"If you don't hurry up and get here, I'm going to have to do it myself."
She warned her fiancé, thighs trembled as her fingers brushed over her clit, moaning as it pulsed under her light touch.
He was on his way home from the airport, calling her from the back of his limo and things had quickly escalated from dirty talk to video call sex. Before she knew it, she was naked on the bed, fingering herself close to orgasm.
"Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?" he teased, knowing fully well what just his voice could do to her.
"Don't you dare to cum!" He warned. "I fully intend on burying my tongue in that pretty pussy of yours and making you cum all over my face."
"Oh fuck," she moaned. "Please if I can't cum, let me stop. I don't know if I can hold it any longer," fingers slipped inside her pussy as her free hand gripped the comforter
"No!" He almost yelled. "Keep rubbing. You don't stop until my tongue is there to replace your fingers. I want you soaking and needy for me when I get home. Just a few more minutes darlin' I know you can hang on."
She focused on his words, his praise kept her steady as she tried to think of the least sexual things she possibly could and dragged the orgasm out.
By the time she heard the front door open, tears of frustration were tracking down her cheeks, her clit swollen and throbbing, demanding release.
He leaned against the door frame of their bedroom. "Now that's what I like to come home to."
"Look at you so pretty, all flushed and sweaty for me. You've been thinking about my face between your legs?" He smiled, walking over to the bed, stripping and leaving a trail of clothes on his way.
She drank in the sight of him nude, never getting tired of his body, sculpted to perfection and all hers.
