Love, Cry, Repeat

4

Bella woke to the sun shining through the window. It was so different from the dreary gray clouds she was accustomed to waking up to.

"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you look in the morning? Especially in this lighting," Tyler was leaning against the bedroom door frame. He was wearing a t-shirt and boxers, and looked absolutely delicious. Bella could see his muscles through his shirt and oh spirits help her if she wasn't turned on right now.

Tyler smirked when he saw the blush creep up into her cheeks, her arousal scenting the room. He wanted to bathe in that delectable scent and do things to her that would have her screaming his name. He was going to wait for her though, she was perfect and so worth it. He had a flashback to when they first had phone sex after talking for months. The sound of her voice as she moaned his name. He knew she was nervous face to face so he'd wait for her.

-Flashback-

"What do you say about moving our impromptu relationship over the phone to the next level," Tyler asked in a husky voice.

"What do you mean," Bella squeaked.

Tyler chuckled, he could practically hear the blush creeping up her face. Maybe, just maybe, he could ask for a naughty picture. Something not too revealing of course, just enough to boost his imagination.

"Well if I asked you to touch yourself, would you?" His voice was lower and thick with lust.

Bella clenched her thighs together and couldn't help but bite her bottom lip.

Clearing her throat she asked, "where do you want me to touch myself?"

"How about you remove every article of clothing from that delicious body of yours," his imagination was working overtime. He could only imagine what she smelled like and the feel of her skin. He wanted to hear her moan.

There was a slight shuffling sound and then a small throat clearing, "okay, now what?"

Tyler was gripping himself in a vice grip, just imagining her naked had him harder. He wanted to feel her wrapped around his cock, he wanted to taste every inch of her body.

"Touch yourself Isabella. I want you to feel what it feels like baby. Can you do that for me," his voice was husky and deep, sending shivers down her spine.

Bella reached down an ran her forefinger through her intimate folds, gasping at the sensation. It felt amazing and she was imagining him touching her there. She let out a small moan when her fingers brushed over her clit. "Now what," she gasped.

"Now I want you to slide a finger inside yourself baby. Feel how warm you are Isabella," he was practically purring at the thought. He stroked himself with more vigor.

Bella was nervous but complied and gently penetrated her entrance. She hissed at the pleasure of feeling herself. She had never really touched herself like this before, and now she wanted more. Without saying anything she pushed a second finger to join the other and let loose a long guthral moan.

The sound caught Tyler's attention and he wondered how many fingers she had put inside herself. He could feel himself getting closer as his balls began to tighten ever so slightly.

"Tell me what you're imagining Isabella," he grunted out.

"You..." she gasped as she moved her fingers in and out. "I'm imagining your fingers in place of my own," she moaned.

I'm imagining your pretty little lips wrapped around my cock baby, Tyler thought. But he still wanted to know how many fingers she had in herself.