My Second Chance at Love

Watching…

Emma’s POV…

I don’t know what possessed me to send those snaps from the tub. Yes I do. Don’t let me lie. I wanted to get that man so horny that there was no other option than what was fixing to go down. I love knowing I do this to him. When he FaceTimed me, I considered covering up but decided against it. He’s just seen my boobs and screenshot them, so…

Anyway, I answered and continued to towel dry my ends. I started talking to him but it was obvious that he wasn’t listening. When he was on the verge of drooling, he snapped out of it and started talking back, sort of. However, every single movement caused distraction. Why in the world is he so enamored with my boobs?

I already had my room prepared. I have plans. I’m gonna sit at the edge of my bed with my mirrored jewelry box in front of me. I’ll spread my legs and let him really watch. The condition is I want to watch too. I’ve never gotten to really watch a man pleasure themselves. Other than the few times I walked in on Rob with his porn going to town and last time with Andrew but I didn’t have a real view of him. I want that. No, I need that for me.

“Andrew, I know some men enjoy having images to look back on. I want you to know that as long as we’re doing whatever we’re doing, I’m more than happy to provide you with those images. If at any time during this call you see something that you want to remember for later, I’m giving my permission for you to screenshot it”. I have to tell him. I cannot have another man that resorts to watching other women.

“Emma, stop. I’m not like that. This, that we’re doing is more than enough for me. How we flirt all day and then we get this time, I don’t want a catalog of images. I’ll save a few you send me, but not from something this intimate.”

I breath out a sigh of relief and smile at him. I get into my predetermined spot. I make sure the camera is turned so he can see the mirror. I spread my legs wide. I want him to have the best view of his favorite parts of me. “Set the phone so I can watch you too.”

“Yes ma’am,” he responds immediately and gets up. The next thing I know I see him in all his massive, manly glory sitting on the edge of the bed, all but panting, and he is so hard. The tip of his d**k is wet and juts up past his belly button.

“What do you want to see from me, Andrew? This is for you, I just want to see the results as they happen.” I begin to run my free hand over my breasts making sure they’re at attention. I want him fully engaged in the experience.

His breathing is raged, at best. “s**t! I could just stare. Emma, you’re c**t is so swollen. I swear you were made for me. You are turned on all the time just like I am when I think of you.”

I have to be honest with him, “I’ve never been like this before.”

“Oh, don’t worry, babe. I’ve ruined you as much as you’ve ruined me. There’s no going back for us. Rub that hand down. Put it where you’re throbbing. Show me what feels good.”

“Oh, Andrew. Only if you work on making you feel good. Imagine it’s my hands on you.” He’s groaning at this point. I don’t know how I’m even this turned on, especially with how hard I came earlier. I didn’t know it was possible for anyone to even want to get off more than once a day, much less be able to. Watching his hand glide up and down his long shaft is freakin hot. The bead of moisture at the tip has tripled in size at least.

“I want to lick that off your dick.” His eyes double in size and he fists his d**k so hard it turns purple. I smile a little evil smile.

“Don’t, Emma. Don’t make this end so soon. Circle your c**t, yeah babe. Just like that. Oh f**k, yeah. Stick two fingers inside you as far as you can. Out and in. Do it again. s**t you’re so wet for me again. I can’t wait to be balls deep in you. Babe, I’ve had all my tests when I went through my last breakup. I’ve not gone without a condom since. I want you bare. Just think about it. F**k you’re so wet. Pull those little fingers out and let me see.”

His comments about wanting to do me bare has me literally dripping. I feel it running down my ass. I do as I’m told and pull my fingers out. To make sure he knows what he’s doing to me I put my hand right in front of the phone. There’s a thick coating of fluid on my hand and it’s dripping off my fingers.

I look and he’s fisting his d**k almost violently. The precum is just running out at this point. I don’t have long. I know exactly how I’m gonna make him finish.

I lean back on the elbow of the arm holding my phone. And I scoot incrementally closer to the mirror. He just groans. He’s got an even better view.

“Hold out for it Andrew.”

I keep working my c**t knowing he’s gonna come soon but he’s gonna hold out until I finish first. He starts talking.

“Oh s**t Emma, you’re so tiny. I’m gonna stretch you and fill you up. F**k you’re gonna be so tight. Oh baby I need you to come for me. Please don’t make me beg.”

It’s the timber in his voice that pushes me over the edge. He’s so gravely and awestruck about how I’m shaped down there. I’ve never been told I’m tiny or that I’ll be tight. I come and come and come and come. I’m shaking and I look and he is still fisting. He’s growling.

“Waiting on you babe”

“Oh Andrew, darlin, I can’t wait for you to fill me up either. It’s gonna fill so good when you finish so deep inside me and it starts to run out.”

His eyes dart to me. He knows what I mean. He knows exactly what I’m giving him permission to do.

“Babe I can’t wait to feel you blast your massive load inside me. I want to feel that heat all in me. Show me what it will look like. I need to know. Do it.” And just like that, he blew. Massive doesn’t even describe it. It’s thick and keeps going. If he does that inside me, I’d probably taste it. s**t! He’s still coming. It is shooting from the end of his d**k and making the most spectacular arch before coming down and landing.

His breathing is insane and so is mine.

Finally he grabs his phone. I turn my camera to front facing. I kick off my heels and scoot up the bed. He rolls onto his belly and just lays there.

“Andrew? Darlin? You good?”

“Mmmmhmmm.” Finally he lifts his head and looks at me.

“Babe, if that’s what getting off together is like, s*x is going to be phenomenal. I’ve never had s*x on par with that.” He’s smiling so big when he says this too.

“Listen Emma, I’m an ass, but I swear I’m not being an ass when I say this. I’ve had damn good s*x before, like life altering s*x. That s**t has nothing on this. We are going to be dangerous together. I hope you know this.”

“I’m starting to think you’re onto something there. So what you’re telling me is this isn’t the norm? Or are you telling me that to make sure I don’t go anywhere?” I giggle as I say the last part. I’m only partly serious but I also want to see his reaction.

He starts laughing, like a deep belly laugh. “No Emma, this s**t we’ve got going is not normal. This is so far past normal. Normal is s*x a few times a week and maybe some heavy petting thrown in. This explosive s**t we’ve got going, even from a distance, isn’t normal. Emma I hope you know, I’d categorize that orgasm you just witnessed as absolutely explosive.”

“Oh I saw. I thought it was very eruption-like.” I’m just giggling. I know from the sheer volume I watched come out, he’s got to have a mess. Unlike me. I lined my whole bed with an extra sheet

“Look Emma, I’m drained, literally,” his smile was infectious, “and I’ve got to eat, as do you. Go eat, cook, whatever. Don’t you dare get your ass back in that tub sending me pictures. I cannot drive to Mississippi today. Maybe next week, but not today. I’m gonna get a shower and clean up my, um, eruptions, then I’ll call you. Sound good?”

I’m cracking at his eruptions reference. “Yeah that sounds good. Get clean so I can help dirty you again.”

He opened his mouth to say something but I ended the call. That was amazing.