Page 62 of Not Falling for the Forward
I firmly grip my cock at the sound of her gasps, pumping it in time with her thrusting her vibrator into herself. I watch as her legs start to quiver, release catching up to her fast, and I squeeze my cock imagining the feel of her walls tightening around me.
Her moans quieten and come out as soft little gasps, signalling to me that she is even closer than I think. I speed up my own tempo, rushing to come with her when I watch her whole body tighten and relax. The final shout of my name coming out of her lips has me spilling into my hand, tissue ready to clear up the mess.
I pant from where I am sitting in my hotel bed. Softening cock still in my hand I watch the rest of the video play out, Emily sitting up, smiling, a blush creeping up her chest and neck. She looks at me, off camera, her eyes still dark with lust. The video ends.
The day she agreed to let me film her I had fucked her from behind. Her wet, warm pussy making me come so quickly I’d had to pull out, finishing all over her ass.
Today, I had to settle for my hand, like I have all week. I clean myself up and use the bathroom, jumping into some joggers, I get ready to settle down for the first evening of doing nothing since arriving in London five days ago. I had an away match that coincided with a few brand events and photo shoots, so it just made more sense for me to stay here rather than travel back and forth. But with my events and Emily’s shift schedule, it means it has been a week since I have seen her. And fuck, do I miss her.
I can’t stop thinking about her.
It’s not just how good she feels wrapped around my cock, or how soft her skin is when she is curled around me. I want to see her. I want to hear her laugh so hard that she snorts. To be in the same room as her whilst we talk.FaceTimeis fine, but it’s not the same. I want to hold her hand, smell her lavender shampoo in her hair.
I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. Where I crave both the physical and the emotional from someone. Thankfully, we have been able to make some time together, even managing someFaceTimefun, through the magic of modern technology. But nothing will beat the real thing.
As if she can read my mind, and is missing me too, my phone vibrates next to me and her picture pops up. It’s one I snapped of her when I hired out a private bowling alley for us and they pretty much forgot we were there. We both wanted a drink, and we were hungry, soshe snuck into the main building and came back with a tray of beers, some cans of diet cokes and 6 packets of crisps. She is holding the tray up like a trophy grinning from ear to ear at her bounty.
“Hey,” I say as I answer. I can hear a low rumbling on the other end of the line.
“Hey, sorry if it’s noisy. I’m driving home, and I didn’t know if you’d want to chat.”
“Of course I want to chat, I miss you!”
“You do?”
“Of course I do, Emily,” I say rolling my eyes, as if she really believes that I don’t. “Now, tell me about your day.”
We talk all through her drive home and switch toFaceTimewhen she is cooking her tea, by cooking I mean heating up one of the meal-preps I left in her freezer for when she finishes long days, so she doesn’t live off toast and cereal. I order room service, and we eat together.
We debriefed about her day; she’s in a good mood having had a nice shift. She even got to have her break with Jess, which I know fills her heart. We talk about my brand meetings from today and how I think I’m going to turn one down because I don’t want to be involved with a company whose CEO is involved in some pretty public cheating allegations. We talk about normal stuff, boring stuff, non-football related stuff. Stuff that most people aren’t interested in speaking to me about.
When we are both finishing up, she yawns and rubs her eyes.
“You should get some sleep,” I say.
“Yeah,” She agrees on another yawn, this one so large that I see her tonsils. “I still need to shower the hospital off me.”
“I should let you go, then.”
Her eyes light up, “Unless you want to watch?” she suggests. I groan. Because I really fucking do. More than that, I want to be there with her, lathering her in her lavender soap touching every inch of her, massaging out the tension of the day from her shoulders.
“Fuck, Emily, you know I do,” I say and grit my teeth. “But you know that if I do, you won’t be going to sleep for a long while. And you’re obviously exhausted.”
She starts to disagree, but another yawn falls out of her mouth. “See,” I say, “Besides, I’m back tomorrow. I’ll see you then.”
She must be tired because she doesn’t hide the smile that spreads her mouth wide. “I can’t wait.”
“Me either,” I say returning her smile, not scared to show my own feelings. I never have been with Emily; she has been mine for longer than she knows. The fact that she’s now admitting to looking forward to seeing me, missing me, just shows how far she has come from that closed off woman she was when I first met her. “I’ll nip home, drop my things and come straight to yours.”
She looks at me shyly, “Um, if you want, I could pick you up? You’re all getting dropped at the stadium, right?”
My small smile turns into a grin. “You want to pick me up?”
A blush has crept up her neck to her cheeks and she looks down from her screen, “Well, I just thought…”
“I love that idea.” I cut her off saving her from whatever needless embarrassment she must be feeling.
She grins back. “See you tomorrow, then.”
