3rd Person
Noah had a long day at the teacher seminar ceremony, which was the last day, and an even longer night packing for his flight tomorrow at midday. He was on the country's exam committee, therefore the teachers had to start setting their final exam papers. He was given complete control over the Psychology and History papers for all four units. Despite his absence, he managed to keep in touch with Dixie on a regular basis to see how she was doing. She was enjoying the few days she had with him, albeit not as much as she would if he were there.
He finally decided to take a shower after having all of that work started and packing done. He checked the time and saw that it was almost 10 p.m. He reasoned that he could shower and then make a brief FaceTime call to his girl.
The hot water streaming down over his body felt amazing. He began to feel the stress and tension that had built up begin to dissipate. He realized that in the flurry of events leading up to his departure, he and his lover had not had sex in almost a week, which was abnormal for them. He didn't even spend time with her the morning he left; she was still sleeping when he departed for the airport at 3 a.m. So they kissed briefly before he left for his flight.
It was a Thursday evening when his mind strayed back to the last time he'd been intimate with her. They'd already done it the day before, but he planned a full night for them and gave the ultimate orgasm for each of them. He touched places she'd never been touched before and she made sounds he'd never heard in his lifetime. He smiled to himself as he remembered the moment, and he felt his hand wander south almost on its own. But, before he took any action, he had a better idea.
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After double-checking that he had closed the bedroom door, he lay back on the bed, covered only in a towel.
"Hey Siri, call Ms.Damelio on FaceTime."
As the call waited to connect, an image of her appeared on the screen. It was a recent photo she took on the balcony, leaning on Noah's naked chest. He adored the way the light fell across her face, how genuine she appeared, and how adorable her freckles were. With a smile on his lips, he wondered aloud, "How did I become so lucky?"
When the phone rang, it was that same woman on the other end, looking every bit as seductive as her portrait.
"What's with the smile?" she said, a grin on her face.
He said, "I'm just admiring you."
"You're so cute," she exclaimed, her grin broadening.
"That's all you," he said. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"I am," she responded.
He said, "How was the call with your mother?"
He attentively listened as she recounted her day for the next ten minutes, smiling at how excited she became when discussing specific themes. He didn't mind that she deviated from the initial question.
"Well, babe, that was exciting, and she'll be staying with you for a few days?"
"Well...yes, but that'll cut into my sex intake, and you're coming back tomorrow, and she's coming to see me tomorrow." She bit her lower lip while saying the first part, which drew his attention. He feigned not to notice for the time being.
"Hey, you're wearing my T-shirt! I'm surprised,' he said. He had no idea she'd take his clothes and wear them. He thought about it but she didn't normally do it when he wasn't there.
"I am...do you like?" She said this while removing her phone from her face so he could view the entire shirt.
Her boobs appeared to be attempting to escape by pressing against the fabric. Her nipples could also be seen peeping through the blue cloth.
He commented, "You're not wearing a bra, huh?"
"No, and that's not all that's missing from underneath this shirt," she said.
This time, the look in her brown eyes gave away what she was thinking. There was a fire blazing in them, and he could almost feel the heat coming through the camera. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who had ulterior motives for this call.
"Noah" she purred, "where's your clothes?"
"I just got out of the shower before I called you" he replied.
"So what do you have on?" she asked, this time, her tongue darting out, licking her lips. He flipped the camera around so that she could see the towel wrapped around the lower half of his body.
"Show me what's mine?" she asked.
"Well", he said slowly, flipping the camera back onto his face, "I think we could arrange that. But you have to earn the right to see what's under the towel."
She enjoyed simple games like this with him, and it had been a long since they had played one together. "How am I going to get it?"
"I want to see you get off on yourself. Right now, I'm in front of the camera."
"Hmmm..." she replied, her face lit up with a knowing grin. "On one condition, I'll do it."
He ask, "What is that?"
"Tell me what to do," she replied, her voice low and throaty. Her eyes glistened.
This was his turf, and he was willing to take on the task tonight. He didn't hang around waiting to be asked again.
"Close your eyes and slip two fingers from your right hand inside your mouth slowly. Then you must lick and suck them as if they were my cock."
She closed her eyes and smiled a wicked smile. She did as he said, opening her mouth, inserting two perfectly done fingers, then sealing her lips over them both and gently pulled them out, an involuntary groan escaping her lips. She did this several times, mixing it up with her tongue licking underneath. She proceeded to slurp them up loudly, coating them in her saliva and screaming loudly. She wasn't sure why she was finding this so appealing, but she could feel her pussy becoming wetter with each passing moment.
