I’m wet already, because of Everest.
And I want him tosee.
“Wish you were here,” I murmur to the camera.
I glance over at him—and it’s the rawest thing I’ve ever done. Showing him this. Letting him see what I do, who I am when the lights are on and the mask is half-on, half-off.
His jaw is tight. His fists are clenched. But he doesn’t stop me, he just watches.
My fingers circle my clit. I let my hips roll, let myself get lost in the feeling. But when I start to pant, when the pressure builds, when the moans start to slip free, I don’t look at the lens.
I look athim.
“Everest.”
It’s not for the fans. It’s not a tease. It’s a plea.
The second I say his name, he’s up. Crossing the room in a few long strides.
He shuts the camera off. Doesn’t say a word.
He scoops me up, carries me to the bed, and lays me down like I’m breakable.
“You sure?” he asks, voice like thunder barely restrained.
I nod. “But I’m in charge this time.”
His brows lift then he grins. “Yes, ma’am.”
I push him back and straddle him, positioning his thick cock with my pussy, and dropping down onto him. Then I ride him like I’m claiming territory.
My pace is slow at first, just enough to make him groan. He’s thick, hot, buried deep, and it’sso much.But I want it like this. I want the control and power. The way his hands twitch but don’t grip my hips because I haven’t given him permission.
“You like watching me?” I whisper, grinding down on him.
He grits his teeth. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
“Touch me.”
He does. One hand to my tits, the other between us, rubbing where I need it most.
It doesn’t take long. I’m already right there. I drop my hands to his chest, ride him harder, and when I come, I do it crying outhisname, not for a camera, not for an audience.
Just for him.
He flips me over after, takes control only once I’ve given it to him. Fucks me until we’re both boneless and stupid with pleasure.
And afterward, when we’re tangled in sheets, sticky and spent, he looks at me like I’ve hung the moon.
Like I’m both his fantasy and his reality.
“I think I could fall in love with you,” he murmurs against my hair.
And I whisper back, “I think I already did.”
Chapter Twenty-One
EVEREST
