“I am not,” I feign offense.
“‘Harder, Easton. Harder!’ Who the hell do you think you’re fooling? Well…my dirty girl, on with it.”
“You realize you’ve been ordering me around a lot today, right?”
“Sorry, I would just really love to see if there’s a girdle under there.”
“Just for that, show’s over.”
“Baby, please,” he murmurs before giving me Puss in Boots eyes. “I’ll play nice.”
“Jesus, you can be a manipulative shit at times.”
“But it’s about to pay off, right?” His lips twist in an infuriating smirk. “Come on, Beauty, it’s been too long.” His voice heats. “I need to see what’s mine.”
Careful to keep my ridiculous cap out of view, I slowly unsnap my robe to reveal myself wearing nothing but a black cami and hip-hugging black panties.
“Fuck me,” he groans, “had to go there, didn’t you?”
“It’s not exactly lingerie.”
“Tell that to my cock because he’s weeping.”
My neck heats as I quickly slip into bed.
“Hell no, you can’t do that. Tease.”
Plucking my phone from the nightstand, I bring it to eye level, ensuring my cap is still out of view as Easton lifts his chin in prompt. “A little more? For my cock’s sake?”
Lowering the sheets, I reveal the cleavage poking above the top of my cami.
“Better, but not nearly enough.”
Anxious, but too entranced by the heat in his voice, I manage to wiggle out of my panties while holding the phone. I lift them into view for him to see before tossing them next to me on the bed.
His eyes instantly heat as he speaks up in a throaty whisper. “More.”
“Easton,” I protest, skin flushing.
“Show me,” he demands, shifting to rest his back against his headboard.
“You first,” I tease.
In the next second, I’m graced with the sight of his ripped torso, and the small line of dark hair sprinkled along his navel before he lowers his boxers an inch, revealing the glistening head of his cock.
“More,” I urge, my mouth watering as he slides his briefs down slowly to reveal his long, thick dick that is currently standing at rapt attention. Filling his hand, he pumps himself once before turning the camera away and jerking his chin.
“Your turn.”
Eyes roaming his face, I lower my cami giving him a brief peek-a-boo of my hardening nipples.
“Jesus,” he murmurs. “A little more.”
“Are we really about to do this?” I giggle nervously.
“Have you ever?” He asks, his voice strained.
“I’ve tried, but honestly, it was so lame I didn’t finish,” I confess. “So yes and no.”
“I love that I’ll be the first to make you come.”
“I do, too. You are a first for so many things already, Easton,” I admit, lifting the phone to my face, heart pounding.
His tone softens in response. “Like what?”
I shake my head. “I’ll tell you when we’re together.”
“Really? You going to hold out on me?”
“Yeah.”
“All right, I’m going to get it out of you, bet. Now, let me help you come.”
“Okay,” I say, raking my lip as we stare at each other for several seconds, the ever-present pull palpable as I lose myself in the look in his eyes. Certain he can see the arousal building on my face, he bites his lip and slowly releases it.
“I’m so fucking hard for you already.”
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
“All of it,” he pants, pumping his cock again.
“Easton—” I breathe as he lowers the camera giving me the most amazing view. “I’m aching so bad right now,” I whisper, hearing the need in my voice.
“Will you let me see more of you?”
“Okay, but promise me, no screenshots.”
“Not fucking ever,” he says with a dangerous edge. “Are you wet?”
“Very.”
“Spread your legs,” he commands with little restraint, “show me.”
I do and am instantly rewarded with an answering groan. On fire and anxious to earn more of them, I lower the camera further, spreading myself with my free hand before drawing my wetness up to my clit.
“Jesus. Fuck, Beauty,” he pants. “Now suck those fingers,” he orders gruffly, “like you would suck me.”