It Gets So Hard When I'm Missing You

I'm Missing You...

The pit of Norah's stomach felt prickly-hot, and she knew it was Billie's sultry bedroom voice that was responsible. When he was tired, his voice grew really low and velvety, and it did something to Norah that she couldn't explain, even after a decade of marriage. There was something beautiful in the way he never sounded groggy, even when he was absolutely spent. His voice would just grow low and breathy, its melodious cantor never faltering.

"I've wanted you all day, Norah Grace," he murmured, kneeling in front of the camera so that only his handsome face was in its view, speaking lowly against the microphone. His emerald eyes burned with lust into the camera, his luscious lips curling into a sexy smile. "I woke up this morning so hard for you."

Those last four words made Norah's ovaries tingle, and she quickly realized this video wasn't going to be of Billie singing at all.

"I thought of your warm, curvy body on top of mine and those soft titties of yours that I love so much caressing my face as you slide up and down on me...so warm and wet," he purred, closing his eyes. "And I couldn't help but touch myself...I tugged on my balls and stroked myself slowly, pretending your wet lips were around me instead of my stupid hands...and it felt so good. So, so good, baby," he whispered, his eyes opening once more. "But I wanted more," he continued, growling lowly. "I wanted your pussy so badly, Nor...you have no idea."

Norah melted as her nickname danced across his lips. She was already so worked up just listening to him talk. Whimpering, she slid a hand down into her yoga pants and massaged her clitoris through the fabric of her underwear, her other hand holding her phone out in front of her. Her fingers slid back and forth the fabric with so much ease. She was already soaking wet. He just had that effect on her. Whimpering softly, she slid her fingers underneath the fabric and hissed; desperate fingers meeting fiery flesh.

"So I took out my fleshlight and edged myself until I was about to burst," he continued, smiling shyly, not breaking eye contact with the camera. "Then I stopped." Drops of water from his damp hair rolled slowly down his temples, and he smiled again, standing up slowly and pulling out his fleshlight from below before laying it out on the table in front of him. It was a standard Pink Lady Original fleshlight; flesh-colored with a black handle that opened at the end, and shaped like an actual vagina. It had been Norah's idea; she had suggested long ago that he take it out on the road with him whenever he was on tour. Billie had no problems maintaining fidelity and he certainly didn't need an artificial vagina to masturbate and reach orgasm with, but having this toy made everything a little more exciting. Norah had even used it on him a couple times while they were on the road together. It drove him wild, and it drove Norah wild to see him use it on himself. This was a first for her.

"I stopped because I want you to come with me, baby," Billie continued; his voice low, warm, and calm. "I want you to come with me. Touch yourself," he breathed, positioning his phone in front of the fleshlight, using it as a support. Then he backed away slowly, sliding his fingers down underneath the waistband of his boxers. Slowly; painfully slowly, he pushed them down until they pooled around his ankles, and he clutched his erect cock as it sprung free. "Oh, God," he whimpered, pinching his eyes shut and shuffling forwards slightly. Norah watched in amusement and delight as he moved his right hand up and down on his shaft in a very slow, steady rhythm. Then he paused, opening up his palm and spitting into it before continuing to stroke himself.

"That's it, baby girl," he groaned, pausing his stroking to cradle and fondle his balls. "Play with that pretty pussy for me. Faster. Faster." His breath was shaky, and Norah wanted nothing more than to open her eyes right now and see his sweet face twisted in heavenly arousal on her phone screen, but she squeezed her eyelids together even tighter, consumed with the immense pleasure she was feeling. She did as her husband asked; going faster, faster, and even faster yet, until her legs started to cramp and shake. She imagined him on top of her; his toned, colorful torso kissing hers with every thrust; exploring every cozy ridge deep inside of her with careful precision as he gasped into her ear.