June 15
HARRY
Jesus fucking Christ.
I swallowed loudly and noticeably, my heart all but stopping at the sight of her. She kept her gaze locked on mine, and I could tell my sudden deer in the headlights expression amused her.
She trailed her index finger along her chest, just below her collarbones as she watched me through hooded eyes.
"I already told you Ive never done this before, Harry," she said, her voice staying low to keep from being heard beyond her room. "If you want me, you're going to have to tell me what to do."
I sucked in a breath, before biting down hard on my bottom lip.
My God she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and all she was doing was telling me to talk her through internet sex...
Yup, I was going to marry this girl.
Regaining my momentarily thrown composure, I grinned.
"You're going to need your hands free, babe," I explained. "But I want to see you. Find somewhere to prop the iPad up."
She paused, turning to look around her small room. Hopping off the bed, she disappeared from view for a minute, and I could hear her dragging something along the floor. I laughed, wondering what in the hell she was doing. Just then, the picture moved, as she replaced the iPad on her makeshift stand. Appearing back in view, she was all long legs and perfect figure, before sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"What did you do?" I asked, laughing.
"Used my luggage stand," she shrugged. "I don't have much else in this room."
I snorted, shaking my head at her, before telling her to lay down on the bed. She followed my instructions, before pulling the screen closer to her. I could see her completely, from her gorgeous face to her perfect body, the image stopping at the middle of her thighs. She wore a thin strapped top, as I had noticed before, and tiny little sleep shorts.
"You have to do it, too," she scolded, laying on her side facing me.
"Bossy as ever, I see," I quipped as I pushed the laptop off my legs, setting it beside me on the bed.
We watched each other or a quiet moment, me gauging if she really wanted to do this, while she seemed to be waiting for instruction. Finally, when I decided she seemed confident in her decision, I smiled at her.
"I want to see you," I told her, and even I could hear the change in my voice. Just the thought of her turned me on.
She grinned shyly, dropping her gaze. Slowly, she pushed up into a seated position, before grasping the hem of her top, and pulling it over her head. The moment she was free, she tossed the fabric beyond the camera, sitting facing me.
God she was stunning. Every inch of her was perfect, smooth, flawless skin. Her breasts were small and round, and I had never wanted anything more than I wanted her nipple in my mouth.
I told her so.
She giggled, but thankfully didn't hide.
"Your turn," she whispered, forcing me to reciprocate. Following her command, I mimicked her action, grasping the edge of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head. I watched as her eyes roamed over me, and where I would usually feel self conscious and immediately defensive, with her, I felt overwhelming calm.
"Is it weird I can't wait to trace your tattoos?" she asked.
I laughed. "No, that was actually part of my dream."
"With my tongue?"
My eyes widened, my mouth falling slack. Jesus. This girl was going to be the death of me. She never ceased to amaze me, going from shy and innocent one moment, to naughty and sultry the next.
My reaction seemed to please her, a sly smile coming to her face before she laughed lightly. It wasn't often that I was rendered speechless, and so far the only times I could remember it ever happening had been because of this girl.
"God, I wish I could touch you," I admitted, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. I had been with a lot of girls, and yet none of them compared to this one. I wanted her in ways I didn't even know I could want someone.
"I wish you could, too," she sighed with a little frown.
"Touch yourself, babe," I told her, laying on my side with my head propped up on my hand. "I want to watch you for a bit."
Her unsure expression returned, and she immediately went back to being shy and reserved. A moment ago she was wanting to trace my tattoos with her tongue, and now she was avoiding my eyes. She was adorable.
"Lay back," I told her, trying to relax her with my voice. "Close your eyes. I know you feel a little nervous, so this will help. Just lay back, close your eyes, and run your hand over yourself as if it were mine. Pretend it's me. Touch yourself like you want me to touch you."
She bit her lip, the action causing my cock to twitch. God I loved when she did that. After a moments consideration, she laid back against her bed, giving me a perfect side view of her body. The gentle glow from the oil lamp at her side cast a gorgeous glow over her, highlighting every dip and curve of her figure.
Slowly and cautiously, she trailed her hand over her stomach, before up to her breast. She palmed herself, teasing herself, her bottom lip still trapped between her teeth. I watched her intently, completely hypnotized by her. She took her time with herself, her eyes staying tightly shut to block out my intrusive stare, and I could see her breathing increase. I prayed it was because of her thoughts of me, more so than the skills of her own hand.
Gently, she slid her hand back over her stomach, down towards her middle. Just as she slipped her finger tips under the band of her shorts, I stopped her.
"Not so fast, baby," I scolded, her hand immediately stilling. "Where do you think you're going?"
Her blue eyes stared at me, a small pout coming to her full lips. "But, I thought..."
