Taylor lay on her bed, her body aching with the need for Travis's touch. The hotel room felt empty without him, and the distance was driving her insane. She had tried to distract herself, but every time she closed her eyes, all she could think about was him. When her phone buzzed, she didn't hesitate, answering it immediately.
"Hey, baby," Travis's deep, husky voice filled her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "What are you wearing?"
"Nothing," she whispered, the anticipation already making her breath catch. "Just waiting for you."
"Fuck, Tay," he groaned, the sound of his belt unbuckling coming through the line. "I wish I could see you right now. I'd have you spread out for me, every inch of that gorgeous body mine to play with."
Taylor's hand trailed down her body, her fingers brushing over her nipples, already hard and sensitive. She imagined his large hands instead of her own, rough and possessive, just the way she liked it. "What would you do first?" she asked, her voice trembling with need.
"I'd start with those pretty tits of yours," he said, his voice thick with lust. "I'd suck on those nipples until they're raw, biting and teasing them until you're begging me to fuck you."
Her fingers pinched her nipples, twisting and pulling them the way he would, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. "God, Travis," she moaned, arching her back as she imagined his mouth on her. "I need you so bad."
"I need you too, baby," he growled. "I'm so fucking hard right now, just thinking about you. Want to see what you're doing to me?"
"Yes, show me," she pleaded, her voice breathless with desire.
A moment later, her phone buzzed with an incoming video. She opened it, her heart racing as the image of Travis filled her screen. He was lying on his bed, shirtless, his chiseled abs flexing as his hand slowly stroked his thick, hard cock. The sight of him, so desperate and turned on, made her moan out loud.
"You see what you do to me?" he asked, his voice low and filthy. "I'm fucking aching for you, baby. I want you to watch me stroke myself, imagining it's your tight little pussy squeezing me."
Taylor's hand slid down her body, her fingers finding her wetness as she watched him. "I'm so wet for you, Travis," she whispered, her fingers circling her clit. "I wish you were here, fucking me so hard I can't think straight."
"God, I want to," he groaned, his hand moving faster on his cock, his muscles tensing with each stroke. "I'd have you bent over, pounding into you so deep you'd be screaming my name. You'd be dripping down my cock, so fucking tight and perfect."
She couldn't hold back anymore, her fingers plunging inside her slick heat, matching the rhythm of his strokes. "I'm so close," she gasped, her hips bucking against her hand as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.
"Not yet, baby," he ordered, his voice rough and commanding. "I want you to use that toy, the one I bought you. I want you to fuck yourself with it, pretend it's me inside you."
Taylor quickly reached for the drawer, pulling out the thick, vibrating toy. She flicked it on, the powerful hum filling the room as she positioned it at her entrance. "I'm gonna fuck myself so hard," she moaned, sliding the toy deep inside her, the vibrations making her toes curl.
"Good girl," Travis groaned, his eyes dark and hungry on the screen. "Fuck yourself like you would if I was there, like you want me to fuck you. Let me hear how much you want it."
Taylor's moans filled the room as she thrust the toy in and out, her other hand still working her clit. The sight of Travis, his hand pumping furiously on his cock, his eyes locked on her as if he could see her, drove her wild. She could hear the wet sounds of his strokes, his deep groans vibrating through the phone, pushing her closer to the edge.
"God, I can't wait to have you again," he growled, his voice strained with his own need. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Tay. I'm gonna make you cum over and over until you're begging me to stop."
"I'm so close," she whimpered, her body trembling with the effort to hold back, the toy thrusting deep inside her.
"Cum with me, baby," Travis groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he neared his own release. "I want you to scream my name when you cum, knowing I'm doing the same thing, imagining I'm deep inside you."
Taylor couldn't hold back any longer. The tension snapped, sending her over the edge. "Travis!" she screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard, the toy buried deep inside her.
"Fuck, Tay," he groaned, his own release following quickly after, his hand gripping his cock as he spilled all over himself. "God, I love you."
They lay there in silence for a moment, both of them catching their breath, the intensity of what just happened still lingering in the air.
"I wish you were here," she finally whispered, her voice soft and filled with longing.
"Me too, baby," he murmured, his voice tender now, the rawness replaced with affection. "You'll be home soon, and , I'm not letting you out of my sight."
"Promise?" she asked, a small smile tugging at her lips.
"Promise," he said firmly. "Now get some rest, Tay. You're gonna need it."
She laughed softly, feeling the warmth of his love even from miles away. "Good night, Travis."
"Good night, baby," he replied, the sound of his voice like a comforting blanket wrapping around her. "I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered, finally allowing herself to drift off to sleep, knowing that soon, the distance between them would disappear.
