She did it again, slower this time. Her knees bracketed Kieran’s hips as she dragged herself against him, a small and measured movement.
Kierangroaned.
His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips, thumbs pressing at the soft roll of her stomach. Sammie hoped there would be bruises there, and wondered if the camera could see the indents he was making in her skin. His hat was pulled low, shadowing his face, but she could still see the pink tinting his cheeks, matching the color that spread over his chest and up his neck.
Kieran leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her shoulder, bare from where her shirt had slipped. His lips pressed softly to her skin, taunting her rule, and Sammie toyed with the idea of breaking it. Would it be so bad, getting a taste of him, capturing his ragged breaths and quiet moans?
He surprised her, reaching up to pull the ties out of her hair. Sammie stilled as his fingers gently untangled the strands, running through them until the braids were undone completely and dark waves spilled around her shoulders. The smell of herstrawberry shampoo enveloped them, mingling with the warmth of Kieran’s own scent.
Sammie rocked her hips again as Kieran trailed his hands up her sides, slipping them under her shirt, teasing along her ribs. They were both breathing harder now, and Sammie let her head fall back, her waves cascading down her back, careful to keep her face out of view of the camera.
A hand found the swell of her breast. She’d skipped a bra, since Kieran had told her to dress comfortably, and, well, bras weren’t comfortable. Kieran’s thumb brushed over her nipple, and a sound escaped Sammie, caught between a gasp and a moan. She leaned into the touch, continuing to slowly roll her hips. His cock was pressing into her now, hard and hot against her. Dampness soaked through her panties, she was sure Kieran could feel it as well. How wet she already was for him.
“You might have a knack for this.” Kieran’s voice was husky, the words pressed into her neck as he continued to palm her breast. Sammie chuckled, feeling more relaxed than she had since she’d asked him to do this with her.
“It’s fun.” She whispered the words and could feel him smiling into her skin. The heat in her core was building, steady and sure as she moved against him. Kieran was keeping still, for the most part, but she sensed his desire to press up into her, to seek outmore.
“Fun,” he mumbled, pulling back to look at her. Sammie could only imagine how she looked, hair loose and messy, cheeks flushed, pupils blown wide. A of reflection his own expression, still shadowed by the brim of his hat. He turned, glancing over her shoulder toward where the mirror stood. “Fuck.” His cock twitched against her as his fingers gripped the rough-cut hem of her shirt. “I was wrong, this needs to go.”
Sammie grinned, lifting her arms over her head as he tugged the shirt up. She was bare before him a moment later, breastshanging heavy, nipples peaked against the cool air. Kieran’s gaze was fixed on the mirror, and Sammie fought the urge to turn, to steal a glance at just what it was that was capturing his attention and causing the feral gleam in his eyes that burned like hellfire.
“Sammie.” Her name fell soft from his lips, so quiet she hardly heard it. He was rocking his hips gently, grinding his cock up against her. “Sammie, I need you tomove.”
The command shot through her, a wave of fire flaring under her skin. The wrecked way he said it, the way his breaths came faster by the second… Sammie couldn’t find it in herself to deny him. It felt too good as she began to move with him, waves of pleasure spreading out from where they were pressed together.
Kieran’s hands were on her, gripping her sides as she rolled against him, fingers grasping for purchase on her skin as his own movements grew frantic. Sammie let her head fall back, hair tickling along the top of her spine.
It would be so easy to lose herself. To pretend that this was something more. Something closer to what she wouldn’t let herself hope it could be.
Embers raged in her core, flames building toward a crescendo as they licked along her limbs. Her clit felt swollen, sensitive from the friction. Kieran’s hands roved over her exposed skin, up her sides, down her arms, back up to cup her breasts, pinching and teasing her nipples. And through it all, he was still watching them in the mirror.
This was a side of Kieran that Sammie had never seen, nor expected. But… was this really so different from who he’d always been? Someone who knew what he wanted and went for it. Someone settled in himself, calm and sure. The fact that this new Kieran who sat before her, panting raggedly against her skin as his hips bucked beneath her, was still so recognizable as the Kieran she’d always carried a torch for… that did something toSammie. She could feel her orgasm creeping closer with every push of her hips, with every shift against his cock.
This was Kieran,herKieran, and he was falling apart just as much as she was.
Kieran choked on a breath, tensing, clenching his jaw as he wrapped his arms around her and held her tight against his chest. Wet heat spread between them, soaking his briefs.
Fuck.
Sammie had just made Kieran come in his underwear.
She cried out, tipping over the edge with him, abs clenching as her pussy throbbed, her orgasm lighting her up from within. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, even as Kieran began to slowly run a hand along her spine. Down, then up. Again, then once more. Her skin felt too sensitive, sending shivers through her even as his motions worked to bring her down from the high.
They sat together for a while, unmoving. Sammie came back to herself slowly, her breaths evening out as she became more aware of the wet mess between them. Her panties weresoaked.
“Are you okay?” Kieran’s voice, no longer hushed for the camera, had her sitting up straight.
“I’m good.” And she was. Mostly. Even if she was suddenly hyperaware of the position they were in, the fact that she was mostly naked in his lap. What they had just done together. Howgoodit had felt. “You?”
Kieran studied her face, as if searching for any sign that she was lying to him, before nodding. “I’m good.” He pressed at her hips. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
Sammie hadn’t lied to him. No, omitting the full truth, that wasn’t the same as lying. So, as she cleaned herself and got redressed in Kieran’s small bathroom, as they said their goodbyes, firming up plans to travel back home for the weekend, Sammie didn’t lie to him.
She kept the sneaking suspicion, the one wriggling at the back of her mind, that maybe, justmaybeshe was in over her head… she kept that all to herself.
The video was good.
Really fucking good.
