by Scott, Kylie
She smiles wide, positively glowing under the sun’s golden rays. “And what of love?”
“When two people are in that place in their relationship, it only adds to the fire they’ve built. Keeps it burning so it never goes out. At least that’s the way I see it. Or I do now.”
Everything I said bum-rushed my form the same as if I was on the field, running for the end zone and being taken down at the last second by the opposing team’s linebackers. The wind left my body as though I’d had the breath knocked right out of me. My gaze on her became crystal clear and I could see the two of us in the future. A lifetime of laughing and teasing one another. Happiness in a forever kind of way.
In that moment, I realize I’m falling for this woman, and I’ve never laid my hands on her.
Mind.
Blown.
“I’m going to let you finish your routine. I’ve uh,” I point to my situation, “got something to take care of. See you at ten.” I blow her a kiss.
“I can hardly wait, Evan. I’ll see you at ten.”
With a flick of my fingers I head back inside and straight to the bathroom.
* * *
SADIE
Ten minutes to ten o’clock and I’m a tingle of nerves and anticipation. Nervous because what if I do something he doesn’t like, or it doesn’t look attractive through the screen? What if my stomach makes that roll shape when I sit down? Everyone has a sit-down roll, I think? I crunch my stomach up and back in the attempt to see what Evan might see.
Groaning, I flop back on my bed, my laptop next to me. Why am I worried at all? He’s a man. Men like naked women, and he’s made it very clear he likes my shape and seemed rather fond of my breasts earlier today. Perhaps I can focus on those. Distract his vision with the boobage, a guaranteed crowd pleaser.
What if he wants me to put the camera between my legs?
Oh my God! No way am I doing that.
Probably not. Hmm. I’ll want to see between his thighs most definitely. It’s only fair that if he shares, I share.
Okay, maybe if things get super-heated, I’ll give the ole crotch shot a whirl.
I clench my jaw and check the time. Eight minutes have passed and I’m lying on my bed in a teal satin camisole and panty set. There are lace triangles covering my breasts, but you can still see ample cleavage. Under the breasts the cami glides along my ribcage and over my abdomen. The panties are a stretchy lace thong that has a saucy satin bow at the top of my ass crack—as though I were offering my ass up as a gift.
Technically it’s true. In a manner of speaking.
The notification that I’m receiving a video call flashes and I curve to my side on the bed and rest my head in my hand. I attempt to portray an attractive pose and an air of calmness I absolutely do not feel as I press the button to accept the call.
Evan’s smiling gorgeous face and upper body appear on the screen. He’s bare-chested and grinning like a loon. He must have the computer resting on his lap because I can see he’s in bed, leaning up against a wooden headboard with a stack of pillows behind him.
I can’t help but tip my head back and laugh instantly. “We’re such dorks. You realize that, right?” I tease.
He grins and sits up straighter, eyes widening as he looks his fill. “Desperate times call for desperate measures, right?”
“Are we really desperate, though? I mean we’re safe. We’ve got an excellent view to enjoy every day. The Internet, TV, phone, Candy Crush, you know, the important things. We’re not destitute.”
“No, we’re not, but you forgot to mention the most important thing.”
I tap my bottom lip and think about it. “You’re right. Snacks. We have lots of snacks. We’re set.”
He groans but follows it up with a laugh. “Nah, sweetheart, we have each other. I look forward to seeing your face each day, hearing your voice. This may sound incredibly cheesy but you’re the calm in my storm right now. Without you, I’d be losing my mind.”
“Well, that’s one way to get a woman to hop in bed with you. Too bad—I already have. As previously mentioned, neither of us is taping anything or doing screenshots etcetera and we both respect each other’s privacy. Now show me your dick.”
He laughs hard and I watch while every boxy abdominal muscle moves with the effort. His pecs and biceps flex delectably and my mouth waters.
“You go right for the good stuff, eh?” He purses those succulent, plump lips.
I shrug. “Isn’t that how this is supposed to work?”
