[Something of a cross between a curse and a moan escapes Stephen when he feels the psychic touch of her mouth on his cock, the hand wrapped around his shaft moving in time with her sent thoughts. The combination of both mental an physical stimulation is so intense that the imagery in his mind of his lavishing her with his tongue wavers. He's clearly losing focus, his thoughts drifting to memories of past times she's given him a blowjob, and to how she looked, her mouth wrapped round his cock as she looks up at him.
He's almost ashamed to say that he's not going to last long if Wanda keeps this up, and the way their bond intensifies with her sense of longing, and that bright warm feeling of how at peace she is when they are together is certainly not helping. He tries to send her a text, but grows frustrated with the too many typos he's making, and chooses to switch to voice instead:]
I can't type with one hand. [His breathing is clearly heavy, and his voice strained with desire, just like when he talks dirty to her during sex. If Wanda ever doubted having an effect on him despite the distance, there's proof enough now.]
That's a neat trick you though there. That's almost cheating, even.
[text] -> [voice]
He's almost ashamed to say that he's not going to last long if Wanda keeps this up, and the way their bond intensifies with her sense of longing, and that bright warm feeling of how at peace she is when they are together is certainly not helping. He tries to send her a text, but grows frustrated with the too many typos he's making, and chooses to switch to voice instead:]
I can't type with one hand. [His breathing is clearly heavy, and his voice strained with desire, just like when he talks dirty to her during sex. If Wanda ever doubted having an effect on him despite the distance, there's proof enough now.]
That's a neat trick you though there. That's almost cheating, even.