“Do you have one? Tate Whitlock, did you plan this?” I accused.
“Yes and No. I mean, I’ve been wanting to do this with you for a while. But I didn’t go out and buy the equipment for it or anything.” He scrunched up his face in thought for a moment and then perked up. He went over to his overnight bag on the floor and dug through it, pulling out his tablet. “Do you still have that stand for it?”
“I do!” I said. I scooted off the bed and hurried to go get it from the kitchen. It wasn’t a tall one, but we could put it on something tall and it would do the trick.
“This is perfect. I can move this around as we want it. But we’ll start it here.” He put the tablet on its stand about six feet away from the head of the bed. I stood next to him as we stared at the large frame, wrapped in silk sheets, inviting us to play. This was it. We had the music, the lighting, and the camera. There wasn’t anything left to stall us from exposing ourselves to the world in our most vulnerable states. Even if no one were to actually see it, the thrill mixed with terror was still very much there.
He pulled his phone out of his jeans and tapped the screen quickly. The song changed from Whitesnake to Lita Ford and then settled on Ozzy. He turned the volume down so it played at a low, comfortable level. He returned to me and the tablet, setting the phone on my bedside table.
“Alright, go get on the bed.” Tate swatted my bottom. He stood behind the tablet as I did so. I watched him push a button on the screen, indicating that we were now filming. My heart sped up three-fold. Oh my God. We were doing this.
“Your chest is heaving. Are you nervous?” His voice was teasing more than concerned. He gave me a wink and I smiled, trying my hardest to relax. I pressed my lips together tightly and nodded.
“You want to tell the camera your name?”
“Jimmy,” I whispered. My voice was so tiny I doubted he heard me. I barely heard me.
“What was that doll? Tell the world your name.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered him louder.
“My name is Jimmy.”
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
I shook my head.
“That’s okay. Everyone’s scared when they first start out. We can go as slow as you want. Is there anything you want to do tonight in specific?”
“You,” I said, a giggle escaping my lips. He laughed too, and then came around the bed, sitting beside me.
“All in good time. Baby steps. Why don’t you show me how much you want me? Get rid of all these layers,” he said. Hesitantly, my hands went to the bottom of my shirt. My fingers trembled as his hands settled on my thighs. He looked at me with one raised brow, urging me to take it off. Slowly, I did so.
“What about this?” he whispered, tugging on my skirt. I sat up on my knees and reached around to unzip it. Tate then put his hands on my hips and helped me lower and remove it, leaving me in just my bra and panties. Thankfully, I was in the set that he had bought me for our first phone encounter. It made me feel confident and incredibly sexy.
“Mm, you dress like this all the time? Or did you know I was going to fuck you to oblivion tonight?” He leaned forward and tilted my head so he could kiss my bare neck. I groaned as he sucked the sensitive skin and reached in between my legs to began stroking my core over my panties.
“You’ve already soaked through these. Naughty girl, I wanted you to wait for me before you got all riled up,” he said, glancing at the camera. I looked too, but only for a moment. I needed to forget it was there entirely. That was the only way I was going to relax and fully enjoy this new experience.
“Spread your legs and sit up on your knees,” he ordered. I blinked at how firm he was. I was about to protest, but something about how he commanded the room was so fucking hot I shut my mouth and did as told. I was now facing the camera head on. My stomach lurched with nervousness.
Tate scooted further onto the bed and suddenly his hand was no longer tracing the lines of my panties but dipping under the fabric. His fingers expertly found my bud and he began rubbing my slickness over it. I groaned and closed my eyes again as his other hand went to my breast and began kneading it over the bra.
“You look so fucking sexy right now. That face you make when I’m stroking your clit is incredible.” He stopped talking and began feverishly kissing, sucking, and nibbling on my neck and shoulder. Sweet shivers went through my body in waves as his lips and fingers attacked me in all the ways I craved.
He removed his hand from my chest and brought it to my back. Before I could protest, he unclipped my bra and my breasts were free. I quickly grabbed for it with a slight squeal. I pressed it tightly to my chest.
“Nuh uh, come on. Drop your hands baby.” His voice was so smooth and calming it only took a few extra words of coaxing to get me to do as told. I let go of the bra and lowered my arms, exposing my bare chest to the camera. Tate let me do so for only a moment before shifting his body to take a nipple into his mouth. I gasped as his tongue swirled around and he gently nipped at the tender area.
He returned to massaging me over the panties between my legs as he sucked on my breasts. I squirmed and tried to steady my breathing but alas, I couldn’t control how my body was reacting to all of this. Finally, he stopped, and I popped my eyes open. He chuckled low at my reaction. He climbed off the bed and removed his pants and underwear with no real fanfare. I was slightly disappointed but the sight of him in his full glory was enough to forget about something so trivial.
He reached for the bedside table and pulled out the drawer, grabbing a condom and tossing it onto the mattress. He climbed back onto the bed with me. We sat next to each other for a moment. My eyes going from his face to the camera, to his groin, back up to his face.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” he smirked. I nodded eagerly. He put his hands back to give me better access to his eager member. I reached out and began stroking it. He hissed as I sped up after only a few strokes. I then bent down in preparation of taking him into my mouth, but he stopped me.
He got back up and grabbed the tablet, bringing it to the bed. He laid down, his head at the top of the bed. I sat there for a moment, my nerves going haywire. He grinned at me and motioned for me to move between his legs. I did so and he lifted the tablet to his face. He pushed play again.
“You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you? Having your hands on me wasn’t enough?”
