I beam brighter.
He takes his phone, swipes it open, and snaps a photo, then stares at me for a minute.
"What?" I nervously ask.
He moves me off him, then rises. He directs, "Stretch out on the mattress for me."
I bite my lip and arch an eyebrow.
He leans down until he's an inch from my face, and in a low voice says, "I want to always have access to my present, even when you're not with me."
My ego skyrockets. "So you like my gift?"
He chuckles. "You have no idea."
"Good." I slide onto my back and pose in a few positions while he takes photos.
He turns it to video. "Tell me again what you're giving me for Christmas, sugar."
My cheeks heat. I pin my eyes on him, bat my lashes, and try to sound sexy, stating, "Me."
"Damn, darlin'…you're a whole wildfire."
My cheeks hurt from smiling.
"You want me to stretch that sweet little body of yours open, sugar?" he asks, his gritty tone so low it adds to the fire.
"Yes," I reply, my heart racing. Wyatt always talks dirty to me when we get intimate, and maybe I should be offended, but I never am. If anything, I crave more. Something about being the target of his words always makes me feel special.
He reaches for my thigh and slides his palm over it, slowly moving it closer to my torso. Then he gets right between them and makes a fist, pushing them open with his knuckles.
My breath hitches.
"Yeah. I think you want me in here," he teases, slipping the delicate lace to the side and taunting me with his finger.
I whimper.
"Is that a yes?" he asks, even though he knows he doesn't have to.
"Yes," I breathe, my chest rising and falling faster.
He steps back, his finger slick with my arousal, and keeps the camera aimed at me. "Ask me nicely to make you a woman while you pull at your bow. And use my name when you answer my questions," he orders.
My butterflies turn frantic. I slowly tug at the end of the red ribbon and ask, "Will you please make me a woman, Wyatt?" The bow turns to one long strand, and I toss it to the side of my body.
He unbuckles his belt one-handed, keeping his camera hand steady as he continues to film me. "This is what you want in you, sugar?" He pushes the denim over his ass, and the buckle slams on the wooden floor, echoing in the tiny cabin. He grips his shaft, giving it a few strokes.
My mouth waters. It's not the first time I've seen him naked, but it looks larger than ever.
Will it fit inside me?
Stop being a sissy.
I stick my chin out. "Yes. I want you in me, Wyatt."
He steps closer. "You wantmeto be the first to feel you tight, wet, and begging?"
My voice shakes. "Yes."
