Page 88 of Wild About You
“Uh…”
I smile at her reluctance to answer. “You’re in sweatpants and your hair is in one of those messy bun things on top of your head, right? I can almost picture you.”
“If you think I spend my alone time not showering and wearing comfy clothes, you’re absolutely correct, but you’re wrong on the wardrobe. I have on a pair of your boxers and the T-shirt you were wearing the day before you left.”
“This I have to see.” I hit the video button and a second later her face fills the screen. Brown hair is on top of her head as I predicted, and she moves the phone to show me she’s wearing one of my old hockey T-shirts.
“That has to be ripe, baby. I worked out in that.”
“I don’t care. I like smelling you.” She lifts the collar to her nose.
“Well, it’s fine by me. You wear that out of the house, and no one is coming near you.”
“You want people to avoid me?”
“Something like that.”
“Haven’t we already established I’m all yours.”
A memory flashes from the night before I left—Piper screaming my name as I devoured her sweet pussy. Maverick comes out of the shower, singing loudly and bopping his head.
“Sorry,” he whispers when he sees I’m on the phone.
“You’re fine.” I stand. “Are you done in there?”
“All yours. I’m gonna call the wifey.”
I head into the steamy bathroom and start the shower. I pull my shirt over my head and Piper’s gaze falls to my chest.
“If you’re about to kick me off the phone, you should have hung up before taking off your shirt.”
I push my pants and boxers down. “I’m not kicking you off the phone.”
“Oh.” Her eyes widen and then she understands. “Oooh.”
“Lift your shirt up, baby.”
She complies, raising it so her tits are bared to me. I stroke myself and set the phone on the counter. “Fuck, I miss you.”
I went years without having her, but now two days feels like an eternity.
She sits on her bed, holding her phone so I can watch as she trails her fingers over one boob and then the other. The bracelet, the one I wore for years, hangs from her wrist and glides over her skin as her hand moves south and disappears into the waistband.
“Is my pretty pussy wet?”
She nods and flips the camera so I can watch as she pushes the boxers down to her ankles and circles her clit.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“I would give anything to have your hands on me instead,” she says.
“Me too. Close your eyes and increase the pressure, imagine it’s me.”
Her hips rise and she picks up the pace. My dick pulses in my hand, but I force myself to go slow until she’s closer.
“So beautiful and you feel so good.” The words come out in a low growl. Ah fuck, I’m never gonna last.
“Turn over, Piper.”
