I wrap my arms around his shoulders, cradling his head against my chest as I lift my hips and drop back down. We’re as close as two people can get, and it still doesn’t feel like enough.
His mouth closes around my nipple. I throw my head back and moan. His hands are everywhere, caressing and kneading every part of me within reach. His touch is gentle and reverent, like he’s trying to memorize every inch of my body.
I grind against his lap, taking him deeper than I ever thought possible. This position is new for us, and it’s easily becoming my favorite. The control, the angle, and the look in his eyes as I bring us both to the edge—nothing could ever compare to this.
He peppers my neck and collarbone with soft kisses. “You’re so goddamn stunning. I wish you could see yourself like this.”
I stop moving and nibble on my bottom lip. “What if I could?”
His eyes darken. “You don’t mean…”
I reach across to the nightstand and grab his phone. “Yes.”
His throat bobs almost imperceptibly. “You sure?”
“You once said you wanted me to see myself through your eyes.” I press the phone against his chest. “So, show me.”
“Last chance. As soon as I press this button, there’s no turning back. Callie Cooper riding my dick is going straight into my spank bank.”
I roll my hips to tease him. “Do it.”
He holds up the camera and starts the recording. A switchflips, and I become a completely different person—confident and playful. Maybe this was always a part of me, but it’s been locked away for so long I forgot she existed.
“Tell me what you want, Cowboy.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my upper thigh. “You know what I like. Ride me, Callie baby.”
I lift onto my knees and drop back down slowly, testing his patience. His free hand glides up my side and sends a shiver coursing through me.
I repeat the motion, clenching around his dick. We moan together as I rock back and forth, reveling in the delicious fullness. His palm engulfs my right breast, rolling my nipple.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“God, yes. Your cock is hitting me so deep.” My voice comes out a little dreamy as my breathing picks up.
“I love when you talk dirty to me.” His palm connects with my ass, no doubt leaving a handprint. I like the thought of his marks on me. “Mmm. Your pussy liked that, dirty girl.”
I lean back, bracing my hands on his shins.
“Christ. I’ll never get enough of this view.” His palm skates from my neck, between my breasts, until he’s kneading the soft flesh of my belly. “I fucking love every part of you, but this softness is my favorite.”
He drags his hand lower until his fingers reach my clit, then he spreads me open. The camera follows his movements. “You look so good stretched and filled.”
I sit up straighter, gripping his shoulders to keep myself steady.
“Jax.” I whimper his name. “I’m so close.”
He digs his heels into the mattress and fucks up into me, meeting me thrust for thrust. “I’m gonna come.”
It’s a warning—an unspoken choice he’s giving me.
“Come inside me.”
“Fuck. You can’t say shit like that.”
“Do it, Jax. Fill me up. I need it.” It’s a desperate plea, and if I know anything about this man, he won't leave me wanting.
He joins our hands and slips them between us, forcing me to touch myself. “I won’t come without you.”
