"Even so," I say.
"Europe in the summer? It's romantic. If there's any inkling…"
"Nonstop sex?"
"Basically." She groans as I slip my hand up her thigh. "Tricky."
"Yeah, baby?" I press my lips to her neck.
"This isn't the position."
"It could be." I motion to the camera. "We're set up for a video call."
"But there isn't a view of the action," she says.
"Bad girl," I say.
She arches into me. "You'd rather capture this angle?"
"Yeah."
"Our faces?"
I nod into her neck.
Her eyes flutter closed. "Okay."
"You sure?"
"Yes." She arches into me again. "Are we recording?"
"Not yet." I keep my hand on her thigh. "Are you ready?"
"Less talking. More this—" She wraps her fingers around my wrist and slides my hand up her thigh.
I nod into her neck and turn the camera on.
She stares at her reflection as I press the record button.
Her cheeks flush.
Mine do too.
This is only for us, sure, but it's a lot more than we've ever shared.
The two of us, together, our faces clearly visible.
It's more intimate this way.
More revealing.
Infinitely more terrifying.
Yes, I want to take the full body video too. Hell, I want the close-up of me driving into her again and again.
But I want this more.
I want her more than I've ever wanted anything.