But we weren’t leaping to action. I peeled off my leggings, taking them down but stepping back into my heels. Not much looked hotter to a guy than a tight body in heels and lingerie, and the set I’d put on earlier was hot as hell, lilac daisies on the scantiest lace, covering the important areas. But only just. Perfectly scandalous.
If I also looked good for the camera, I didn’t care. I needed Tyler to see.
I brushed my fingers into his hair, his head at the edge of the bed where I stood over him. “Open your eyes.”
His grey-eyed gaze was mine once more, his expression one of deep need as he stared up. I ran my touch down a bulky, rounded shoulder, warmed through by the need coming off him.
“Bet you want to put your hands on me. Do you want to kiss my belly?”
If he turned his head and rose a little, it was right there.
Tyler swallowed.
“Or bury your tongue under the flower on my bikini bottoms?”
His breathing stuttered.
I knelt on the bed, giving the camera a view of my ass, then angled to not obscure the view of landing my lips on his dick.
I kissed him there, stripping his shorts away altogether. He bucked and gave up a deep sound of pleasure.
“How hard would you drive into me if I let you?” I teased.
Another kiss on his shaft.
“Say it. I want to hear that you need it.”
His lips parted over a breath that was all need. “So badly.”
God, this felt good. I was back in my power, doing what I wanted with the only man I ever wanted to again. But the eyes on me, the camera view, that tipped it over to something else. Hot and urgent, as if the hundreds who could’ve tuned in needed us to fuck like nothing they’d ever wanted before.
Fresh heat rinsed me.
I took Tyler’s dick in my mouth and sucked. He fisted the sheets, not hiding his sounds of desire at how I tormented him. Building him up, slowing down when he panted.
He was so hard in my mouth, but I knew he wouldn’t come. No matter how long I kept this up. And I couldn’t ignore the pulse between my legs anymore. I needed him there.
I came off him. “What would you give to touch me?”
“Anything,” he growled.
“You have permission.”
Tyler lurched up from the bed, a beast released. He cupped my head and kissed me, furiously, feverish. God, his mouth. I loved his kiss.
He swung off the mattress to stand on the floor. “Kneel up.”
I liked him giving the orders. I fronted up to him at the edge of the bed.
He smiled, his vision hazy. “Widen those knees.”
I obeyed, my chest forward, my breathing shaky.
Tyler ran his teeth over his lower lip. “Did sucking my dick get you wet?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
But he didn’t go straight for the prize. My boy held my waist and kissed me again, then travelled his hot mouth all over my skin. My throat. My shoulder. My breasts, though he didn’t move my bra. It was a love-in. A worship with soft touches and praise given so quietly it could only be for me.
