Page 37 of Out of Office
“What’s in that package you sent me? I’ve been uncharacteristically patient with you.”
“That you have.” I smirked, focusing on today. Whenever I focused on today, I won.
“Should I go get it?”
“Go ahead.”
Gen smiled shyly but moved quickly, the camera bouncing about as she took me for a ride around the hotel room. She settled back against a mountain of pillows in the bed and installed her tablet in this contraption she’d bought.
“Okay, open it.” I propped my phone against a stack of books I’d settled on my bed.
Gen ripped open the package with childlike delight. Then the innocent glee morphed into giddy lust as she realized what I had sent.
“Oh... I... I’ve never bought one of these.”
“When you pleasure yourself, do you do it fast, just chasing that orgasm, or do you take your time with yourself?” I asked. Her eyes widened, and I could tell I was spot-on.
“I...well, I kinda come fast. I like to think it’s my superpower.”
“And I love that superpower, I truly do, but sometimes I wish you could take it slower. Tonight’s not that night because we both have to go to sleep, but maybe, we can explore that more together. That G-spot massager is the beginning of that exploration.”
Gen’s chest rose and fell, her nipples clearly hardening under my heated gaze.
“So, we start tonight?”
“You have to go to sleep, though—” Whatever else I was going to say vanished as she shimmied her shorts and panties off.
“I do, but it could be fun to try it out?”
“Yeah, but you gotta clean it first. With the...” I almost swallowed my tongue when a view of her plump ass took over the camera. Resisting the urge to strip, I awaited her return.
“Back!” She scrambled into the spot in front of the tablet and settled against the pillows. I could see her lush legs slightly open and the evidence of her desire between her legs.
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No, no, I want to come with your gift.”
I said a brief prayer for resilience and temperance. This was for her, not for me. I repeated that mantra as Gen spread her legs wide-open, showing me what I was missing.
“Okay, so today we don’t have much time, but whenever you and I were together, you would hold your breath. Try coming this time but breathing through it. Touch yourself as if I wasn’t here.”
She gaped at me, then hesitantly ran her hands down her belly between her legs. Her moan traveled on a direct flight from her hotel room straight to my dick. My erection strained inside my shorts, but I refused to touch myself...yet.
“I...okay, but I need more.”
“You need more?”
“Yeah, talk to me...”
“Fuck, Preciosa. I love it when you relax enough to take care of yourself like this. You’re doing such good work.”
“Oh, oh...” she breathed as her fingers did the work I couldn’t do.
“When you’re back home, I want you to pencil in this time for you. Every night, put on some candles, some music, prop up that tablet and give me a call if you need me, but this is for you. All you.”
The toy buzzer turned on, and with laser concentration Genevieve pleasured herself. I sat there, hard as a steel pole, showering her with praises as her orgasm approached her like a bandit in the night. When she shuddered in delicious release, I realized the image of her gorgeous brown skin glowing under the bedroom lights—her face, relaxed in pure ecstasy—would be ingrained in my brain forever.
As I attempted to settle into bed after a double jerk-off session that left me drained, I knew I didn’t want to be without Gen.