"You don't trust I'll protect the video with my life?" he asks.
I shake my head. "No. That's not it."
He cups my face, bends over me, and kisses me for several minutes. Then he mumbles against my lips, "What's the issue, sugar?" He stares at me.
"What… What if I'm not good for you? Maybe we should record it another time?" I ask, letting my insecurities fly out.
He grunts, and the corners of his lips twitch. "That's not possible."
"It's not?"
"No." He says it with no room to argue.
I stay quiet, still worried.
He kisses me again, then says, "I'll make you a deal."
"What's that?"
"If you don't like the video, I'll delete it. But I promise you that you will," he says.
My nerves relax a little. "Okay. Um…"
He arches his eyebrows.
I blurt out, "How many videos do you have?"
"Of you?"
My stomach flips. "No. Of you with other girls."
His head jerks backward. "None, Willow. Only you."
"Really?" I ask, his response comforting me somewhat.
"Have I ever lied to you?"
I shake my head. "No."
A soft smile curves his lips. "Then don't doubt my truth. The only video I have is this one, and it's also the only one I'd ever want to watch."
Warmth floods my chest. "Good."
He sits up and caresses my jaw. "You're gorgeous. And this is the best present I've ever gotten, and there will never be anything that comes close to it."
I beam. "I'm glad you like it."
"Oh, I do," he states adamantly.
I laugh, and more of my nerves disappear.
He picks up my hand and wraps my fingers around his erection. His voice returns to a low croon. "Now, tell me again how badly you want me to be your first so I can take what I've been dying to claim."
I circle my thumb on the tip of his cock and declare, "Please take my virginity, Wyatt."
He lightly pinches my tit and grits through his teeth, "Tell me you need it, sugar."
"I need it. So badly," I add, squeezing my thighs together.
