25.2-Phone

My need for her is peeking as I trail my hands along her body. But she glides it away from her breast, keeping me from pleasing her.

“I can say thank you with more than just kisses if you let me,” I tempt, pawing at her.

“Lola, please slow down,” Justine moans, flipping us easily.

“If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask,” I playfully bite at her neck.

She growls contentedly, squeezing me tight. I can feel how much she wants me in the embrace, but she’s holding back.

“Not yet, but soon I promise. Be a little more patient Lola.”

“But why?” I ask, simply shocked.

“Because It would be best if you healed first,” she says lovingly with a kiss on my cheek, “and I want it to be special with you,” she confesses.

With more soft kisses, I get lost in her tease of affection. But suddenly, the phone rings strangely, ending our sultry debate. “Fuck me!” she bellows but not at me.

Justine scrambles to sit up, pulling me with her. She grabs her phone and silences the video conf