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You had been gone for a few days now. This wasn't anything new. You always went on business trips. But, why did this trip feel so different? Caleb couldn't pinpoint it and he was tired of trying to due to the fact that he just knew he needed you. He swallowed as he sat on the couch and used one finger to trace the outline of his bulge while the other hand was occupied with your red lace panties.
They smelled so good. The musk of your pussy made Caleb's cock twitch, a whine escaping his throat. He missed your pussy so bad. He loved licking your sensitive clit as he rutted into the bed and loved sinking his dick into those walls he knew were made with him in mind.
Another inhale. He pushed his grey sweatpants down and freed his leaking cock. He got his fingers and rubbed his slit to smear his precum and his head fell back against the couch.
“Fuck…I'm so sensitive…” Caleb breathed. His rough hands grabbed his shaft and gave it a few tugs before he realized that this wouldn't be enough. He needed to hear your voice. He needed you to talk him through it so that he could be good for you. He reached for his phone nearby, his hands trembling slightly as he dialed your number. You picked up in a few rings, happy to hear from your boyfriend. Although it was a video call, you didn't notice how low Caleb's eyes were and how his gaze averted away several times as he looked down at his dick and watched precum come out like he was in heat.
Just hearing you talk about your day was pushing him closer to the edge already so he removed his hand and watched his cock twitch as you described the lunch you had that day.
“Baby, I miss you so much…so much…” Caleb sighed as his eyes fluttered closed. That's when it clicked for you. You sighed and smiled softly into the camera.
“Is that so? How bad do you miss me?” You teased with a lilt to your voice that could make him come at any moment now.
It was a surprise to you but he actually turned the camera around and made you watch him lazily stroke his cock. “Look at how hard you made me and you aren't even here…fuck”
You let out a quiet sigh and bit your lip as you watched him rub his thumb over his slit. Your eyes fluttered closed and you smiled softly to yourself. Moonlight filtered in your hotel room, creating a halo around your wandering fingers. They traced the curve of your hip and teased the band of your pajama shorts as your eyes rolled and looked at your phone screen again.
“Now it's my turn to say you're all wet and eager…” You say softly with a teasing lilt that made Caleb's heart flutter. Your fingers finally pushed past the top of your shorts and grazed your finger through your slick folds. You were already slightly clenching around nothing, wishing it was your boyfriend's dick.
He looks so sensitive. It's twitching at every stroke, every touch.
You held back a whine to keep up your dominating façade. “Look at how pretty it looks,” a shaky breath caressed your lips, “ bet you wish you could fuck my mouth right now, don't you? How Pathetic."
If only he could see how pathetic you looked right now, two fingers teasing your hole as it dared to suck them in. You needed him inside you so bad, already. You needed to feel every vein and curve of his cock as your pussy molded to him perfectly.
You heard his hand speed up, his cock seemingly dipped in pre-cum. His head hit the back of the headboard as his mouth hung up, groans ricocheting off the bedroom walls. “Yes…fuck yes,” he panted, “ Just keep talking to me baby, please…”
He propped the phone up and you saw his whole body. His hand immediately went to his nipples as he rubbed his pointer finger in circular motions over it. He let out a dry sob, his chest heaving, his breathing uneven.
“I need to feel you wrapped around my cock. You'd squeeze me so well. My dick was made for you, baby. It's only for you, no one else. No one else..” The whispered pleas in between his words finally allowed three fingers to massage your velvety walls.
“Fuck….Look at how handsome you look touching yourself. Does your fist feel better than me, my love?” You teased as a whimper escaped your lips at how beautiful he looked, how his flushed cheeks could be seen even in the moonlight.
He eagerly shook his head,” No…no.” He couldn't even think of anything else to say as his left hand left his nipple and reached under his thigh. His fingers tips dug into his thick thighs as he slouched, stroking his cock with much more vigor now. His thighs were shaking and his head was thrown back as you fingered yourself, unable to hide your own moans now.
“You're spreading yourself out just for me to see? Are you going to come inside me like a good boy? Don't I deserve it?” You whined as your knees touched from the pleasure of it all.
“You deserve it! You deserve everything,” His voice suddenly boomed through the phone with a drawled moan. He wasn't going to last. He couldn't last. His nails dug more into his thighs and then moved to the sheets; he was searching for anything to anchor him.
You knew he was about to come so you wanted to test him. You were dancing along that line of ecstasy with him but you wanted to tease him some more. “Don't come yet, baby. Go nice and slow,” His shaky hand reluctantly slowed down,” Good boy…” You and him both knew that would only send him closer to orgasm.
You ordered him to slowly speed up and praised him at every turn. God he loved your praises. All he wanted to do was make you proud. No one else's opinion mattered. As his hand sped up, he was back to the edge he knew he couldn't jump off of without your permission.
"Please let me come, baby. Please? Wasn't I so good for you? Fuck, baby please-” He tried to remove his hand from his dick but it was too late. His back was arched as his cock twitched and decorated the sheets and his thigh with cum. Seeing the desperate sight did nothing but make you clench onto your fingers and let out a wanton moan as you imagined him filling you up.
“Yes….yes! Come inside me….you're such a good boy….such a good boy….” You panted as you took your fingers out of yourself and put them into your waiting mouth. You hummed, tasting yourself but imagining that it was his cum.
Looking over at the camera, Caleb finally stopped cumming and he was laid out on the bed.
“Fuck. You need to come home now.”