I hold the phone in front of my face, watching you. I’m talking you up the way I always do. It doesn’t take long. It never takes long. Maybe it’s the words I use, the things I describe that I would do to you if only I was there. Maybe it’s the deep, rich tone of my voice and the urgency you hear in it. Maybe it is simply your own, overcharged libido, your unquenchable need to cum and I’m just the catalyst. Whatever it is, you need it. I need it.
We’re looking into each other’s eyes. It’s my favorite part. I see the pleasure play across your face as I talk to you. How your eyes widen and sometimes look through me. How your mouth opens slightly as your fingers play below, out of camera view.
After several minutes of this tease – of holding your phone up with one hand – you realize that you need both hands free to ultimately work your body the way it needs to be worked. You set the phone down on your bedside table and angle it so as to give me a clear, unobstructed view of your bed.