I Told You So Ch. 03

"I'm very wet," I breathed.

"Tell me how you taste."

I brought my finger to my mouth and made a loud slurping noise for his benefit.

"Mm, it tastes sweet and a little tangy..."

"Do it again," Ben demanded. "Taste yourself again."

I did and groaned loudly.

"Good girl," Ben said. "Do you want to touch yourself? Do you want to make yourself come?"

"Yes!" I said.

"Do you want me to help?" he teased.

"Ben," I panted. "Please help me come."

"Okay, but you have to do exactly what I say," he warned.

"Ben. Please."

"Say it."

"I'll do exactly what you say," I whined. "Please."

"Put your phone on video chat and put it on the nightstand. Then I want you to take off your panties and slide a finger inside that sweet pussy."

I quickly switched my phone over to the video function and set it on the charging dock on the nightstand, scooting back on the bed so he could see me. I stared into his glittering green eyes on the screen when I dipped a finger inside me.

"Beautiful," he murmured. "Tell me what it feels like."

"Oh, God," I gasped. "It feels tight and wet...so wet..."

"I want you to fuck yourself with your finger, slowly...in...and out...in...out," he continued.

I timed my movements with his words, my eyes rolling back as my digit explored my depth.

"Slip your other hand under your sweater and touch your breasts."

I fumbled under my sweater and bra and grabbed my breast, giving a small cry when my fingers met my nipple.

"Slow, babe. Circle your breast with your hand, don't touch your nipples yet."

I whimpered in frustration and he smirked.

"You said you would do what I say. Shove your sweater up. That's it, let me see those beautiful tits. Don't ignore the other one, babe."

I narrowed my eyes at him and he grinned. I moved my hand to my other breast, smoothing it over the silky orb.

"Now give your nipple a flick. Pretend it's my tongue against you and I'm tasting that sweetness, teasing you before sucking the whole thing into my hot mouth."

I gasped and my body jerked.

"Again. Do it again."

"Ben," I cried.

"That's my girl," he whispered. "Are you still fucking yourself with your finger?"

"Yes," I said.

"Are you even wetter? I bet you are. I bet you're just dripping all over my bed, babe."

I clenched my thighs together around my hand, already desperate for release.

"More," I mumbled. "I need more...inside..."

"You can put another finger inside you, but I still want you to fuck yourself slowly," Ben commanded. "And don't forget your nipples. Grab one with your fingers and squeeze for me."

"Oh, God," I moaned.

I was so turned on I wanted to make myself come right then, frustrated with how slowly he was making me take things.

"You are so sexy," he said gruffly. "I know you want to come, babe."

"Yes," I whispered.

"I'll get you there. Pinch your nipple again."

He groaned in satisfaction when I cried out again.

"Now slide that hand down your body and put one finger next to your clit. Do not touch it yet."

My trembling hand found its way to its target and I used all my self-control to hold it still. My legs were already shaking with anticipation.

"Slowly circle your finger around your clit. Don't touch it," he repeated. "Keep fucking yourself with your other hand. You can move a little faster now."

I glanced at my phone and saw he was breathing heavily, his shoulders heaving.

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked.

"Yes," he said, his eyes boring into mine. "I'm so hard for you, Chels."

"I wish this was you," I said, turning so he could see my fingers plunging into me.

A growl came from the back of his throat and his nostrils flared.

"I do, too."

He swallowed hard as he watched my fingers. There was a short silence as we stared at each other.

"One more finger, babe," he said, his voice a little weak. "Faster. Keep circling your clit."

"Ben," I pleaded.

"Not yet," he said smugly. "Think about me touching you...my fingers inside you, my tongue tasting that sweet pussy..."

"God," I gasped, flinging my head back.

"I'll be home before you know it, and I'll be inside you, fucking you until you're begging me to stop. Touch your clit now, babe. Give it a flick."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, the pleasure shooting from my center down to my toes.

"That's it, do it again. Now circle around it some more...harder. Fuck yourself faster. Think about me inside you...think about Joe inside you -"

I gave a start and looked at him. His eyes were inflamed and I bit my lip, startled that the thought aroused us both so much. He nodded.

"Think about Joe...think about me...and you. What do you think it would feel like - the three of us together? You sandwiched between us, our hands all over you...kissing you, touching you where you're touching yourself right now. Me kissing you, Joe getting to taste you for the first time...Do you think he's outside the door right now, listening as usual? I bet he is. I bet he's stroking himself, thinking about how you must look, all hot and open and sexy..."

My fingers moved furiously, sliding along my opening, the moisture dripping onto my thighs. I was panting and began grunting, jerking my hips against my hands.

"Fuck, you look so hot."

I met his eyes. His brow was furrowed and his jaw was clenched.

"Make yourself come, babe," he panted. "Come for me. Let me see you. Let Joe hear you."

I stared at him, getting lost in his eyes as I pressed a finger to my clit firmly. I planted my feet on the bed and raised my hips, shoving my fingers deep inside me.

"Come for me," he said faintly, his voice sounding as if it were coming from a great distance.

"Ben! Oh, God!" I cried.

"Yes," he hissed.

My body tensed and stilled in what I knew was that sweet moment before the fabulous release.

"Come with me," I begged. "Come with me," I repeated weakly.

"Now, babe," he ordered.

I shrieked and growled, my body convulsing. Ben shouted my name and groaned. I watched his head fall back as I shook around my hands, the waves receding and crashing over and over until I couldn't take it anymore. I clamped my legs together and curled to my side, trying to catch my breath. Ben was leaning back, breathing hard and looking spent.

"Told you - I missed you," I panted.

"Yeah," he said, smiling dreamily. "I miss you, too."

We were silent as we watched each other recover. He picked up his phone and I did the same.

"I'll let you get to sleep," he told me, his voice a tender caress. "I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you," I told him firmly. "I love you, Ben."

"I love you, babe."