He runs his tongue between his teeth and his top lip, that lethal look crossing his face again. This is my one of my favorite new Elias looks. It goes straight to my nipples. He pulls out his phone.
“Start recording,” I tell him.
He does.
I’m squirming now, desperate for pressure. I take a deep breath and peel my shirt off first. I try to be slow. I get an arm stuck, as if I’ve never worn a shirt before and it’s now my first time ever taking one off. I huff a laugh at how unsexy it is, but Elias’s face hasn’t changed at all, still intently hungry. My bra is next, and I reach around to unhook it. My nipples are rock hard in the chill of the room, but I’m hot. Burning up. Elias’s swallow is audible in the quiet space. “Can you like… talk?” I ask weakly. “I like when you’re talking to me.”
His grin spreads slowly. “Your tits are so pretty, Gorgeous. Push them together for me? Play with them?”
I smile despite myself, doing as he asks, pushing them together and enjoying the feel of my fingers rubbing slow circles on my nipples. “I thought I was calling the shots,” I tell him.
“Sorry,” he says, looking about as unapologetic as someone can look. “That was a request, not a command.”
“This feels better than usual,” I whisper. “They’re so sensitive.”
“You like my eyes on you,” he says factually, because it is, in fact, a fact. I like how hungry I’m making him look, too. “I can’t take them off you. You’re magnetic.”
I wonder if I’m more sensitive all over. I stand slightly, just enough to pull off my leggings and panties. I peel them off, making this a little sexier, slower. I throw them on the floor next to me. Feeling a little bolder, I lean back against the armrest of the couch, propping one foot up on the couch and the other on the floor, spreading myself wide open for Elias.
The resounding groan I get makes it all worth it. “Fuck, baby.” He mashes the hand he isn’t using to hold his phone into the bulge of his sweatpants. “Look at that pretty pink pussy. You’re already drenched for me. You’re getting it all over the couch.”
“You make me so wet,” I whisper.
“Can you touch yourself? I know I said I wasn’t calling the shots. That’s why I’m asking. Nicely. Begging. Please?”
I do feel more sensitive, biting back a moan once I get my fingers on my clit. “Feels so good.” I dip a finger in. I make it two.
Elias has already shoved his pants and boxers down his thighs and is stroking himself. “Look how hard you’re making me,” he grunts. “You’re so fucking sexy, spreading all that cream around your pussy. I can’t wait to feel it around this dick.”
I like watching him, too, I realize, getting improbably wetter at the sight of his huge hand wrapped around his cock, watching as he puts more pressure towards the head, rotating with a flick of his wrist. I want to do it. I want him to film me doing it.
I crawl towards him and pull his pants all the way off.
“Oh god,” he murmurs, lifting his legs momentarily. “Oh fuck.”
I get on all fours and wrap my hand around him, mimicking his earlier movements. His hips jerk. He drops his phone, then searches for it frantically to point it back towards his dick and my face.
I make sure I look directly into the camera lens when I take a slow, lewd lick up his length. It pulses in my hand, and I take that opportunity to wrap my mouth around the head, still looking into the camera.
Elias fucking loses it. “Look at your gorgeous lips around my cock. Fuck, it feels so good. Your mouth is heaven. I want to live here forever. Give me some suction, yes,” he hisses, once I do. He thrusts into my mouth twice, making me gag just a little bit. I enlist my hand for assistance. “God yes, make it messy. Fuck, this is so hot. You’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait for you to see yourself on camera.”
I moan around him. My clit is pulsing. I reach back to give it some relief, jolting at the sensitivity, shocked when I find how much wetter I’ve gotten. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on. Fuck this.
I pull off with a pop. He curses. “Get up here and ride my face, beautiful. I want a taste of that delicious cream. It’s all mine.”
“Nope,” I say, the Elias way, climbing over him and straddling him. “Get the phone ready,” I warn.
“Fuck, Mia, goddammit,” he says, but listens to me, angling the phone so that it captures my hand tilting his cock back and positioning it at my entrance. I start my journey down. Slow, so slow, the slowest I’ve ever gone, relishing in the feeling.
“Holy fucking shit, baby,” Elias is babbling, lost. “This is unreal. Watching you stretch around this big dick. Fuck. You’re so wet I can slide right in. Fuck,” he grits his teeth once he bottoms out. “I lied. I want to live in this pussy forever. Your mouth was divine, but your pussy is heaven. This is where I live now. This is my home.”
I’m filled with adrenaline and warmth at the power I have sitting up here on my dick throne, Elias’s praise seeping into every vein of my body. Iamspecial. Iamsexy. I start to move, rolling my hips and grinding, a little more dramatically than I need to, making sure to ham it up for the camera. “God, Elias,” I breathe. “You feel so good inside me.” I make sure to lift up and sink down so he can get some footage of his dick disappearing inside me. I do this for a long bit of time, just enjoying myself, relishing in reducing this man to a babbling mess.
Finally, he can’t take it anymore. He groans suddenly, starting to thrust up. “Ride me, baby. Harder. Make those tits bounce. Get yourself off. I want to see you come. Grind that little clit on my body.”
My eyes shut as I bathe in his voice, getting closer and closer. Feeling his dick drag against my front walls.
“You can close your eyes now, Mia, but I want them open when you come,” he grits out. “Focus all that energy on using this dick, baby, that’s right. There you go,” he says, when he feels me pulsing around him.
