He’s quiet for a few moments before he sits forward and moves a little closer to me. “Take a picture of us so you can see how we look together and tonight I want to make a sex tape. Which we can delete right after. I've never made a sex tape before. You can tie me up again if youwant.”
I look into his deep brown eyes. “If you don’t like it when I tie you up, we don’t have to do it. Forreal.”
“I do. Just—rebalancing the universe takes a lot of getting usedto.”
I laugh and lift up my phone again. “Smile!” He looks like someone is jabbing him in his lower spine with a pitchfork, but I take the picture anyway. I like the way welook.
* * *
We sit outside a little longer.Then some of the clouds peel away and I announce that I'm in need of some AC. Silas cleans up our picnic while I try to convince the dogs to come inside. I give up when Silas reminds me of their dedication to their false self of independence and the doggy door in the kitchen.We watch moreAntiques Roadshowbefore he gets called up to the mercantile to talk to some family friend who's back in town. We both agree that I should stay behind. He comes back with enough food to cover us for a late lunch anddinner.
We watch some preseason football and about halfway through I need a break. I jump off the couch and open my music library. I find just the right song and then hold my hand out for Silas after I set my phone on the coffeetable.
“I need to stretch. I usually walk like three miles a day and I’ve just been sitting around. Come dance with me,” I say as I rotate my hips. He stands and walks over to me like I'm his drunk great aunt asking him to dance with her at his own prom. He lets me take his hand and wrap it around my waist. I clasp his other hand around mine and start moving to the side. He finds the beat, but god he's terrible. “Can you dance?” I askhim.
“I made it to fifth place in the town square dance last year. Does thatcount?”
“Sure doesn't. How about this? Hold still.” I drop his hand, and then spin around andstart
rubbing my ass against his crotch. His hands automatically go to my hips. I don’t stop him. “How’s that?” I say as I drop down to the floor then roll my ass up the length of his thighs. I feel his erection growing when I press back against him. His hands go right back to my hips, but he doesn’t answer me. I spin around and drape my arms over his shoulder. I press my crotch against his thigh and I can definitely feel how turned on he is now. He looks at me, his mouth hanging open a little, but he still doesn’tspeak.
“Is this better than square dancing?” Iask.
“I want to make that sex tapenow.”
“Oh yeah?” I wiggle out of his grip and slink back into a squatting position. My face is not even an inch away from the tent in his basketball shorts. I slowly slide back up his body, rubbing my tits all over him. “What about the rest of the game? This half time brought to you by American Express won’t last forever,” I ask as I drape my arms back over his shoulders. He wraps his arms around me so I can’t wiggle away again. I feel trapped, but I likeit.
“I don’t care about thegame.”
“Okay, well, what do you want to do in this sextape?”
He’s quiet again before he answers. I watch his tongue slink out and wet his bottom lip. I’m going to make him eat my pussy again for sure. “I want you to be in charge of that,” hesays.
“Oh, doyou?”
“How many more hours do we have to log before we reach true gender equality?” he says with a straight face, and I can’t help butsnort.
“I don’t know, honey. Lots of hours.Lots.”
“I want to get started now. I want youagain.”
I stop moving and slip my hand inside of his basketball shorts. I watch his face as I wrap my fingers around his cock. Or at least I try to wrap my fingers around him. The size of him seriously shocks me every time. The lust inside me gathers like a ball in my throat and I have to swallow it down so I can breathe. I start to stroke him. A drop of precum smears against the inside my wrist and my pussy swells in response. His eyelids almost close, but I can see that he’s still looking at me. He’s watching mymouth.
“You’re thinking about me sucking your cock aren’tyou?”
“No,” he says. “I’m thinking about fucking youagain.”
“I think we’ll have the best lighting in yourbedroom.”
“Okay,” he says, but he doesn’t move. Not that he can—my hand is still moving up and down inside his pants. I keep stroking him, up and down, over and over, until I feel him jerk in my grasp. I’ve tortured him enough. I pull my hand out of his shorts and reach around him for myphone.
“Let’sgo.”
Thirteen
IleadSilas into the bedroom and tell him to close the door behind us. The dogs are still outside and I don't want any interruptions if they come looking for us. I set up my laptop on top of the dresser. The angle isn't wide enough to get the whole bedroom, but it's enough to capture the bed. The air conditioning is a must and I don't know what it'll do to the sound quality, but the light coming through the white curtains is pretty perfect. I hitrecord.
“Go stand right there,” I tell Silas, pointing to the foot of the bed. He goes right to the spot I indicated and waits for his next set of instructions. I organize the pillows against the headboard, then watch Silas as he watches me reach under my dress and pull off my underwear. I'm so wet the satin fabric is soaked through. I think about teasing Silas with them, but I'm too turned on to wait any longer. I’ll tease him after Icome.
