Across the Ocean Read Free Page B

video call takes a few moments to go through, but I see him on my screen in no time, lounging comfortably in his bed. The laptop is resting on his lower belly, which has (unfortunately for me) covered his most important eye candy by white sheets; the view is spectacular.
    He isn ’t wearing a shirt, and his hair is damp and curling around his ears as though he has recently taken a shower. There are drops of water scattered across his smooth, hairless chest. It’s kind of hot to think that he was just recently rubbing all over his wet, naked body and is now having a chat with me.
    One of his arms goes back to rest under his head and pillow, and he gives me a super sexy smile through my screen. His eyes glitter with mischief. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to make actual, direct eye contact with anyone more in my entire life. It’s hugely unfair.
    I can ’t stop looking at him though, and I can feel heat starting to pump through my veins. I can see his nipples are hard, and I almost let out a sound of frustration. I want to suck on them so badly. I am a healthy young woman, and my sex drive isn’t lacking for anything.
    My panties are beginning to become damp, and I am squeezing my thighs together repeatedly to get some kind of relief and/or stimulation without him (or my roomma tes, if they were to suddenly come into the living room) noticing. He looks as though he has been plucked straight out of a woman’s wet dream and placed upon my computer screen. Except, I’m the only one who gets to see him like this. He’s all mine…for now anyway .
    “So, uh, you ’re just lying in bed, huh? Not doing much of anything?” I manage to say as I’m trying to make up conversation. I don’t want to just sit here with my mouth hanging open and drool running down my lip, looking like I don’t have any brain cells. I think my mouth is making the same motion that a fish out of water does. My hand reaches up to wipe my mouth and make sure there isn’t actually any drool. That would be embarrassing.
    His soft chuckle is so damn sexy, and the mischief I see in his twinkling eyes tells me that he’s up to no good. I’m not sad at all. I’ll play whatever game he wants. We’ve been chatting for months and months now, and flirting has been inevitable. We’re two young people attracted to each other over the distance of some 6,000+ miles. Flirting is the best we can do, right?
    A sense of overwhelming jealousy takes over me. I want to keep him and I don ’t want any other women looking at him as I am. I don’t want to share him at all. I want those sexy chuckles all to myself! There’s really no way, at this point in my life, that I can have that. How can I even feel this way about somebody I’ve never met in person and who lives so fucking far away? I’m ridiculous.
    “I ha ve an idea. Tell me if this is too crazy, or makes you uncomfortable. I’m feeling pretty frisky right now, and I was thinking that maybe you would enjoy watching as I take care of myself. What do you think?” Oh, that smile of his is just to die for. Look at those dimples! His hand makes a pass down his chest and below the area where I can see. What a tease. Holy shit, did he just ask me if he could masturbate while I watch? Free, personal porn from this delectable creature? Oh, hell yeah. Where do I sign up ?
    “Oh, hell yeah,” I repeat, but out loud this time. I ’m pretty sure I need help to roll my tongue back into my mouth. He laughs softly and sits up to take the laptop and move it to a chair next to his bed, all the while wearing a smug grin. The look on his face simply screams sex, and I want every part of it.
    I think I ’m panting pretty loudly in anticipation. There is zero chance I’m going to be looking away from my computer screen any time soon, so I settle into my chair to get comfortable. Although the placement of the laptop is both entirely too enticing yet not, showing nearly enough of exactly what I want to be watching, I