"You're supposed to be pretending its me," I corrected her. "I would take my time with you. Tease you. As much as I can't wait to feel you, I want to craving me first."
"I already am," she said quickly, causing my breath to hitch.
God, this shouldn't make me so damn happy to hear her say that. But it did, and I didn't even give a shit.
"Close your eyes again," I whispered, grinning as she did as she was told. "And do what I say."
I waited for a moment, gazing at her as she lay on her bed. She was breathing deeply already, anticipating my instructions. I was already hard, and my pajama pants were just too damn tight. But I wanted to wait. To watch her, and savor her in the only way I could for the next several months.
"Place your middle finger in the hollow at the base of your throat," I told her, my voice deeper than usual thanks to how fucking turned on I was. "Lightly, barely touching yourself." I paused as she did as instructed, her lips parting slightly. "Now trail it, slowly, down your middle."
She moved her hand, feather light and painfully slow, down between the valley of her breast. I relished the sight of her, the noticeable change in her breathing.
"Are you thinking of me?" I couldn't help but ask. "Wishing it was me?"
"Yes," she breathed, her back arching slightly. God, it was like she was going to come already, and we had only just started. Granted, I was as well, but I wasn't about to rush this moment.
"Stop just above the edge of your shorts, babe. Then trail it along the hem, and back up along your side." She did as she was told, obedient and stunning, squirming under her own touch that she wished was mine. "God, Lane, you're so fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? How amazing you look right now?"
I expected her to stop, stilling her hand under my flattery. But she didn't, thankfully. She seemed too wrapped up in her actions, touching and teasing herself. For a girl who said she had never done this before, she was a natural.
"I want you so bad, baby," I groaned, unable to stop myself from slipping my hand into my sleep pants, taking hold of my cock and squeezing gently.
"I want you," she sighed, turning her head and opening her eyes at me. The sight of me with my hand down my pants surprised her, a little crease forming between her eyebrows. "I can't touch myself yet, but you can?"
I smirked under her scolding. "I couldn't help myself," I admitted unabashedly.
"Well, maybe I shouldn't obey you, then," she challenged, moving her hand down herself.
"Freeze!" I called out, locking my eyes with her. "Not yet. I'm not done with you." Removing my hand from myself reluctantly, I held both hands up in front of the camera. "There, happy?"
"I'd be happier if you were here and I didn't have to settle for my own hands," she purred. "Yours would feel so much better."
I groaned, my head rolling back against my pillow. "Jesus Christ, Lane, what are you doing to me?"
She giggled, loving her influence over me. I looked back to her, ready to move this along. "Put to fingers in your mouth. Suck on them for a bit, then run them over your nipple. Be a little rough, pretend it's my mouth. Because my God, I want to bite down on you so fucking badly."
All signs of the previous uncertainty and shyness she had exhibited seemed long faded, as she immediately did as I instructed, sucking on her fingers, before setting to work on her breast. Jesus fuck she was incredible, and it was all I could do not to reach down and take control of myself again. I watched silently, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth to keep myself from groaning at the sight of her.
I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see more of her.
"Take your shorts off, Lane," I growled at her, ceasing her motions on her chest. She didn't even look over at the camera, immediately reaching down and stripping herself naked. She was bare, completely smooth and flawless. She must have a habit of Brazilian waxing, unless she prepared herself for this. But for some reason I couldn't picture her premeditating to that extent.
I imagined myself kissing up the inside of her thigh, running my nose along her middle, inhaling the scent of her before wrapping my lips around her. I twitched at the thought.
"I think it's your turn," she smiled coyly, trailing her index finger along to torso.
She was a God damned goddess.
Shaking my head playfully at her, I pushed my pajama pants down my hips, arching off the bed to kick them away. The relief of finally being free was momentary, the throbbing ache remaining. I looked back to her, her eyes locked on me. Again, that damn lip was pulled between her teeth. I gave her a moment to look at me, before her eyes met my own.
"I want to be inside you so fucking bad," I said, unable to stop myself.
"I do too, but now I'm a little nervous," she giggled.
"Why?"
She turned her head, embarrassed. "You're not exactly small, Harry,"
My eyes widened, and I couldn't help the bubble of laughter that left me. I quickly controlled myself, not wanting to ruin this moment. "You'll stretch," I assured her. "Now, trail your hand down yourself again, and this time, I will let you touch yourself. Slowly, babe, along the inside of your thigh. Pretend its my mouth. My tongue. Then you can touch yourself. Just run your finger along your middle."
I watched as she followed my instruction, trailing her small hand down her stomach and between her legs, along the inner aspect of her thigh, before finding her middle. The moment she slid a finger along herself, she sighed, the sound causing me to groan. I quickly grasped myself again, my enthusiasm a little much, and I jarred.
