‘Did you get your present?’ his excited voice demanded in greeting.  ‘Have you opened it?’

‘Saved it to open with you.’ I swallowed the tightness in my throat at how much I missed him.

‘Open it now!’ he urged.  I tore the paper, finding a photo of him sprawled lasciviously in the Caribbean surf.

‘Do you like it?  Bast took it just for you.’

‘Looks a little… familiar…’ I hardened at the erotic image.

‘It’s a wanking pic.’  His voice was such liquid seduction the words barely registered.

‘A … what?’ I stuttered, mentally canceling my next appearance and making plane reservations.

‘Those pics of you in the water – they’re so fucking hot, I have them here, it’s like having a little of you with me.  Now you have some of me with you too.’  His voice wavered, and I knew he was touching himself.

‘Are you hard for me, love?’ he purred.  ‘Can you feel me loving you?’

Soon, I’d strip those damp clothes from his body and lick the salt from his sun-kissed skin.  Until then, I obeyed his sensuous command and flicked open the buttons of my jeans, releasing my cock, already swollen and throbbing.

Already wet.

THE END