Now, the wetness follows. I’m so hot, so ready.
Merrick turns us around and lifts my chin. “Show your beautiful face first.” He bends down to kiss my neck.
I close my eyes, imagining what the camera is capturing of us. Another wave of heat flashes through me.
Merrick unties the bottom of the shirt and whips it open.
I suck in a breath. I’m getting naked on camera.
He pulls away as he slides it off my shoulders. The cool air caresses my skin.
He kisses my mouth, a hand gripping the back of my skull. It’s deep and demanding, his lips and tongue taking over.
I feel lost in it, spellbound, losing my sense of direction in space.
Then there’s a release, and my bra is undone. He pulls back again and slowly inches the front away from my breasts, making sure I’m exposed to the lens.
We’re doing it. It’s happening.
His free hand massages me, fingers tweaking a nipple. Then his head lowers to take it in his mouth.
I find the edge of the counter and hold on, arching my back to him. I’m glad my hair is up and out of the way, letting everything show. I want to watch this, feel it all again a second time, and do something new along with the memory of this one.
Time will collapse on itself when we do that, our past, present, and future all aligned in this connection of sex and energy and undivided attention.
He works his way down, kissing along my ribs and to my belly, where his fingers deftly unbutton my jeans. I kick off the boots, glad they are only ankle high and don’t have zippers.
He kneels in front of me, pulling the jeans down, leaving the bright blue thong.
The denim slides along my skin as it goes. I open my eyes and look up at the dome above us.
“I should have gotten the mirrored one,” Merrick says. “Then we could watch and record at the same time.”
“Yes.” Another round of wetness slips out of me.
The jeans are gone. He runs his hands up my body, thighs, belly, breasts. He’s out of the way, making sure this is all perfectly visible. I’m almost vibrating with the need to do more, show more, commit more to our record.
His fingers slide beneath the thin strap of the thong and slowly ease it down. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says as the fabric slips down. “I have to taste this.”
He pulls the underwear the rest of the way off my legs. “We’re going to see how bendy you are.”
“I’m bendy.”
He lifts me onto the bar like he did before, right next to the register. Then he grasps one leg and raises it high, leaving the other to dangle down in front of the cabinets.
He glances up at the camera. “Just look at this slick, wet pussy,” he says and runs a thumb across it, making me gasp. “I’m going to lap this up.”
And he does, his tongue replacing his thumb.
I arch again, my vision going black with stars. I’m so ready, so hot, that the moment he sucks on the nub, I cry out, my leg shaking, the orgasm pulsing against his mouth.
He pulls back while I’m still quivering, letting the camera take in the way it looks. Just knowing it’s happening makes me wet all over again.
“I’m going to fuck you a lot harder than last night,” he says. “Do you think you can handle it?”
“Yes, yes. I can.” I open my eyes to watch him strip out of his leather cut, his shirt, and his jeans.
When his boxers go down, I love that he turns so the camera can see. Something for me to look at, marvel over.