"Good girl," I praised, watching this glorious girl pleasure herself, wishing it was me. "Slide a finger inside yourself baby."
She did as she was told, her mouth parting slightly. She wasted no time in pumping herself, before adding a second. I watched her, shocked and so fucking turned on at the sight of her, before she frowned, turning her eyes to me.
"My fingers aren't thick enough," she frowned, her eyes falling to where I was pumping myself. "Its not as good as if it were you."
I groaned loudly, her words mixed with the actions of my hand causing me to shutter. "Babe, you're killing me."
She kept her eyes locked with me, her hand working herself over, her pacing increasing on herself, as I followed suit.
"Does it help that I'm having the same issue?" I groaned through gritted teeth. "My hand is too big, I would much prefer your hand. Or your mouth."
Now it was her turn to whimper, her eyes fluttering. "God, Harry,"
Yes! My name coming from her lips mixed with sighs and groans was almost enough to make me come right then. I increased the pace of my hand, working myself, my body tensing under the abuse. I watched the beautiful girl on my screen, the way her body writhed, her full lips parted, wishing every second that it was her touching me. That it was her wrapped around me.
God I loved her.
"I'm close," she whispered, her eyes closing, her mouth falling slack.
"Harder, babe," I encouraged through gritted teeth. "Use the heel of your hand on your clit." I could tell the moment she did as I told, her body jarring, a shriek coming from her immediately.
"That's my girl,"
"Harry,"
"Com'on, Lane,"
"Please,"
"Let go,"
Obedient as ever, the moment I told her to release, she came, her entire body tensing, shuttering, her beautiful lips forming a perfect circle as her eyes screwed tight. The sight of her would be forever ingrained in my memory, and even if I died tomorrow, I would die happy.
I worked myself over violently, my teeth practically grinding as I brought my own end, calling out her name, my head falling back. My hand kept pace through my orgasm, as I pictured her clenching around me, rocking her hips and pulling my end from me.
When I was finally finished, I was sweaty, breathless and tired. Opening my eyes, I met hers through the screen. She was flushed, her skin glistening, her head resting on a hand. My eyes drank her in, the sight of this beautiful, sexy, gorgeous girl who had just gotten herself off to the thought of me.
Breaking my stare from hers, I glanced beside me, noticing the stain I now had on my sheets. Turning back to her, I frowned playfully.
"Well, this is my second set of stained sheets in as many days thanks to you," I scolded.
She laughed a beautiful laugh, hiding her face in her pillow. She was still completely naked, seemingly not even embarrassed by her bareness. Which was good because I planned on her being naked a lot when she got home.
"I would say I'm sorry," she answered, looking back to me. "But it would be a lie."
Now it was my turn to laugh. "Don't worry, I will think of some fun ways to make you pay me back."
Her smile widened. "I can't wait."
We laid in our internet afterglow for a long while, talking about everything. She told me how slow things had been at the camp, and the eerie feeling it brought. I tried to calm her nerves, knowing that the others on site and their 'calm before the storm' shit had made her wary. I told her of the latest book I had been reading, and of the trails I had found to go running nearby.
I had never met anyone that I wanted to talk to this way. About anything and everything, until my voice was hoarse and lost. I didn't want to leave her, ever. I didn't want this moment to end. But when her eyes grew heavy, her yawns coming more frequently, I knew I had to let her sleep.
"Go to sleep, baby," I said, smiling as she brought a hand over her mouth to stifle her yawn. "You gave yourself quite the workout."
She giggled embarrassed, rolling her eyes at me. "I would rather you give me a workout."
"Oh I plan to. A lot. You should probably just come right here to Seattle, so we can have the privacy of my flat, because I intend to make your scream my name so loud the neighbors call the cops."
Her eyes widened, a scolding gasp escaping her. "Harry!"
"You know its true," I shrugged. "I will have six months of pent up frustration and longing. You wont be able to walk for weeks."
"Then you're just going to have to cater to me. Bring me breakfast in bed, massages, all that," she teased.
"Deal," I laughed, tilting my head at her. "Now to go sleep, Lane. I don't want to be responsible for my girl being so sleepy tomorrow."
"Fiiiine," she whined, pulling her sheet over her naked body.
"I love you, Lane," I whispered, trying to evoke every bit of emotion and truth in my voice.
"I love you, Harry," she repeated, pulling the iPad from her make shift stand. "I will email soon."
"Okay," I sighed, hating the idea of going even one moment without her. "Sleep well, my beautiful girl."
I relished in her smile, as she puckered her lips, blowing a kissing at me, before closing down our call.
Turning off my laptop, I tossed it aside again, before pulling the sheet over myself.
Only one hundred and fifty four more days.