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“I don’t…” Her words say one thing, but her actions say another. Her hand moves along her torso and down to the hem of her camisole. “Archer! I don’t know how to do this.”
“You know how to follow instructions.” I groan when she lifts her top and reveals a ridged abdomen. Lines that cross her stomach and asmattering of freckles I long ago stopped noticing. It’s funny how distance has created a brand-new appreciation for the woman I get to call mine. How the fact that I can’t have her makes me want her so much more. “Think of this like a practical lesson in college, Doctor Mayet. I’ll be your instructor.”
“Lawd.” She half laughs, half pants. But fuck, she brings the fabric all the way to her throat and shows me a perfect set of tits that make my tongue tingle with need. “You’re gonna make it weird.”
“I don’t know all the medical words. So you’re gonna have to work with me.”
“Doesn’t make you a very good teacher then, does it?”
“Hush.” I unzip my jeans and lift my hips to move the denim down. Then I sit again, slipping my hand into my boxers and wrapping my palm around my cock. Already, it’s hard for her. Needy for the only woman on this planet with the ability to make me gentle. “Grab your tits.” I drag my bottom lip between my teeth and groan when her hand comes up to follow my instructions. “Play with them.”
“Mammary gland.” She mocks me, using the world’s least sexy words, but she releases a soft breath when her finger and thumb circle her nipple and elongate the tip. “I’m massaging the mammary gland.”
“Shut up,” chuckling, I squeeze my cock and draw my hand along the length until the end. “We don’t need the medical words. I changed my mind.”
“So we can hang up now?”
“Fuck no.” My hand vibrates with a desperate desire to hold her. To be with her. To bruise her flesh and use her up the way she so selflessly offers night after night. “You never tell me no.”
Distracted, she plays with her nipple and half-closes her eyes when pleasure ripples through her blood. “Hmm?”
“Sex. I realized in all the time we’ve known each other, no matter if we’ve been fighting, or working, or running around busy, it didn’t matter if you were mad or sad or completely enthralled in something else, you’ve never told me no. Not once.”
“You have a gift for convincing me. Shit…” she exhales a long, breathy sigh. “Archer…”
“You say my name like that and think I’m not gonna come in my own hand?” I pump a little faster. A little firmer. “Bring your fingers down, Mayet. Over your belly and into your underwear. Move the camera,” I clarify when her hand disappears. “Show me more. Open your legs and put the phone at the end of your bed so I get to see you touch yourself.”
“This is practically porn.” And yet, she lowers the phone and provides me with a perfect view of boy-leg underwear hugging her trim hips. The video jostles, stealing from me a moment of pleasure. But she snags a pillow and tosses it toward her feet, then she sets the phone against it, emptying her hands and using her newfound freedom to slide her panties down.
“Fuckkkkkk,” I groan. Because I get a perfect view of her asshole. Her pussy. Those sweet lips and a narrow thatch of hair she doesn’t always keep. “Minka?—”
“Tell me what to do.” She throws her underwear away and lies down again, setting her feet on either side of the phone and trailing her fingers along the inside of her thigh. “I want specific instructions, so I don’t feel like an idiot.”
“You don’t look like an idiot. I promise.” I stroke my cock and study her pussy. Already, fire burns in my veins and leaves me damn near breathless. “Fingers, Mayet. Start with one and show me how wet you are.”
She follows my order, running her fingertips down and gasping when she brushes over her already throbbing clit. “Ahhh…” She whimpers, lifting her hips as her body searches for pleasure. As her core chases that touch.
“Inside, beautiful.” I study the phone intently, wishing for a fifty-inch screen, and not one that stretches only three. “Slip your finger in all the way to the knuckle. You like it when I do that.”
“God.” Her touch is hesitant, slow, but she follows my orders and slides her middle finger in, all the way until the end. Then, dragging it out again and moaning, she repeats the process, but with two fingers. “Archer…”
“I love you so much.” I crush my cock in my palm and pump, tempted to close my eyes and pretend I’m wrapped in her. But I refuse to give up the image she gifts me with. “Go faster. And curl your fingers back until you feel it.”
“Until I feel…” But then she gasps, whimpering and straining her legs as her back arches and her hips twist. “Ahhhh.”
“That.” My mouth waters as pleasure sprints in my veins. “You’re frothing, babe.” My eyes turn hooded, but I force them open and train them on her swelling pussy. On her hand, so much smaller than mine, working her body the way I like to. “I want to eat you up so fucking much, Minka.”
“I wish you were here.” Her hips jut high, then her chest grows as she inhales, her tits creating a mound I get to study despite the angle of her phone. “Archer, I wish you were doing this for me.”
“I know.” I gasp when fresh spires of heat sprint in my veins. As my release teases closer and closer. “You’re coming home to me soon.” I speedmy hand, like I’m riding her supple body and not my own palm. “Then I’m gonna fuck you raw and lock us in our room for a week straight.”
“Archer!”
“Come for me.” Moisture slicks the tip of my cock, coating my hand and almost tricking my brain into thinking I’m with her. “Now, babe.”
MINKA
Imove downstairs and head toward the kitchen for breakfast the next morning, showered, dressed, pressed, and ready for my day in court. Because it’s Friday, and today better be my day. The alternative, of course, is for my day to be Monday. Which would mean spending the weekend with my New York family and not at home with the one person I want to be with.
