sexual tension (g!p)

J & D : dual mastery

G!P Deanna has been away on a business trip and Jema misses her. A few days before Deanna comes home, Jema buys herself a little somethin' somethin' and teases Deanna with the idea of it.

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It had been a week since Deanna last saw Jema, and she didn't think it would matter that much to her. Except it did. Sleeping in hotel rooms, eating dinner alone... Those weren't things Deanna expected in her life now that Jema was her wife. With a sigh, Deanna dumped her bag on the floor by the bed and checked her phone.

A few emails, a few text messages... All of those, Deanna ignored. She dialled Jema's number and laid down on the soft, clean-smelling bed. Deanna could only wish it smelled like vanilla, or her wife's sweet skin. She heard the phone ring a few times, before she heard Jema's voice, breathless and lovely. "Hey, b. It's me."

"Deanna! B, miss na kita!" Jema cooed, and Deanna heard their bedroom door close. "Uuwi ka na ba? Kailan flight mo?"

Deanna smiled and rubbed her eyes. She really did miss Jema. Her voice. Her body. Her entire being. "Bukas, baby. And I miss you too. So much." Deanna's voice deepened and she knew that Jema knew the extent of her emotions. As they talked about their day, Deanna felt her cock stir. Perhaps it was the absence of Jema mixed with the sound of her voice, but it had been days since she had sex. It was the longest she'd gone without it-she didn't even want to try jacking off, especially without Jema.

"Alam mo," Jema's tone dropped into one that Deanna was entirely familiar with. "I miss you so much... I bought myself a toy."

Despite knowing that Jema couldn't see, Deanna raised her brow. She sat up and tried her best not to think about Jema, at the moment sprawled in their queen-sized bed, the fake cock making slick, sucking noises as it plunged in and out of her-

"Why would you tell me such a thing?" Deanna asked, her voice strangled and tight. In her pants, her cock was hard and desperate for anything to touch it, but Deanna didn't. She wanted Jema to be the one to make her come. "I have twelve hours left until I'm back to you and now you're teasing me like this? In what world is that a good thing to do to your loving and devoted wife?"

Jema giggled and Deanna had to stifle a groan. It was as if anything that had to with Jema could set off the ticking time bomb that was her cock. Taking a deep breath, Deanna muttered a strangled goodbye before hanging up the phone. She laid there, arms outstretched on either side of her. For a moment, she decided whether it was a good idea to masturbate to the thought of Jema, taking it from behind while-

Deanna shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts that were bound to haunt her until she went home to her beautiful, sexy wife.

~*~

Thundering up the steps of their home, Deanna barged into their bedroom, only to find Jema, lounging on their bed wearing a pair of shorts and a loose-fitting shirt that once belonged to Deanna. She stood there, breathing heavily at the sight of Jema. "Hello, palangga."

Jema sat up crooked her finger over Deanna, who obeyed as if she was a marionette. "Oh baby, I missed you so much, namiss kita, sobra." She wrapped her arms around Deanna's neck and yanked her in for a deep kiss. Jema tugged on Deanna's bottom lip and made soft, sucking noises as they kissed.

Deanna moaned and ran her hands up Jema's sides. "Asan na yung "toy" mo? Show me." She husked, low and deep. She felt no need to specify what it was that she wanted to see, since Jema knew her that well. Reaching underneath the pillow behind her, a smirk curled Jema's lips as she pulled out a thick, purple vibrator. It was translucent and ribbed. Deanna licked her lips and lunged forward, kissing Jema hard.