She nodded.
“Did he break that trust?”
“I don’t think I ever trusted him, to be honest. I was just young, stupid, and thought it was hot.”
“How about now that you’re older, wiser, it’s still fucking hot? And this—” I gestured between us- “is just for us. I don’t share.”
“Hell yes.”
That was exactly what I needed to hear as I snapped a few photos to warm up. I pulled the front of the apron so the fabric hung between her breasts, both fully exposed. “Lean back.”
I snapped several more pictures before I picked her up off the counter and set her back on her feet. “What was that for?”
“I realized we need to go back to the beginning. I missed you taking the tray out of the oven.”
When she dropped to her knees in front of me and reached for my belt, I went to put my phone away. “No, keep it out.”
“Fuck.”
Her hungry eyes met mine while I kept clicking the shutter. When she took my dick out and rested it on her tongue, I reached my free hand down and threaded my fingers in herhair. Snap.
“Video?” I asked as she wrapped her mouth around the head of my cock, bobbing once before releasing me.
“Yes.”
Once she knew the camera was on, my girl performed. She took me deep, and I couldn’t help the expletive that slipped out when I hit the back of her throat. I tried to focus on the camera angle, but fuck, her mouth made me lose my goddamn mind.
“Easy, girl. This isn’t the big show. Get your ass up on that counter.” She popped off my dick, stood, and shrugged out of the apron. I kicked off my pants and ripped the sweater over my head.
She lay back and spread her legs completely unashamed and open for me and the camera. “I just had my nails done. Do you like them?”
The blood-red nails contrasted her fair skin as she traced her way done her torso to circle her clit.
“Did you do that for me? The wax, too?”
“Maybe.” Her smirk showed just how much she’d thought about me and prepared for tonight. God, she not only primped, but she planned an entire event.
“I love it, but I don’t care whether you have hair. If you like it this way, keep it. Or not.”
“Mouth, please.” She put just enough pressure on my head to let me know exactly where she wanted my mouth. I groaned when I tasted her, and she tossed her head back; fuck, she looked incredible.
“Do you know how beautiful you are like this?” I pressed my tongue inside her and worked her clit with my thumb as she writhed against me. “You’re soaked, baby. Do you wantto come on my mouth? Or do you want to come on my dick?”
“Both.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, doing everything I could to keep my hand off my dick. I thrust two fingers inside her, and her cries got louder, more frantic as she begged me for her release. If I was a stronger man, I would make her hold off.
“I’m going to watch that every night you leave me alone. Fuck that was hot.”
She yanked me by my hair, drawing my mouth to hers, and took me in a bruising kiss. “Inside, now. I need you inside me.”
When I thrust inside her, I pinched my eyes shut. Maybe it was coming home to find her comfortable in my space, but why the fuck didthisfeel like I was coming home? She made my space come alive in a way that it never had before.
“If you don’t leave marks with those pretty little nails, are they even worth the effort?”
“Your reaction was well worth the effort. Are we going to talk, or are you going to fuck me?”
I pulled out halfway before rocking back into her. She moaned at the contact. “Harder, Jonathan. Please.”
