Page 258 of Broken Saint

Am I pushing too hard? Maybe.

But it feels right, and I can only hope she feels the same.

As the seconds pass with no response, I begin to question myself. Maybe it was too much. Maybe we should have left it at sexy talk.

When five minutes pass with nothing from her, I cave and video call her.

“Hey,” she says with only her face filling the screen.

“I’m sorry. That was too much, wasn’t it?”

She shakes her head. “No. I was just…”

“Obsessing despite the fact I love every inch of your body?"

She drops her eyes, unable to hold mine as she agrees.

“Lucky for you, I have a very good memory and a very vivid imagination. Are you naked for me?”

She shakes her head again. “In my underwear.”

Dragging my bottom lip between my teeth, I picture it in my head.

“What color?”

“Baby pink.”

“Mmm,” I moan, licking my lips. “Go and get on the bed, Bombshell. Maybe put the TV on to drown out your moans.”

“Colt,” she warns.

“I’m going to make you feel so good about yourself, baby. Trust me.”

She nods before moving through her room, finding the TV remote, and doing as she’s told.

“Good girl. Now get on the bed.”

“Okay,” she whispers, confirming that she has. Not that I need her to; I can see.

I can also see how fast her chest is heaving and the lace edging of her bra. She’s right, it’s baby pink, but it’s hard to focus on that when her tits are full and needy behind the soft fabric.

“Now what?”

Pulling my cell away from my face, I let her see the rest of me.

Her sharp gasp fills the line and I grip my dick harder.

“This is all for you, Bombshell. I’m so fucking hard right now.”

Slowly, I stroke myself.

“I’m trying to pretend it’s your hand working my dick,” I tell her.

“Christ, Colt,” she breathes.

It’s far from the first time we’ve had phone sex. We were pretty fucking good at it when we were in college and one of us was feeling a little lonely. But we haven’t done it as adults. It’s going to be hot, though. I can already tell that.

“Are you wet for me, Bombshell?”