Page 26 of Ma Belle Marguerite
“Do you have any toys?” He asks like he doesn’t already know the answer to the question.
“I do.”What woman doesn’t? “What are you thinking?” Please say you want to see them.
“Show me what you have.” His voice is demanding but oh so sexy.
Moving to my nightstand, I open the drawer and turn the phone so he can see everything inside. He takes a moment to study everything before telling what he wants.
“Grab the pink vibrator and keep it close. We won’t need it quite yet. Then prop your phone on the end of the bed so I can see all of you,Ma Belle,” He instructs with zero room left for argument.
I quickly find a pillow to lean my phone against, lie back so he can see me, and place the vibrator on the bed beside me.
“Good girl. Now spread your legs and show me how ready you are for me.” His voice is starting to sound a little hoarse.
I open my legs slowly as my nightie falls down my thighs, I reach down and gently run my fingers along my pussy. I hoped he would call.
I hear Rex groan as he watches me. “That’s it, show me how wet you are,Ma Belle Marguerite.”
I move closer to my phone so he can see my fingers glisten with my arousal. Biting my lip, I say, “I’m ready for you. Since that kiss on our way home, I’ve been ready. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. But do I get to see you, too?” I pout.
“Patience. If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you watch me come.” He sounds so smug, and it makes me want to smack him, but shit if he isn’t hot as fuck right now. He knows he has me exactly where he wants me.
If he were with me, I’d probably bite him, lick him, or both. He looks like a god with all his muscles and tattoos. He’s a woman's wet dream. He has only gotten hotter with age.
“I don’t think I’ll last long. Thinking about your tattoos and how they moved over your muscles when you went down on me at the hospital has had me on edge,” I whine. Fuck, I need to stop letting him know how badly I want him.
“Lie back again and touch yourself while you imagine it is me licking up your pussy while I fuck you with my fingers.”
I quickly oblige. I want to see that so bad. I feel like a needy mess.
“That’s right. Remind me what you like. Show me how you want to be touched by me the next chance I get.” His voice low and strained.
I hear him unzip his pants, and I wiggle to try and see my phone better. “Rex, can I please see you, too? Please.” I beg, but he just shakes his head no.Asshole.
I start rubbing my clit slowly, imagining that it’s Rex’s fingers instead of mine. I can already feel that I’m getting close. Waiting for this call was torture in itself. He has me panting. Things have always been explosive between us. It looks like that hasn’t changed.
“That’s it, Bella, just like that. Nice and slow.” His praise has me edging that much closer. I feel a shiver down my spine as he growls, “Such a good girl. Go a little faster.”
This is definitely something I could get used to.
I don’t think and just do as he asks. I want him to call me a good girl again. God, this feels so good. I have never enjoyed touching myself this much before. Having Rex watch makes it so much better.
“You look so sexy, Bella. I can still taste you on my tongue.” I can hear the strain in his voice. This is affecting him as much as it is me.
“S’il vous plaît monsieur, puis-je en avoir d'autres?” I ask nicely if I may have more of him. He used to love when I would beg him in French.
“Bientôt, Ma Belle,” he says. “Soon, beautiful, you’re making it hard to last. Watching your fingers move and hearing the noises you’re making is heaven. The only thing that would be better would be if I was there right now.”
I can feel myself getting closer. “Please, Rex, I can’t take much more.” My body tenses, getting ready for the incoming orgasm.
“Now,Ma Belle, insert your vibrator and turn it on low,” he instructs me. “I should make you wait, but I can’t.” He angles his phone so I can see him stroking himself. I see the muscles in his forearm moving, making his tattoos ripple, showing the restraint he is using to make himself last. I match the pace of his long slow strokes with my vibrator, imagining it’s him inside of me.
“Oh. My. God, Rex. I need to come.” The feeling of my vibrator and fingers mixed with seeing Rex touching himself is too much. I’m not ready for this to be over, but fuck, I can’t hold back much longer.
As if he can read my mind, he finally says, “Come for me,Ma Belle Marguerite.Let me hear you moan. Don’t hold back.”
Those are the magic words I needed. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave.Holy fuck!I can feel my muscles tightening around my vibrator, and my legs shake.
“That’s my good girl.” Rex’s voice sounds strained.
