Me: Why not?
Reed: Because it doesn’t belong to you.
Me: Who does it belong to?
Reed: To the person who doesn’t leave my bed in the middle of the night.
Me: You know why I can’t be that person.
Reed: And yet you’re still driving me crazy. You can’t let me be. You’re here again making me want you.
Me: I don’t know how to stop. I need you.
Reed: Fuck. You know I can’t say no to you.
My heart races faster. I’m so turned on. Reed makes me feel so powerful. So alive. So wanted.
Me: If I can’t see you, at least let me hear you.
Reed: Wren…
Me: Please.
I press the up button on the intensity when my phone starts ringing. I moan at Reed’s smiling face on the screen. I almost cum just looking at it.
“Reed,” I breathe out as a half moan.
“God, Wren. Don’t say my name like that,” he groans.
His sharp inhale triggers my imagination to go wild. I moan as I press the up button again on my vibrator. “I wish I could see you. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“You know what I’m doing,” he says angrily.
“I want-.” I pause to pant as my body shivers. “I want you to describe it to me.”
He lets out a frustrated groan. “I’m touching myself.”
“More details,” I pant.
“I’m wanking off my cock,” he says sarcastically.
“Do you have lube?” I moan as I increase the intensity level up one more.
“Just my own spit,” he responds.
Fuck.
“Go to the bathroom. There should be a travel lotion with the shampoo,” I moan back.
“I don’t want to get up,” he complains. “It feels too good.”
Fuck. Fuck!
“Reed! Please-.” My body can’t take anymore. “Oh, fuck! Oh...Oh...Oh, oh, oh. Fuuuuck!” I gasp as my body falls apart completely. My pussy begins pulsing as the vibrator continues to blow and suck around my clit. My muscles tense and contract, and my hand clenches down on the headboard.
“Jesus, Wren! Did you just? Fuck!” he shouts through the phone.
“Bathroom!” I pant as I try to steady my breathing. “Now.”
He groans even louder. “Yes, ma’am.”
Fuck. Why is he so fucking hot? Why do I feel turned on whenever I’m around him? It’s like now that I’ve had him, I can’t get enough of him. He makes me feel liberated. I’ve never been this bold in bed before. With Jake, I’d mostly just lay there or he’d fuck me from behind. He’d never let me take control.
“Fuck. Shit,” he groans again quietly. “Got it,” he says into the phone.
“Don’t leave the bathroom!” I shout out as I turn my vibrator back on the lowest setting. I can already feel my second orgasm building.
“What?” he asks, confused but still sounding like he’ll do whatever I ask.
“I want you to watch yourself while you do it. In the mirror. I want you to watch yourself and tell me what you’re doing,” I pant.
“Wren. God. Fuck!” he yells.
“Hurry up. I want you to cum with me next time,” I say.
“Okay,” he breathes out harshly.
“What are you doing? I need you to tell me what you’re doing.” I moan again as I turn up the vibrator’s level.
He makes a sexy as fuck noise and then follows my instructions. “I’m pouring the lotion over my cock,” he groans and then goes quiet.
“Don’t stop!” I yell. “I need to know everything.”
“Ugh...I’m spreading it over myself. I’m rubbing myself. I’m squeezing it. Fuck, I want you so bad,” he groans again.
“Are you watching yourself? I want you to tell me what you see in the mirror,” I moan.
“Fuck, Wren! I don’t know…” he trails off.
“Reed. Tell me what you see.” I don’t let him stop.
“Ergh!” he grunts. “Fuck. I don’t know. I see myself. I see myself stroking my dick.”
“Describe your dick to me,” I pant back.