"Stop," she heard her love say, and as she opened her eyes, she noticed that his respiration had become more rapid.
"I'd want to see you reach down and slowly glide those fingers up the outside of your pussy, then suck your juices off of them."
She hadn't done anything like this in their relationship before, but she couldn't help herself. Although the camera was still focused on her face as her hand vanished from view, he could tell when her fingers made touch with her hot pussy. Her eyelids closed again, and her mouth slightly opened, letting out another sigh.
"Mmm baby...I'm so wet."
She reopened her eyes, and this time he was staring into brown pools of wild passion, as she returned her fingers to her lips and slowly sucked her juices out, without losing eye contact.
He exhaled, "Fuck babe, that's so hot."
"I know," she grumbled. "I'm so turned on."
He responded, "Take it off," and she knew precisely what he meant as she put the phone on the bed. As she laid back on the bed, he heard a rustle and then the phone was back above her smiling face.
"Pull the phone back. I'd like to see your tits." Her boobs slowly came into focus as she drew the phone back.
He said, mesmerized, "Pinch your nipples."
"Mmmmm..." she murmured once again, her eyes shutting as she twisted her nipples around, squeezing one after the other.
As she continued to play with herself, she remarked, "I wish you were sucking on them."
"Suck on one," he ordered, and she did, gently bringing one up to her mouth, her tongue darting out first to lick the hard little nub, then her lips closing over it and sucking on it.
"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," he said, "I need to see you fuck yourself. I want to see you fuck yourself with your fingers, so flip the camera around and move the phone down to your pussy."
The camera swung around and panned down to her pussy, which gleamed in the dim light of her bedroom. She kept it entirely naked, and she didn't hesitate to repeatedly shove her fingers in and then take them out.
She gasped, "Mmmm...fuck this feels good."
"Yeah baby, fuck yourself," he encouraged her.
"I am," she groaned, "Oh yes, this feels so nice.I wish it was your cock though baby..." she trailed off. Her breathing became more ragged, which he could hear. Two fingers were within her, and a third was flicking her clit as best she could.
"Keep going baby, I want to hear you cum," he said as he opened his towel and let his erection come free. He took hold of his stiff cock and began stroking it up and down.
"I'm going to cum baby," she murmured louder. "I'm going to cum baby...yes, yes, yes,Ohhhhh..." As her climax poured across her body, he watched her legs lock together and her hand buried inside herself. It took a minute for her to begin to descend from the heights she had just reached.
"Look," he said, hmm His big, firm cock was fully engaged when he flicked the camera on his phone around.
She shouted, "I wish I could have been there to lick it up."
"Well, maybe tomorrow night you'll get your wish, but for now..." he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as he stroked himself, as it was now his turn to close his eyes.
"Fuck yes," she said. "Stroke that hard cock for me baby." He moaned a deep moan, the kind that never failed to get her heart racing. She flipped her phone back onto the selfie camera, and set it on the bedside table, resting it against the lamp. Her eyes glued the screen, she started to pinch a nipple with one hand while the other found her slippery clit again.
"All right, now it's my turn to see some action...cum for me," she encouraged.
He said, "Fuck, I don't think I'm going to last long."
With his mouth open and eyes pressed tight, his hand holding the phone accidently swung the camera back around onto his face.
"Open your eyes, Noah," she whispered, and he did, seeing her lustful face and one hand pinching and pulling at her nipple. He couldn't see her other hand, but he could hear how wet she was. As she observed his face as he jacked himself off to her burning hot body, her eyes were filled with sheer lust.
"Oh fuck...yes, yes, YES!" he said between tight teeth, his eyes closing again as he tried to remain as quiet as possible, understanding at the last moment that there were still other colleagues in the rooms beyond his and he didn't want to wake them up. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned. His hot cum hit his palm and then dripped down, over, and around his rigid shaft like a donut icing, so he cupped his hand over the top of his manhood to contain the mess.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." he heard coming from the phone, and his eyes opened and adjusted in time to see his Dixie's beautiful face as she came a second time.
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"That was needed," Dixie remarked a few minutes later, the phone in her palm, her head back on the pillow, eyes closed, black spilling around her.
He said, "It was."
Her glance met his as she opened her eyes. They exchanged a friendly smile. She exclaimed, "You make me so happy."
He said, "You make me happier."
"If I didn't know better, I'd assume you were softening," she remarked sternly.
"Is it a bad thing?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in puzzlement.
He had never gotten tired of hearing her laugh out loud. "Never."