Info - LDR, fem reader, mutual masturbation, phone sex, praise kink, voice kink
Starting out our relationship when he was due to go on a press tour was a bad idea. We'd just entered the part of the relationship where we needed our hands all over one another. Finally feeling comfortable and ready to learn what one another liked and needed. He'd left just as I'd been getting insatiable.
He made sure to call me every night but it was different from being in person. I didn't know how to initiate phone sex since I never had before.
"So yeah, that was my day," He finished with a giggle.
"Thank you for telling me about it," I sighed. My fingers were creeping south. Just his voice turned me on and I was needy for my boyfriend.
"You're welcome......what are you wearing right now?"
There was a yawning silence. He had never been so bold on a phone call. He started to apologize just as I answered.
"Just a shirt and some pink panties," I offered.
"Yeah?" He asked. I could hear the edge in his voice, how he ended in a breathy tone.
"Mmhmmm, what are you wearing?" I responded.
"Nothing," he replied in a husky whisper.
"Mmmm, sounds like a beautiful sight."
"B-beautiful?"
"You didn't know my boyfriend was a pretty boy?" I cooed. I heard his breath hitch.
"You really think so?" He asked in a hushed voice.
"I do, you're so pretty. I love that curly hair and those handsome, soulful eyes, and that body drives me wild. Those fucking gorgeous hands and soft skin and that fluffy happy trail that leads down, down, down-"
"More," he begged in a strained voice. "M-more please."
"Aww, does someone like praise?" I asked.
"N-no, I don't know, maybe-"
"Switching so fast," I giggled.
"I love your voice," he murmured. "I fucking love it so much. It electrifies me. I just want to hear it all the time."
"That's so sweet handsome boy," I breathed.
"Can I, can you,-"
"What are you trying to ask?" I cooed.
"Can you talk more while I, while I touch myself," he asked me.
"Timothée," I groaned.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry if that's too, just too much or-"
"No, no, baby, I'd love that. I was just going to say.... Well, could I see that gorgeous dick while you touch?" I requested.
"Oh fuck yes!" He nearly growled the words.
His camera was on and I was whispering praise to him. Both hands clutched my phone as I glued my eyes to my screen. He was yanking on his pink, long, thick cock.
"It feels so good," he moaned.
"Fuck baby, you're so pretty. I love that dick. I wanna bounce on it," I whined. My own fingers were circling my clit and rubbing it desperately.
"Y/n, y/n, y/n," he chanted the name. Then he did it. His finger slipped and now the camera was on his face.
I was stunned into lustfilled silence. My throat was too dry to speak as I watched his ethereal face. His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth had his bottom lip in a vice grip.
"You're so fucking perfect," I moaned. "But Timmy your-"
I didn't get to finish warning him. His eyes burst open, and it was almost like firework went off. His swollen, pink lips formed an O. He was cumming. His orgasm rippled through him wildly and I even saw a bit of white thickness spray up onto his lip. He was gasping in the most euphoric and pornographic way possible.
"Timothée."
That was the beginning of my complete and utter obsession with his orgasm face. From then on I would force him to look into my eyes as he came. His pleasure always surging me forward into my own release.