“It’s pretty safe to say we make our own rules and I’m only going to show you mine if you show me yours first.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“What! Good sir, I protest. How rude and ungentlemanly. I’m supposed to be the delicate flower you’re wooing into having dirty video sex with.” I pout for good measure.
“Is that how it is? Well how about this for starters. You stand up and show me that entire sexy number you put on for me tonight. Give me the full view and maybe I’ll think about showing you more.”
I lick my lips and sit up. “Fair enough.” I back up so I can see his face as I stand in the center of the room with my hands on my hips.
“Show me,” his voice drops to a lower timber that instantly has me shifting my legs together to create a bit of friction where I need it most.
I pick up the flaps of the satin covering my stomach and gift him an even better view of the panties and my belly.
“Come closer to the camera. I want to see those panties.”
Inhaling full and deep, I sashay closer, so the entire screen reflects my lace-covered sex.
“Christ, are you shaved?”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” And on that note, I slowly spin around. When I do, I know the exact second he can see my bare ass.
Feeling emboldened, I shimmy my hips.
“Fuck me, you have an incredible ass. I want to take a bite out of it like a juicy peach. Jesus, Sadie, you undo me.”
I glance over my shoulder at the camera and see he already has a hand down his briefs. His hand is moving back and forth under the fabric in a vulgar display that makes me hot and bothered instantly. Heat and excitement ribbons through my body and settles hotly between my thighs.
“Remove the shorts, buddy, and I’ll take off my top,” I barter.
Instantly he shoves down his underwear and the prettiest, thickest cock greets me. Above average in size and length with a wide knobbed crown that I want so badly to put my lips on. I’ll bet it’s the softest skin I’ll ever touch.
“Wow, you are packing something nice there.” My voice shakes as I watch him encircle the head with his thumb and spread moisture all over the tip.
I moan and bite into my bottom lip.
“Your top. Take it off. Right fucking now.” His voice isn’t a request. It’s a demand, and so fucking hot gooseflesh rises on the surface of my skin.
Wanting to make this good for him, I slide my hands up to my breasts and palm them. Then I pull the lace down to expose them for his viewing pleasure.
“I knew they were beautiful, but damn baby—those are some stellar tits. I’d suck on them for so long you’d come without me even touching your pussy. Pluck and pinch the tips for me.”
I do so and cry out at the beauty spearing through my body. Arousal is coating my thighs and I rub them together while playing with my breasts.
“Top, baby.”
I lift the cami over my head and toss it behind me.
“Get on the bed on your side like you were before but push the laptop back so I can see most of you.”
Blindly I follow whatever he says to do. I’m so turned on I can hardly think about anything other than getting off and watching him do the same. “God, Evan, your body is insane. I want to run my hands and mouth all over you.”
“I want that more than anything too. Take off your panties.”
I close my eyes and just do it. I want this too much. Quick as possible, I push the lace down my hips and le
gs then kick them to the end of the bed. I don’t allow any preconceived notions or pesky insecurities to take me out of the moment. I want to enjoy every second of this experience.
“Sadie, baby, look at me.” His voice is ravaged and so deep I swear I can feel it weave through me like a physical caress. Tantalizing and exotic.
I open my eyes to gaze into his. They are dilated and far darker than they usually are.
“Sadie, you are stunning. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful or perfect for me than you. From the top of your golden hair to the tips of your painted toes. You are gorgeous and I can’t wait to worship you in person in a few more days.”
His words fill me with such desire I can’t help but run my hand down over my breasts and to my wet flesh.
He groans at the move. “Keep going. You’re so fucking hot. Open your top leg to the side so I can see what you’re doing between those thighs.” He bites into his bottom lip the second I open my leg and give him a nice side view of my sex. “Fuck, yeah. Touch yourself.”
I watch him drag his large hand up his thick length. He seems to be gripping far harder than I would and straining into each thrust. So sinfully wicked.
