Breathe, my darling

My darling, always wanting me to lose control, he grinned. He looked so incredibly hot when he smiled. It was like he completely but a spell on me, and I could do nothing more than long for him.

Then his facial expression shifted, becoming lustful. "Breathe," he chuckled. I felt slightly embarrassed and caught, but I still wanted him to continue speaking. I kept looking at the screen in anticipation.

"I would of let my hand wander over your body," he began to say. Even though he was not physically here, the air was turning electric.

"I would of enjoyed the silk of your skin against my fingers, as I traveled down your thighs," Dean said, his voice low and rough. I squeezed my legs together involuntarily.

It was quiet for a while. His pause seemed to take forever. It seemed like he contemplated how to continue, his expression was playful and a little naughty. The corners of his mouth were lit up and his eyes were dancing.

It was as if he was listing to the advice of the little devil and angel on his shoulder, deciding his next words.

His smile became mischievously and it seemed that he made up his mind when he began to speak; "Do you trust me darling?" Dean asked, voice thick with longing.

"Of course I trust you," I immediately responded. Dean's smile grew wide at my eagerness.

"Then let me make you cum, my sweet," he said. I was stunned by the words he used… I mean… we were video calling and this…. I don't know it… it was more than intimate.

I frowned and took a deep breathe. It seemed that Dean was gauging my expressing and he cocked his head when he continued speaking; "Slip your hand between that lustful flesh of yours, and let me coax you into release," said Dean without blinking.

"And please continue to breathe," he teased me, and I realized I had held my breathe altogether. I took in a deep breathe and cleared my throat. I did not feel that confidant anymore… He was not serious right.. I mean.. was he not just joking?

"You trust me right," he said playfully and winked at me. I swallowed visibly.

This was well…

"Really?" I asked doubtfully.

"Of course only if you want," he mused.

He. Was. Serious.

"Okay…" I almost whispered, feeling really aware of myself.

"Let go," Dean, almost whispered. "What do you mean?" I asked softly. "Let go of everything that is holding you back of the pleasure I will give you tonight," he said

I bit my lip. "Shame, embarrassment… " Dean trailed off. "Those aren't things that belong to stand between you and I," he stated. "You have me, completely," he vowed.

I knew that he felt that way, I guessed that it was the reason he had put me before the mirror last night, putting us on full display as he went down on me.

"Okay," I croaked. "I uhm.. I really Lo-" I bit my lip. That would really be too fast.

"I really like the fact that we became closer since the party at the fraternity," I confessed. Dean pouted his lips a little, he looked at me so endearingly that I wanted to go through the screen and touch him.

"You are everything," he breathed. "If I were with you right now, I would show you exactly how much I enjoy our closeness," he teased. "I would leave you in no uncertainty, how much exactly I am so filled with joy," he began to say. "That we are… close," he said as if the word 'close' did not really cut it.

"I would of cupped your face and kissed that hungry lips of your," he smiled at me. "Mhh… I would of enjoyed letting my tongue slide down your neck, biting you with pleasure," he said huskily.

My breathing became heavier, taking in what he was saying to me. "I bet that when I would slip my hand between your thighs right now, you would be so wet…" he trailed off. "For me," he added. I gulped.

"Are you my darling?" he playfully asked. "Can you feel your skin and let me know how wet you are for me?" My hand rested on my leg under the cover, while my other hand held the screen of my phone. I felt like a really really bad girl, when I thought of his words… and the action he called me to.

I bit my lip. "Now," he encouraged me.

I let my hand slip to my damp core, and gently pushed the material of my panties aside.

I nodded my head once, letting his know that I had complied. "Are you wet for me, my sweet?" he asked me. I nodded again. Of course I was, he knew that full well.

"How wet are you for me," he pressed for more details.

"I long for you," I managed to say. His expression became soft. "Now," he said and let his index finger rest on his lower lip. God.. I needed his lips to kiss me right now. I hated the fact that he was not here.

"If I was with you right now, I would do it myself," he mused, "but for the time being, I want you to act on my behalf," he said and bit his index finger. That set me off, my whole body felt like I was on complete fire.

"Stroke yourself," he commanded me, "until you find the right spot." I did as I was told and my head further parted. "There," I mused, "You have found it."

"Now find the rhythm you enjoyed last night," he breathed. I glanced at the screen, his eyes were closed. "Found it?" he asked, voice thick with anticipation.

"Yes," I said breathing heavy. "Dean… I just need you to be there," I pleaded. "I know my darling, I know," he sighed.

"Let your hand glide to your entrance, because if I was there… I would slip my finger into you right now," he mused. As I did as I was told, a soft moan escaped my lips and I felt horrified and froze.

"Don't stop princess," he told me. "Let me hear that I am doing a good job at pleasing the one I love," he said. The one he loved?

I closed my eyes again, somehow it felt safer that way and I moved my hands and body as he instructed me. He made me rock against my fingers, so hard I exploded. "Dean," I said hot and heavy.

"Dean," I breathed again. "I am.. I… Dean…"

"Let go for me, give in to it," he encouraged me, like I had once encouraged him. "Ah.. Melissa… go harder my sweet…let go and cum for me my darling," he said and I shuttered coming apart at his words.