Miss Me; When I'm Gone (editing)

CHAPTER 37 (Travis)

Travis

I undressed and lay back on the bed while listening to Blair read me her newest book. She seemed off tonight or nervous. I wasn't sure which. I had to help her several times. Once she reached the end of chapter two, I was going to let her stop. This book was more difficult, and she seemed tired.

"Do you want me to keep going?" She asked.

"That's good. You're doing so much better, baby, I'm so proud of you." And I was.

She was reading on a fourth grade level already. Dr. Vanwoodson said it was because she had tried to learn in school, and she had learnt. She just hadn't been shown how to deal with her disability. Now that she was working with it, she was picking up quickly and utilising things she'd already been taught.

"My writing isn't the best, but I wrote a letter today. It wasn't a real one. I was supposed to write a fake one to someone thanking them for a gift. I only messed up two words. Dr. Vanwoodson was pleased." The pride in her voice made my chest tighten. I loved knowing she was proud of her accomplishments. She should be.

"I'm waiting for you to write me a letter," I told her.

I could keep it in my pocket all day and pull it out when I needed my Blair fix.

"Not ready for that yet. Let me get better at it. I don't want Dr. Vanwoodson correcting a letter I wrote to you. So it will have to come to you unedited." She laughed softly.

Nothing she gave me could be less than perfect. Because it would be her. What she wrote, how she feels. If she mixed up every letter and every word, then that was the way they were fucking meant to be. Because she would have written them for me.

"I don't care how many mistakes are in it, Blair, it would be from you. That's all that matters," I told her.

She made a soft light sigh. "You say the sweetest things."

I could say even sweeter things if she'd let me. I was tempted to try. Swear, I could still smell her on my hand. I'd put those fingers up to my nose and I inhaled all damn day.

**sexual content below, read at your own risk.**

"What are you wearing, Blair?" I asked.

"Your T-shirt, just like I'm supposed to," she replied. I could hear the amusement in her voice.

"Go lie down on your bed for me." I was testing her. I'd stop if she balked even once.

"Okay," she breathed. "I'm on my bed."

Fuck. Yes. She was playing along.

"You lying down?" I want her on her back with her legs open for me.

"Yes." Her response was quick and anxious sounding. She knew what I was wanting.

"Will you let those pretty legs fall open for me, baby?" I waited, not knowing if she'd go this far.

After only a few seconds, she replied. "Yes."

I pulled my hardening cock out of my briefs and wrapped my hand around it. The image of Blair laying back on her bed, in my shirt, with her legs open for me, had me ready to get back in the damn plane.

"You know what I want you to do, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Will you? Can I hear you pleasure yourself?"

She was breathing heavily. "Will you?"

"Will I what, baby?"

"Will you do it, too?"

Grinning I stroked my length. "Already doing it. The fact that you're on your bed with those legs open, wearing my T-shirt, has me so damn turned on I'm aching."

"Oh," she said, then let out a soft moan.

Fuck... Me... She was doing it.

"Where're your fingers?"

"On my... Down there," she replied.

Oh, yeah. I closed my eyes and let her voice and the image of what she was doing take over my thoughts.

"Are you wet for me?"

"Yeeaah," she said, with a hitch in her breathing.

"Play with it easy for me. Make my sweet pussy feel good. I'm not there to take care if it. I need you to, and let me hear you. I wanna hear those sounds you make."

"Ahhhh!" She cried out. She loved my words.

"Rub that hard, swollen clit. It want to kiss it. So bad... Run my tongue along the tender spots and then suck that hit button into my mouth until you pull my hair and scream my name."

"Ohhhhh, gosh," she moaned.

"That's it. Think about my head between those legs. All open for me. I can lick and lap up all that sweetness. Just me. Right there with you. Just us, baby. Your hands fisted into my hair and my hands... My hands on your creamy, smooth thighs, holding you open. Breathing you in."

"Travis! Oh... Ahhhh!"

Her release gave me my own. I listened as she rode it out and wished I was there to see it.