Page 66 of The Loves We Lost

The only thing I can do is nod.

My mouth is dry.

Between my thighs is a completely different story.

“Wiggle out of whatever else you’re wearing,” he says, and there’s the hint of authority in his tone I respond to.

I do as he says, wondering if I should be saying something flirty, but nothing comes immediately to mind. My dirty-talk game is weak.

While I do as he says, I see him remove the rest of his clothes. The fact we’re both naked is a little more reassuring.

“Now, open your legs, put a pillow between them, and rest your camera on it.”

This makes my cheeks heat. I can feel the blood rushing to them. I see the little thumbnail-sized image of me in the top-right corner of my screen. But Miles has done the same on his bed and has absolutely no issue stroking his cock in front of me.

“Good girl,” he says. “Ah, fuck, I miss your pussy.”

Feeling brave, I move my fingers to it. I’m slick and ready. I ease my index finger through it, then back to my clit. It’s a slow and steady stroke, but I need very little warming up.

“I want you to take some of that and smear it on your lips and tongue,” Miles says gruffly. “Want you to taste the peaches.”

I do as he asks, rubbing my finger over my lower lip before tracing it with my tongue. When I finally draw it into my mouth, I purse my lips around it and suck on my finger.

“Wish that was my cock,” Miles grumbles.

“I wish I could control myself when I’m around you.”

Miles smiles softly. “I’m banking on the fact you can’t. If only I was there to make you come with my tongue.”

His words make me shiver. “Instead, you get to watch.” My words sound breathy. “And knowing your eyes are on me but you can’t do anything about it is kinda hot.”

“Fuck, Vi. Yeah, talk to me like that. Pinch your nipples, tug on them. I wanna see.”

I’ve always had super responsive breasts. When Miles would kiss them and suck on them, I could get so close to an orgasm that it would take seconds for him to get me over the edge.

I feel the same way now as my fingers nervously reach for my nipple and tug. The sensation ripples all the way to my core as my pussy clenches.

I suck in a breath, my lips slightly open. “I’ve never done this for anyone else,” I say. “There’s something about you that makes me feel a little wild.”

“See what you do to me?” Miles asks, stroking his length. His chest is a little mottled, his voice, rough. Like first thing in a morning when he’d drunk too much whiskey the night before.

“Are you hard for me?” I ask.

He shifts a little so I get a better view of his large hand wrapped tightly around his thick length. There is a bead of precum glistening on the tip as he eases his hand up over the rim of his cock and back down to the base.

His eyes meet mine, etched with need and an adoration I’m not sure I deserve. “So fucking hard, Vi. You got a vibrator on hand?”

Nerves flicker for a moment, but I pause what I’m doing and reach for the two I have. One is long and purple with an additional curved wand designed to vibrate against my clit. The other is small and squat.

“The purple one, Vi. I want you to fuck yourself with it and pretend it’s my cock pumping inside you. Tease yourself with it first.”

It hums as I turn it on, and the first vibration against my clit as I gently stroke myself makes me gasp.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now. Doing that for me while I watch. Does it feel good, buttercup?”

The pace of Miles’s strokes increases as he focuses on the top half of his cock. His other hand slides lower to tug on his ballsand his feet slide against the sheets of his bed as his arousal grows.

“Fuck, I can see how wet you are, Vi. That all for me?”