Her clit was teased as he plunged his finger in and out. “I-I thought men didn’t like to talk in bed,” she managed around a whimper.
While Hunter continued to ply her swollen bud, his other hand went to work on the buttons of her blouse. “That doesn’t pertain to fantasy talk. Tell me what you want from me, sweetness.”
Jeanet
te’s breathing turned rapid, her temperature spiking as Hunter undid the last button of her blouse. “I’m not very imaginative, but there was one fantasy…” Her words trailed off as he pushed his hand inside her bra and cupped her breast.
“Go on,” he murmured. “Tell me your naughty little secrets, sweetheart.”
Attempting to form sentences wasn’t easy with Hunter’s fingers teasing her beyond reason. “I have this one fantasy where we masturbate together.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “We’re sitting across from each other, not touching, you’re watching me as I play with my pussy. You’re stroking your cock.”
Hunter nibbled her earlobe and slipped two fingers into her tight passage. “I like your fantasy very much, baby, but how about we modify it just a touch.”
“Hunter, you’re driving me crazy,” she moaned.
He pulled his fingers free, then sank them deep once more, finger-fucking her. “My cock wants to feel this hot little cunt, Jeanette. I’m so close to coming in my jeans right now it’s not even funny.”
“Then stop playing and take off your clothes,” she begged, shameless in her passion.
Hunter cursed and removed his fingers, then placed them against her lips. “Suck them,” he ordered.
Helpless to deny either of them in that moment, Jeanette opened her mouth. Hunter slid his fingers over her tongue and she closed her lips, sucking the digits clean.
Hunter’s arm tightened around her. “Damn, that’s sexy. Such a sweet little baby.”
Jeanette moved on his lap, sliding back and forth over his hard cock as her tongue flicked back and forth over his fingers. But the feel of his heavy cock and powerful thighs beneath her bottom was simply too much temptation. She whimpered.
Hunter slid his arm beneath her legs and lifted her off his lap and onto the bed beside him. “Clothes,” he explained as he started to push her shirt off. She clutched his T-shirt and tugged upward, revealing the smooth, hard abs and powerful chest she’d admired earlier. Within seconds they were naked, Hunter towering over her. “Have you ever let a lover videotape you?”
Her eyes shot wide. “No. No way.” The mere thought of the wide expanse of her backside being on camera was like a dash of ice water.
Hunter’s gaze narrowed. “Is this about the pear thing you mentioned earlier?”
“Yes.” She bit out, her stomach churning just thinking about it. “I definitely don’t want to see my butt on tape.”
Hunter planted his hands on the bed beside her hips, fire in his eyes. “I thought I made it clear your ass is perfect the way it is.”
“You did, but—”
“Why do you think I’ve been itching to play with it for the last six months?”
She glared at him. “You must need glasses, Hunter, that’s all I can think.”
“I don’t need glasses to know I want to fuck that hot little butt of yours. To spank it until your flesh tingles. I want to fill your tight little asshole with my come, Jeanette. It’s all I can think about.”
Her clit throbbed as the taboo images filled her mind. “Anal sex?”
“Christ, yeah.” His deep voice fueled the fire building in her soul. “First, I want to watch you masturbate like you talked about, but I want to do it behind a video camera. Is that so scary, baby?”
Not the way he put it. Suddenly she wondered how far she could push Hunter. Could she, the shy wallflower, drive a man like Hunter wild with lust simply by playing to his camera? “As long as I can stay on my back,” she finally relented. “And we have to destroy the tape afterward.”
One eyebrow kicked up. “Destroy it?”
She nodded, firm on this one point. “It would be appalling if it ended up in the wrong hands.”
His head snapped back as if she’d slapped him. “You think I’m going to put it up on the Internet?”
She lifted her hand to his chest, flattening her palm over his left pectoral, directly over his heart. “No, of course not,” she said softly, “but it still pays to be careful.”