with you."
"Me too," I say. "There area lotof cookies to eat."
"I don't know if I'd be able to try any," he says, "because there are way more important things I'd have to take care of first."
"The cookies would have to wait?" I say, cheeks blushing.
"You fucking know it."
"What's more important than oatmeal lace?" I say. "What would you be doing instead if you were really here right now?"
He scoots forward and his image becomes fuzzy. I get my pregnant ass onto the floor to move the phone closer.
"That's better," I say with a sly little grin as his image reappears.
He reaches out, and even without touching me, I can feel the soft caress of his virtual fingers as he glides them over my thighs.
"If I were really there right now, I'd be on my knees licking between your gorgeous legs." His eyes drift to mine, his lips slightly parted like he's just seeing me for the first time. He looks at me with wonder and awe. I can't believe, after 10 years, how obsessed we still are with each other. Our love is like a force of nature.
He slides his hands up further. I help them along, wishing he really were here, but it's hot to be acting out what he wants to do to me. I slide my fingers higher until my dress finally breaches the apex of my thighs. He lets out a growl as he sees my panties appear.
I shiver, my skin prickling with goosebumps as his phantom touch ignites every nerve ending.
My back arches, seeking more. His hands hover above my covered pussy.
"Wider," he commands. "And take the dress off."
I sweep it over my head and toss it at him. The pixels of his disastrously handsome face warp and vaporize.
"No!" I laugh. "Come back!"
I grab and claw at the space where his hologram once sat before me.
When he comes back into focus, he has a huge grin on his face.
"I wish I could actually hold that dress right now. I'd inhale it like oxygen."
His fingers glide through the air, outlining the shape of my rounded belly. I close my eyes, imagining the weight and heat of his real touch. My skin tingles as he traces the faint stretch marks adorning my sides.
"I love you," he says. "I love everything about you. Every piece. Every part."
I moan softly as his hands roam over my breasts, now fuller and more sensitive than ever before. He ghosts his thumbs over my nipples and I arch into the sensation.
"I wish I were there to worship your body in real life," he whispers as an expression of longing takes over his features. He sits back in his chair, as if his dick is about to bust through his pants and dupe me into thinking it's real. His voice takes on a huskier tone. "Now. You're going to do exactly as I say."
A little moan escapes my lips.
I spread my legs farther.
"I think I can do that."
He puts his hand over his cock and rubs it up and down.
"Slide your hand down into your panties." He grits his teeth as I place my hand on my swollen belly, teasingly tracing a line down to the lace band of my panties. I let my hand linger, tracing beneath the curve of my stomach.
