I Miss You
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- I’ve never actually written a phone/video chat sex fic before and dirty talk isn’t my strong suit, so I hope I did ok. This is pure shameless smut and is set sometime after Grayson and Lexi are married.
Pairing- Grayson/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- While Grayson is away on a business trip, Lexi misses him terribly and convinces him to be a little naughty.
Words- 1170
“I miss you,” I pouted into the webcam.
“I miss you too, baby,” Grayson said in a low voice. “Ten days is too long.”
Grayson had been called away from Northbridge on business. I had originally stayed behind because I’d had business of my own to attend to and because it had originally looked like it would be a short trip and then the small problem had turned into something much larger, delaying his return home by several days.
Which was why I was laying in our bed alone, aching for my husband while he was lounging in a hotel room thousands of miles away.
“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” I suggested.
Grayson raised one perfect eyebrow, “and how do you suggest I do that?”
“Strip for me,” I said with a grin, “let me see you.”
Grayson paused, I could see him hesitating.
“I’ll do the same for you,” I offered, licking my lips.
I could hear Grayson groan. “Baby…”
“I miss you,” I said again, “I miss you so much. I ache for you, Grayson. For your hands and your mouth.”
As I talked, I pulled my tank top over my head, freeing my breasts and then shimmied out of the matching pajama bottoms. I could see Grayson staring at me, could see the need and want on his face as he took in my naked form.
“Damn it, Lexi…” He swore and I could see his control wavering.
I knew Grayson, I knew how strong his control was and that he always did things the ‘right way’ and that he’d probably never had phone (or webcam) sex before but I was pregnant and horny and if I couldn’t have my husband in my bed, I wanted to at least see him.
I cupped my breasts in my hands. They were a little fuller than normal, thanks to my pregnancy.
“I love it when you touch my breasts,” I told him, “the way you run your hands over them and then your mouth. I love how you suck at my nipples making them rock hard.” I twisted my nipped in my fingers as I spoke, imagining Grayson’s hands instead of mine.
“Lexi…” It was a hoarse whisper.
“You love my breasts, don’t you, Grayson?” I asked him, “you don’t think they’re too small.”
“No, they’re perfect,” He assured me, “just the right size to fit in my hand.” He groaned. “Are we really doing this?”
“Unless you really don’t want to,” I told him, suddenly worried that I’d been too pushy, “I don’t want to force you into anything you’re uncomfortable with. I just… I really miss you.”
There was a moment of quiet and then Grayson downed his drink, a look of resolve on his handsome face.
“I miss you too,” he said again, “miss you so much and seeing you like that… Damn it, Lexi, do you know how much I want to touch you instead of myself? But I guess, tonight we’ll do it your way.”
He disappeared from the screen for a moment and I could see the room shifting, so he was obviously moving his laptop. A moment later, Grayson came back into focus. He stood beside the bed and as I watched, he undid the buttons of his shirt.
“Is this what you want to see?” He asked in a low voice, his eyes focused on the screen.
“Yes,” I told him instantly. “Though I wish I was the one undoing your shirt.”
“I don’t know, you have a tendency to ruin them,” Grayson reminded me with a smile, “though I do love the way your hands and mouth feel on my chest.”
He undid the last button and then eased the shirt over his shoulders, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. Next, he reached for his belt, undoing it quickly.
“I do prefer when you do this part,” he told me, as he unzipped his pants and then quickly stepped out of both his pants and underwear, leaving himself gloriously naked.
“So do I,” I told him, my eyes glued to the screen. “I love touching you, watching you get hard under my hands and mouth. If I were there, I’d be on my knees right now.”
I both saw and heard the big intake of breath, saw the raw longing on his face.
“I’d take you in my mouth,” I continued, “and run my tongue all along your shaft, sucking you and stroking you until you made me stop.”
And he always made me stop.
Grayson groaned now, as he settled on the bed. “Fuck that sounds good.”
I smirked, Grayson didn’t swear often, only when his control really slipped.
He gripped his cock in his hand, his eyes focused on his screen. “Touch yourself, baby,” he commanded, “touch yourself like I would.”
I slipped my hand between my legs, imagining it was Grayson’s hand. “I love it when you touch me,” I said, running my fingers over my folds, “I love the way you tease me first before giving me what I want.”
I slipped my fingers inside, imagining Grayson’s larger ones instead. I pumped my fingers in and out at a dizzying pace. “You know exactly the right way to touch me,” I told him, my breathing a little labored, “but as much as I love your hands and your mouth, what I really miss is the feeling of you inside me. Stretching me, filling me.”
“Lexi,” he groaned, his hand moving up and down as I talked.
“I love the way it feels when we come together,” I told him, moving my own hand, “Like our bodies were made for one another.”
“I like that too,” Grayson told me, “the way you feel so warm, so snug. I love the way you clench around me, baby, and the sounds you make when I move within you.”
I let out a little sigh, just picturing that, my hand working faster and harder until knew I was close. “Grayson,” I gasped, “ohhhh!!!” I came around my hand then collapsed back on the bed.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged and I could see that he too was close, “oh, god, I love seeing you like that, hearing you cry my name in pleasure.”
His breathing was ragged, his movement uneven and I heard him groan as he reached his own orgasm. “Lexi, oh, Lexi.” He let out a deep sigh. “I needed that.”
“So did I,” I told him, “but not as much as I need you here with me.” “
Soon,” he promised, grabbing the towel he’d prepared and cleaning himself up, “soon I’ll be home and then I don’t plan on letting you out of our bed for several days.”
“Promise?” I asked with a smile, as I curled up under the blankets, too tired to bother grabbing my clothes. I felt satisfied from our little encounter, but not as much as I would be when Grayson was finally home with me.
- The End
