I lean back on the couch, pulling my shirt up and my pants down to grab my throbbing cock in my hand and snap a pic. I check to make sure it’s showing just how thick and hard I am for her and hit Send. “There you go, Kitty Kat. That’s what you do to me.”
I hear her breathe in as the pic comes through on her end and she sees what she does to me. “Damn, Derrick,” she gasps, her voice quavering, “Is all of that for me?”
We’re starting to slip into this with ease, the buildup from multiple get-to-know-you texts and flirty jokes making the initial awkwardness a thing of the past. “All yours, Kitty Kat. I need you to do something for me tonight.”
“Anything,” she replies immediately. The lack of hesitation makes me shake, knowing that she’s with me, whatever I say next. “I want to see you. I want to see you come for me. Can you FaceTime or Skype me, Kat? Let me see you.”
There’s a long, silent pause on her end, and I wonder if I scared her. “Derrick, I don’t know. I’ve never done anything like that and I’m not done up. What if . . .”
She trails off, and I’m eager to put any concerns she may have at ease. “What if what? It’s just you and me like it was before, turning each other on.”
Kat sighs in my ear, her voice quiet and insecure. “What if you don’t like what you see?”
I laugh. This woman is crazy in a good way. “Kat, I already know I’ll like what I see because it’s you. I’ve pictured you a million times already, in all different shapes and sizes, and they’re all sexy as fuck because they’re you. I just want to see you for real. Are you saying that if I’m old and fat and hairy, you’ll never want to talk to me again?”
I wait a split second before I continue, “By the way, I’m none of those things, in case I just scared you.” When she chuckles a little, I know she’s relaxing and I can tell she’s thinking about it.
I hear her take a big breath, and I’m already prepping for the no I know is coming when my phone beeps.
Oh, yeah, this what I know we both need. She’s changed our phone call to a video call. My pulse pounds in anticipation, palms sweaty. I know it’s intense, but I’m so ready to show her just how intense I can be and still keep her within her comfort limits.
A huge smile breaks across my face as I accept the call, and a split second later, I see her.
Kat’s eyes are huge, the brown orbs wide with nerves, but she’s stunning. Her honey blonde hair falls in messy waves down around her bare face like she just pulled it out of a bun, and she’s wearing the same V-neck t-shirt from the picture earlier.
There’s no way to describe her except to say that she’s an angelic dream. So fucking beautiful.
She waves shyly, and I realize neither of us has said anything yet. Finally, she finds the nerve, even if her voice is small, worried that perhaps I wouldn’t accept her. “Hi, Derrick.”
I smile widely, both at having a face to match to the pure eroticism of her voice and also in surprise that this gorgeous woman would ever doubt that she is the epitome of sexiness. “Hello, Kitty Kat. I don’t want to sound trite, but . . . you are stunning.”
I watch as she bites her lip, obviously not really believing me but pleased with the compliment nonetheless. Her eyes race across my face, taking in my wavy dark hair, blue eyes, and my trimmed beard. I have a moment of uncertainty, hoping she likes what she sees too.
“You too,” she finally manages. “Well, not stunning. I mean . . . you’re handsome. Hot.”
The last bit comes out quieter, like she meant to only think it but it slipped out anyway. It makes me smile, but it’s softer, and I lean forward, setting my phone on my coffee table. “You okay? We good?”
Kat nods her head, her smoldering eyes on me through the screen driving me insane. It’s like her body knows what she wants, and most of her mind knows it too . . . but she’s got something that’s pulling her back. “Yes. I’m okay.”
I grin, planting my elbows on my knees and watching my screen like a hawk. I smile before continuing. “Take your shirt off, just like before. Show me those tits I’ve been dreaming about all evening.”
There’s a jostle on her end as she props the phone up and steps back, letting me see more of her curves. I swallow as I take her in.
She’s about average size but has a thickness to her in all the right places. I don’t even realize that I haven’t said anything yet so she speaks up instead. “Derrick?”