With him as my visual guide, I ease my fingers over my clit, twirling around the sensitive bud until I’m crying out in pleasure.
“Beautiful,” he grates through his teeth. “More. Put two fingers inside. I want to watch you fuck yourself like I would.”
His voice, his expression, his everything get to me. This is so much hotter than I ever imagined. Being shy or worrying over the dimples in my thighs never even occurs to me. Evan just is that inspiring and like a duck to water I go for it, plunging two fingers deep. I thrust my hips wanting it deeper, pretending it’s him fingering me, in and out, just the way I like it.
I watch enraptured as Evan runs another hand down between his massive thighs where he grips the two round globes hanging heavily just under his upright cock.
“If I was there, I’d lick and kiss each ball then drag my tongue all over that steely length, ending with sucking on the tip, running the flat of my tongue along the underside until you go crazy and shoot off in my mouth. Then I’d lock my mouth around your tip and swallow it all down until you aren’t able to move.”
“Jesus!” His hands pick up the pace. “If I was there, I’d plunge my fingers so deep and hook them up and find that magical spot inside you. When I found it, I’d be relentless, tugging and tickling it while wrapping my lips around your clit and sucking until you couldn’t stop humping my face. You’d come over and over, baby, so much I’d be able to sink my tongue inside you and drink deep. I can almost taste the sweetness already. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he warns.
I pick up my pace, turning to my back, but keeping my head to the side so I can watch him go off. The second the first jolt of his essence appears, my body convulses, the orgasm racing through my system, sending shocks of pleasure coasting along every nerve ending. One orgasm barrels right into another one as he coats his abdomen and hand, his neck and body arched powerfully in the most graphic display of virility I’ve ever seen. And it was the sight of me that did that to him. What a heady thought.
Eventually we both come out of the extreme wave of beauty that befell us and just lie there breathing, our chests rising and falling as though we’d run a marathon.
Evan blinks open his eyes and gifts me the goofiest, loveliest smile.
I give him one of my own, grinning happily.
He reaches for a washcloth on his nightstand that he must have prepared in advance and wipes down his chest, hand, and cock. I pull back the covers and slip underneath, my eyes never leaving him.
When he’s done, he slides under the covers and moves the laptop to the side of the bed the same way I have so we’re facing one another, face-to-face close up.
I smile.
“Most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers softly.
“Video sex?”
“No, the smile you just gave me after sharing one of the most intimate moments of my life. Thank you for experiencing that with me.”
I snuggle against my pillows and cuddle the blanket to me as if I were holding onto him.
Yawning, I close my eyes. “You’re gonna make fall in love with you if you keep this up,” I warn half-heartedly, my body languid and happily sated.
“I know the feeling. Goodnight, my Sadie.”
“Goodnight, Sparky.” I don’t bother shutting off the video feed, preferring to fall asleep to the sound of his breathing. If he were here, it would be the sound of his heart.
For now, I’ll settle for his life-sustaining breath.
CHAPTER 10
QUARANTINE: DAY 10
SADIE
“SADIE? HEY, ANGEL, YOU GONNA wake up sometime?” A throaty, rumbling voice enters my subconscious mind as my dreams start to fade into ether.
“Hmm?” I open my sleepy eyes and blink at the video screen still open in front of me. Evan is right there, a soft smile spread across his handsome face. What a pleasant sight to wake up to. I don’t even care what time it is. “Hey.”
“You make little baby snuffly snore noises,” he says.
“I do not.” I scrunch up my nose.
“It’s cute. Honestly.” He grins. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.”
“I sure hope I have a lot of this to look forward to in future.” His hair is a tousled mess and his bare chest is still as tan and mouthwatering as it was last night.
“Waking up to a laptop?” I joke.
“Waking up to you.” His gaze heats as he looks over my shoulder. Bet my hair’s a mess. I’m like the bed head queen twenty-eight years running now. And I barely even had any hair for the first year. Never mind. If I can’t be real with the man, then we have no business even being in a social distancing relationship.
