Wildflower

Thirty-Six

Calum rests his head against the window, excited to be headed to the airport. Their destination was Germany, meaning he got to see Zeppelynn again in a matter of hours at this point.

Granted the hours exceeded 24, though only by a couple. She would be on set until late tomorrow night before retiring to his hotel instead of her own for a few nights. But nonetheless, he had one night between himself and his girl being reunited.

Even better, the interviews had been easy, and somehow the rumors of Z and his relation had been avoided in London. His fears of having to face the fire extinguished. By the time he had to really answer for them, he'd have had time to speak with her in person, and that is calming his nerves a lot.

Glancing down he smiles as a new text from none other than Zeppelynn graced his screen, taping it quickly to open the message thread.

Wildflower 🌼

I know I'm going to see
you tomorrow (yay!) but
I'm feeling some kind of
way tonight...

Calum swallows hard as he sees the photo she's sent, knowing she's asking for assistance. Her tan legs bare against the white duvet, a lacy pair of bright red silk panties the focal point of the shot.

Oh baby girl, I'm in
the car with the others.

But don't fret, I'll tell
you what to do to
yourself.

Please

Spread your legs wide
and lean back against
the headboard

Start by trailing your
fingers over your
collarbones Lightly.
Let them brush over
your nipples, don't
hold back. Really
tease yourself. If you
want to moan, do.

Fuck, it feels so good.
Tell me more.

Slip your hand into
your bra, if you're
wearing one. twist
your nipples between
your fingers, build
the tension.

Calum bites his own lip as he waits a moment, wanting to let her work herself a little bit before he continues. A thought occurring as he does though, forcing his fingers to dance across the screen hurriedly.

Wait, do you have any
toys?

You know I do.

His breath catches slightly at the response, his mind picturing her teasing herself with a toy as she moans for him.

Shaking himself internally he returns his focus to the message thread, wanting to cause her to climax before his arrival at the airport.

Good, keep them close.
But fingers first, trail
them down your
stomach. Slip them
into those sinful
panties. Find that
special bundle of
nerves.

Calum glances up from his phone for a moment, double checking the others are occupied with themselves and not paying attention to what he might be doing. Glancing down as his phone buzzes to tell him she's responded.

What else?

Circles. Slow and
sensual, draw circles
around your sweet clit.
I hope you're
moaning for me baby.