Before that thought can go any further, Liza steps out from around the cameras and onto the set. “Fine. But only because whatever is happening between you two right now is going to be explosive on camera.” She grabs a small camera from a table that I immediately recognize as one of those Go-Pro things the kids in the park are always filming themselves falling off skateboards with. She hands it to Simon, holding on when he goes to take it from her. “But if I don't get what we need to publish this video, I will withhold your fees, and sue you both for breach of contract, understand?”
We both nod, and Liza narrows her eyes once more before turning and stalking out of the studio, all her lap dogs scurrying after.
The very second the door clicks closed behind them, Simon turns to me with determination and need etched on every line of his face. “Need to see you. Need my tongue on you, sweetheart. Now.” With surprising gentleness, Simon sweeps me up into his arms in a bridal carry and takes me to the twin sized bed on the other side of the set.
A completely unsexy squeal bursts from my lips as Simon throws me down on the bed, then falls to his knees in front of me. Those huge hands drag me across the mattress until my butt is hanging off the edge, and his hands practically rip the shorts and panties from my body. In a heartbeat, my legs are draped over his shoulders and before I can think anything more thanwhat the hell,his mouth is on me, and I’m lost in another world.
I’ve never known sensations like this before in my life. Simon’s tongue is wet and warm and laps at my clit over and over. Like they have a life of their own, my hands fly down to grip his hair and pull him closer to me. The coarse hairs of his beard abrade my soft thighs and serve as the perfect counterpoint to the softness of his mouth. He growls and shoves his tongue into my pussy, then moves back to my clit. It’s like he doesn’t know where he wants to focus first, so he’s just hitting it all in turn. Even the folds of my pussy get into the act as he sucks and nibbles on them before doing the same to my clit.
Somewhere on the edge of awareness, I realize wearehere to do a job. “Wait, wait, Simon, we need the camera.” Now that we’re alone, I find I want the camera in my hand, want to capture what this man is doing to me as proof that I’m not making this all up. That it isn’t a dream. Fuck, capture it on camera for posterity's sake because, yeah, this is something that should be immortalized.
“Shit.” Simon picks the camera up from the floor, where it dropped at some point. “These things are indestructible right?”
With a shrug, I take it from him. “Let’s find out.” I glance at the tiny screen on the back and see it is already recording. Simon smirks up at me, and for some reason, that tiny little picture of him between my fingers turns me on tenfold. He dives back between my thighs, and I can’t decide if I want to watch the action on the screen, or the real thing, my eyes keep darting back and forth taking it in.
I’m holding onto his head like a rodeo rider with one hand and struggling to keep the other one still as every imaginable pleasurable sensation riots through my body. Simon runs one hand down between my thighs and presses a finger into my opening. It’s tight, and I know that this is only the beginning, because he has something much larger that needs to get in there. That single digit slides in and out of me until I’m panting and screaming, teetering on the edge of falling into something so intense, I’m not sure I’m prepared for what’s to come.
Then he adds another finger, and my whole world shatters to pieces. I’ve given myself orgasms before, but nothing like this. Those were all surface tremors compared to do this deep core shaking experience. Every muscle in my body tenses and nerves explode over and over. I want to watch him between my thighs so bad, but it’s all too much, and my head throws back with my eyes wrench closed with the force of sensations rippling through my body.
You would think, at this point, Simon would stop and crawl back up to get the deed done. But no, he keeps going. Sucking and nipping, pushing another finger inside me and rubbing them all against my front wall. He hits some spot that makes me see stars, and then another even more intense orgasm rages through my body. My legs are so weak from the first one, that they fall away from around his head, and I start to slip off the bed. But he catches me just in time, with the only downside of his arms around me being that his fingers are no longer inside my now achingly empty pussy.
“Holy shit, where did you learn to do that?” Because seriously, if this guy is a virgin, how did he know how to do all that to me?
“I did lots of research before today. Wanted to make sure I made it good for whoever you turned out to be.” With a huge smile, he slides me up onto the mattress, following me up until his body rests between my spread, shaking thighs. “Glad I did. I want to make this so good for you.”
At some point, while he was buried face first in my pussy, Simon pushed his jeans down to his knees, where they rest now. I work my feet against the waist band until they finally clunk to the floor along with his boxers. His cock slips between my wet folds, barely glancing over my sensitive clit. When he pulls back, he freezes just as the very tip of him comes to rest at my opening. We both gasp and gaze at each other.
This is it.