“My mom’s going to want to show you embarrassing baby photos of me. Just to warn you.”
He raises his brows. “Is she? I’ll look forward to that. I’d like to meet your parents.” His tone is honest and forthcoming. I think he genuinely does want to meet my family one day.
“They’re seriously bad photos. Me with a gigantic bald head and stupid little pink bows sitting on top. They’re the actual worst.” I frown.
“I bet you were adorable.” He puts his head on his hand, like he’s getting more comfortable.
“Freakish big-headed alien baby with a bow on top.” I paint a picture that is absolutely accurate. Though if he and I were to have children, his hot guy genes would have to take over. That’s a plus.
He laughs. “You sure are random first thing in the morning. Not really an a.m. person, are you? Tell me more about these bizarre baby pictures.”
“No. Not if you’re laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing with you. Big difference, sweetheart.”
I pout. “That’s just it. I’m not laughing, Evan.”
“Aw, poor Sadie. Well I have something that will turn that frown upside down.”
“Oh?” I perk up thinking maybe it’s more sexy time.
“Your coffee and a smoothie are at your door.”
“You’ve been up already?” I gasp truly horrified by how early this man wakes. Is the sun even out yet?
“I knew you’d want your caffeine fix pronto,” he says with a smile. “Got to look after my girl.”
“Thank you.” I sit up and stretch. And Evan’s eyes widen appreciably at the sight of my naked breasts.
The man licks his lips. “Well, hello there.”
“Such a tit man.” I grab my discarded cami and slip it on over my head, and then pull it down. The fact Evan turns his head and follows the material’s progress with a slightly panicked expression is just damn funny in all the ways.
“Now you’re laughing at me,” he says in an amused if accusing tone.
“I am. It’s true.” I sit on the mattress, slowly bringing my sleep-befuddled brain onli
ne. Waking up is hard, yo. “Do you want babies?”
He freezes.
“It’s okay. You can not be ready to discuss this topic. I kind of sprung that one on you out of nowhere and it is the honeymoon phase with us, technically speaking.”
“No, I uh…I do want kids. And I think we’d make some seriously beautiful babies. Even if they do have abnormally large heads to start out with like their mama.”
“Ha-ha. Yeah. Me too. I mean, I don’t want them right now. But eventually. In a few years or whatever.” I sigh. “Sean didn’t want children.”
“The ex?” He scowls. The man is even pretty when he does that. Damn, I’m lucky.
I nod. “Children cost approximately a quarter of a million dollars to raise and that doesn’t even include college!” I bark out, doing an approximation of Sean’s highly aggravating, preachy tone of voice. “They’re just not a sound investment, Sadie.”
“Huh. What a douche.”
“Imagine being the kind of asshat who thinks of children as an investment. Sheesh.”
“He sounds like a fucking cock-splash if I ever heard of one. You definitely shouldn’t go back to him. And I say that as both your friend and your current boyfriend.” He gives me a wink. “Now go get your coffee, sweetheart, before it’s stone cold. We can plan our baller baby dynasty later.”
Instead of ending the session, I grab a pair of sleep shorts from the floor and slip them on, only allowing him a speck of an ass shot. Then I pull out the power plug and carry the laptop into the open living area of my apartment.
“Lots of books and blue. Exactly what I’d expect from my Sadie. Nice place. Homey.”
His compliment makes me feel proud. I have worked hard and given myself the life I want. “I’ll have to see your actual house sometime. And baller baby dynasty?” I ask with a cringe, setting the monitor down on a coffee table.
“Sure. I’m thinking six, minimum. Three on each team for the daily football practices in the backyard.”
“So much no,” I mumble, walking out of view to grab the coffee and smoothie from my doorstep. Oh, God. It’s green again. I’m sipping hesitantly when I walk back in. To show appreciation, I try to act enthused, but obviously that doesn’t work because Evan snickers. “Dude, I’m trying.”
