Toys PART 3

I hear Bernard release a shuttering breath on the other end of the line.  I finally push the door open and step over my bra, leaving it parked just outside the doorway.  I turn around and look at it, and in an moment of odd inspiration, I snap another photo.  I am about to close the door and leave the bra, but I remember that the damn thing cost over $300 and along with the $150 matching panties, it’s part of my favorite set.  What can I say? I got an obscene signing bonus when I joined the Private Practice last month, so I decided to treat myself to some lingerie that wasn’t from Target…

I need to catch my breath a second and I really want to send Bernard the photos.  “Hey… Bell?”

He clears his throat, “Hmm?”

“Watch your texts… I’m gonna send you some pics of what I’ve been up to since we’ve been on the phone… Okay?”  I feel high…

“Emmae, you’re fucking killing me…”

“Umm, I’m… sorry?”

“God, no don’t be sorry.  You’re unbelievably hot.  If I could fuck you through the phone, I absolutely would.“

“Hold that thought.  I love you like fucking crazy, Bell.  I’m sending you the pics.”

“Okay.”

I send him the pictures: my lace underwear lightly binding both of my legs together just below the knee… The picture of me in just my bra with my shirt discarded and hanging off the table.  The next one is the one where my tits are exposed and rock hard nipples.  Lastly, the image of my bra on the floor in the doorway.

After a few seconds, he tells me he got them.  I flop myself back onto the bed and close my eyes.  My hands start to wander to my nipples, practically of their own accord.  I’m tweaking them and moaning without sparing a second thought to how thin or thick the walls may be.  

I hear a strangled moan, “Emmae.  Fuck.  Fucking fuck.”  

I can’t fight the smug satisfaction I feel spreading across my face at the choked sound of his grunts.  His breaths come heavy, “Princess, while I was swiping through those breathtaking photos, I accidentally brushed my hand across the tip of my cock, and I fucking came.  Like harder than I’ve come in a long fucking time.  Without even stroking my shaft again.  Just a light touch and my cock fucking exploded.  There is a porn-worthyamount of my come that’s dripping down my cock… some of it landed on my thigh.  And fuck, there’s some on my fucking chest.  By my fucking collarbones… Goddammit Emmae.  This is what you do to me.  This is one hundred percent you.”  

“Bell?”

“Yeah, Princess.”

“Two things.  First, you need to take a picture of what you just described to me.  And I’m going to fuck myself until I’m coming like a whore while I look at it…”

He groans, “Consider it done… my hungry slut.”  

“Fuck, I absolutely love it when you call me that… a slut…”

“You’re my slut.”

“I could never forget that…”

“What’s the second thing, Princess?”

“Get on the fucking computer and find the soonest flight here.  I’ll pay for it.  I don’t give a fuck what it costs.  I want you here by tonight.”  I don’t care if I have to pay thousands to get him here.  I fucking need him.

“Oh, thank fuck.  I can’t go another night without you.  Especially after this.”

“Oh, and Bernard?”

“Yeah, Princess?”

“Bring our toys.”

“As you wish, Princess.”  

I wait for him to send that picture.  When it finally shows up, I nearly climax just looking at it.  His cock is dripping with an obscene, unprecedented amount of his beautiful pearlescent come… I can see some on his thigh, just like he described.  I fucking lick the screen, desperately craving it.  I take the time to start fucking myself with my fingers while he voices all kinds of lewd encouragements in my ear.  I can’t get my fingers as deep as Bernard can get his, but it’s better than nothing.  Then, within seconds of circling my already-throbbing clit, I’m falling apart with an unabashed scream while he’s telling me what a good girl I am… 

Yeah, he needs to get here tonight.  I need him inside me…  Over me…  On me…  Under me…  Behind me…  I fucking need him.