“Am I your man?” I asked, still teasing.
“Yes!” she cried out and I pummelled her again with my cock. “You are my man. And I need my man to fuck me, right now.”
I moved slowly in and out of her as I began slowly massaging circles around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to her sensitive bundle. I felt her muscles constrict and felt the shudder of her orgasm. I wanted to follow her over the edge but there was more that I needed to do to pleasure her before we could both be finished.
Slowly I continued to pump in and out. I took one finger and moistened it in my mouth before slowly moving it towards her other hole. I hesitated slightly against it and then I heard her whisper, “yes.” So, I gently pushed inside her with my finger. Her body tensed at first and then relaxed.
I began to push in and out in rhythm with the movement of our hips, still circling her clit with my other hand. She moaned in response to the motion, and I knew that she wouldn’t last much longer. All at once, I felt her begin to tighten around my dick, this time pushing me towards my own release and with one final push we both came in a wave of passion. She collapsed instantly on the bed and rolled over to look at me.
“We’re going to need to do something like that again,” she said with a sultry smile.
“Oh, I have some more ideas for us,” I agreed.
“You and I, us, or all of us, us?” she asked meekly.
“That my dear, is entirely up to you,” I leaned over her and gently kissed her lips. “It’s always up to you.”
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We considered another round but then I received a text letting me know that I was expected back on set in twenty minutes. Tinsley and I quickly showered and redressed trying not to look like we’d just fucked each other silly in my trailer.
Tinsley was so freaking incredible. It was more than just sex with her. She took care of people and not just the people she cared about. I saw how hard she worked for even people that wronged her. How had I gotten so lucky to have her as a part of my life? She was like a gift sent straight from my grandmother.
“Thanks for helping me work off that tension,” I said shyly as we left my trailer.
“I’m just trying to think of ways to get you fired up, so we have an excuse to do that all again,” she said teasing. She looked at me with a smile that sunk all the way to my bones. She was such an incredible woman.
“I really mean it, Tins. I appreciate you being there,” I said.
“Anytime.”
As we made our way back to set, we ran into Adrienne who looked at us with an expression that showed that she knew exactly what we had just been up to.
“Why don’t you go ahead?” Tinsley said. “Adrienne and I are going to go grab a quick coffee.”
“Sure thing Tins,” I said and watched the two of them wander away in a fit of giggles and hushed tones.
Damn, what a woman!If that’s what fighting and making up with Tinsley looked like, I couldn’t wait for our next big blowout.
10
RYAN
I hated press junket days. They were filled with one boring interview after another. Monotony at its finest. Sometimes I was lucky enough to be paired with another cast member to interview with but today they had me flying solo and I was ready to jump off a cliff.
This was the part of “fame” that drove me crazy. I was literally going to spend the whole day being asked the exact same questions by a hundred different media outlets. I was going to give the same answer every time, why couldn’t they just compare notes? I knew me and I was not that interesting.
I hadn’t even gotten to see Tinsley yet. She was half the reason I had looked forward to this day. I knew that press equaled PR and PR equaled Tinsley. But she’d been MIA most of the morning. Probably dealing with some more Lee drama.
I swear that guy was like a ticking time bomb. Michael had told me what a jerk he had been the other day with one of the extras. That kind of thing maybe used to fly with the film industry back in the day but he had no right to treat women like that anymore.
I was so tired of hearing about him objectifying women. And I hated the way he interacted with Tinsley. It was like from day one he’d had a major bone to pick with her. I couldn’t figure out why he’d decided the fact that the studio didn’t trust him became Tinsley’s fault. He should have taken it up with the studio head directly.
Just before noon, I was awaiting my final interview of the morning when Tinsley walked in. She was wearing a jade green sundress that looked like it had been created just for her body. I felt a twitch in my pants and urged myself to keep it professional. The last thing I needed was for a reporter to come in to find me sporting a semi.
“Hey there,” I said as I stood and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey yourself,” she replied sexily. “Sorry I wasn’t here earlier. Apparently, Lee is “sick” today. AKA nursing a hangover. And it's taken me all morning to get his interviews rescheduled with everyone.”