Page 146 of The Defender

The hardest part of a long-distance relationship was not being able to touch each other. Our conversations filled an emotional void, but they couldn’t satisfy my need for physical intimacy.

My toys got the job done, but they weren’t him. Unfortunately, they’d have to do until one of us could visit the other in person. Unless…

An idea took shape in my mind. It was something I’d never had the guts to do, but this was Vincent. It was now or never. “I forgot to mention one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“I went shopping for some new lingerie over the weekend.” I leaned back, my stomach fluttering with a mixture of nerves and excitement. “Black lace. It’s gorgeous.”

Vincent’s eyes darkened. “Show me.”

A thrill coursed through me at his command. I pushed away from my desk and knelt on the bed so he had a better view from my computer.

The air pulsed as I pulled my silk nightshirt over my head, leaving me in a semi-sheer lace bra and matching thong.

My heart raced. We’d sexted before, but we’d never sent nude pictures or engaged in cybersex. This was a whole new level of eroticism, and I would’ve chickened out if Vincent’s sharp intake of breath didn’t ignite something deep inside me.

“Do you like it?” My voice sounded almost too breathy to be mine.

His eyes traced the swell of my breasts and the curve of my hips. They lingered between my legs before they met mine again. Little fires erupted everywhere his gaze landed.

“I’d like it better if it was on the floor,” he said, the steel in his tone betraying the softness of his words. “Take it off.”

My heart rate sped up from a gallop into a full-fledged frenzy.

This was it. The point of no return.

Are you really going to do this?

I stared at myself onscreen.

The video version of me stared back, her cheeks pink and her lips parted as she slowly reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She tossed the scrap of black lace aside before she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and shimmied out of that too.

It felt like an out-of-body experience, but my senses returned to me when the last stitch of clothing fell off my body.

I kneeled there, fully naked and vulnerable. My body thrummed with nerves but also…a tiny thrill. It was my first time being naked on camera, and while it was scary to put all of myself out there like this, it was arousing in a way I couldn’t name.

My nipples pebbled into diamond-hard points, and wetness pooled between my thighs.

I swallowed, my attention shifting back to Vincent. He’d removed his own clothes while I’d been stripping. He watchedme from his desk, his eyes dark and hooded while his hand gripped the base of his impressive erection.

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered. “Play with your nipples and cunt. I want to see how you get yourself off when you’re alone at night.”

His words zipped through me like an electric shock. My pussy clenched with need, and I kept my eyes on his as I spread my legs wider.

I curled my forefinger and rubbed the slick, swollen nub while my other hand played with my breasts. I alternated between them, tugging at and pinching my nipples until jolts of pleasure shot straight to my clit. I was on fire, every inch of my body blazing despite the winter chill seeping through my apartment.

Vincent groaned, his hand twisting up and down his cock. Seeing him so turned on turnedmeon even more, and I couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Oh, God.” I whimpered, my head falling back as the beginnings of an orgasm coiled at the base of my spine. The slick, erotic sounds of Vincent jerking off mixed with my heavy pants.

I thought having sex over video would make me feel disconnected, but this strangely feltmoreintimate. We couldn’t hide here. There were no sheets or dim lighting to soften the experience or conceal any insecurities. It was only us in all our raw, naked glory, taking pleasure for and with each other in the ultimate expression of trust.

I wouldn’t do this with anyone else. I’d be too afraid they would pick apart my flaws or use it against me somehow, but Vincent? I trusted him whole-heartedly, and any self-consciousness I might’ve felt at pleasuring myself on camera was long gone.

I rubbed faster, my breaths turning erratic as my orgasm crept closer and closer and?—

“Stop.” Vincent’s harsh command brought the impending wave to a halt.