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Maya’s POV
I’ve been walking around the station aimlessly for a few hours. The day is painfully quiet, and I’ve run out of things to clean. It feels like I’m going out of my mind. And I hate it.
“Maya, for god’s sake, sit down,” Andy snaps the third time I wander into her office.
She is hunched over mountains of paperwork, probably reinstating her own system now that she’s captain again.
“What’s going on, Maya?” she asks as I finally sit down across from her.
“Can I help you with anything?” I counter instead.
“You can help by telling me why my lieutenant is so restless,” she pries, clearly needing to know if I’d be a liability on a call.
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. It’s just… Carina’s been away at a conference for a few days now and—” My phone vibrates in my pocket, cutting me off mid-sentence.
I pull it out and can’t stop smiling. “It’s her! Gotta go!”
Andy shakes her head as I bolt out of the office before she can say anything.
“Carina, baby, hi,” I greet as soon as I close the door of my bunk. “How are you?”
“Bored,” she chuckles, her face lighting up the second she sees me on the screen. “E tu?”
“Better now,” I confess. “I miss you. I think I’m driving Andy insane.”
“Me too, bambina. Just a few more days.”
I nod and lie back on my bed, staring at my phone. That’s when I notice she’s only wearing a robe, loose around her shoulders.
“Isn’t it a bit early to be naked, baby?” I tease.
She laughs. “There’s a big important dinner. I have to make myself presentable.”
“Nothing’s prettier than you naked, baby, but I doubt that’s dinner appropriate.”
“Stupida.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “I’m about to shower, but I wanted to hear your voice first.”
“I’m flattered,” I say. “And disappointed now that I know I could’ve gotten a FaceTime from the shower.”
I smirk at the way her cheeks flush.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Carina warns.
“Who said I can’t?” I ask, turning onto my side and propping my phone against a pillow.
“Do you…? Would you like to…” Carina murmurs, struggling to find the words.
“Have amazing phone sex with my gorgeous Italian girlfriend?” I offer.
“Sì,” she nods.
“Fuck yes,” I breathe out. “But I’m at the station; if there’s a call, I need to leave.”
“Oh, I didn’t think of that. Another time, maybe,” Carina says, disappointment flickering across her face.
“That’s not what I meant. Drop that robe for me, love. Let me see that sexy body of yours.” My tone dropping low and commanding.
Carina bites her bottom lip and finds a way to position her phone to give me a full view. She unties the robe and lets it slide to the floor.
Naked. Beautiful. Exactly how I love her.
“Fuck, I miss you,” I breathe out. “Have you been thinking of me?”
“Every second. I miss your warmth, your love, your body.”
“My body, huh? Why’s that?” I tease.
“We have sex every day, bambina. This is torture,” she admits, lying back on the hotel bed.
“Oh, I know. Thankfully I’ve been making great use of our toys.”
Carina whimpers at that. I watch her hand slide out of frame, and I know exactly where it’s going.
“I want to see, baby. Let me see how good your fingers are working your cunt.”
Carina adjusts the phone so I have a perfect view of her. Her fingers are already slick, her pubic hairs damp around her clit and opening. She drags wetness up to her clit, circling slowly, her pace nowhere near something that would give her relief.
“Faster, baby,” I command, afraid I won’t have much time with her.
Carina obeys, and I hear her breath catch.
“I wish I was with you. I’d wrap my lips around that beautiful clit of yours, and you’d lose all sense of control as I’d suck it just the way you like it.”
Her movements falter for a second but then pick up again. “Maya, please.”
Carina always needs to hear my voice when she comes. Otherwise, it feels like she gets lost in her own thoughts, and it takes her forever to achieve orgasm when she is able to let go enough. I know it’s even more important now, without my hands on her.
“You’re doing so well, Carina. I can hear your breath quicken and your pussy getting wetter for me. It’s like I can taste you on my lips still.”
She props her phone against something before bringing her other hand to play. She circles her opening a few times, then plunges a finger deep inside herself.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re stretching so good around your finger. So sexy. I know you can take another one,” I coax.
Carina listens and adds another finger inside herself, moaning my name at the new intrusion.
“Good. I’m right here, baby. You’re perfect for me. Your pussy is so enticing. I wish I was inside you, baby.”
She starts rubbing her clit faster, thrusting her fingers deeper and with more precision.
“That’s it, baby. I know you’re close. I can see you’re ready to cum for me.”
Carina’s moans grow wilder; she’s losing control fast. Her sounds alone have me wet and throbbing already.
“Maya, please,” Carina begs.
“Fuck, Carina, you’re so sexy. Do you know how wet I am for you right now?”
“I’m coming!” she warns, but I already knew; the way her body tenses and her voice cracks give her away.
“You’re mine, baby. That orgasm is mine. Say it,” I command.
“Yours, Maya. Cazzo. I’m yours. My body is yours. I’m all yours,” Carina cries out in the throes of her orgasm.
Carina’s body tenses on the hotel bed, her cries spilling through the speaker like a jolt straight to my core. Her orgasm isn’t just something I watch; I also feel it. My whole body reacts to it. My chest tightens, my stomach clenches, and heat rushes low and deep between my thighs.
I grip the sheets beneath me, my knuckles white. I want to touch myself to relieve the ache she built in me, but instead I hold on, because this moment isn’t about me. It’s about watching her come undone, about knowing I guided her there with only my voice.
Her moans become small, broken sounds as she comes down from the high, and I realize my own breathing is as ragged as hers. My heart pounds hard enough in my chest to feel it in my throat.
“Jesus…” I whisper, trying to steady my voice. My hand, still fisted in the sheets, trembles. “You’re… fuck, Carina…”
She lies sprawled on the bed, hair wild around her face, her chest rising and falling fast. She looks utterly wrecked, glowing in that way she only does after a release.
On my screen, she tilts her head to look at me, eyes heavy-lidded and soft. “You liked?” she asks, voice still breathless, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.
“Liked?” I laugh shakily. “Baby, I’m… I’m trying to breathe.”
She smiles lazily, a hand dragging across her stomach as if grounding herself.
I shift on the bed, pressing my thighs together, and bite back a groan. My body is screaming at me for release, every nerve ending on fire, but I stay still, letting the ache bloom. There’s something intoxicating about holding it, about feeling her pleasure ripple through me without taking any for myself.
“You’re so beautiful,” I manage, voice rough. “I wish I could feel you right now. Taste you.”
Carina hums softly at that, eyes fluttering shut. “Soon, bambina. Just a few more days.”
I exhale, forcing my hand to unclench from the sheets. My fingers ache from how hard I’d been gripping.
“Yeah,” I say, softer now. “A few more days.”
We just stay there, breathing together through the screen: her, naked and flushed in a hotel room miles away, and me, in my bunk, still trembling with the ghost of her orgasm echoing inside my own body.