Dad shook his head and launched into a rant about being self-sufficient. But I saw Mom glance in my direction. She would take my money and hide it from Dad, if need be. His pride didn’t need to take another hit.
It’s only temporary, I thought.Until I buy a house for all of us.
When I got home, I took a long bath. That helped me relax and forget all about everything with my parents. When Kai came over, he looked as suave and sexy as always. But he had a backpack with him.
“I brought goodies,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows. “What kind of goodies? Snacks?”
His smile faltered. “Not that kind of goodies. The kind that…”
“For the videos?”
“Yup. If I had known you wanted snacks I would have brought some.”
“I don’t actually want snacks. I try not to feel too bloated before I film.”
“Next time I’ll bring some forafterfilming,” he said.
“Now you’re talking!”
I was keenly aware of the way Kai looked at me as we went into the bedroom and prepared for our scene. His eyes ran over my body like a soft caress while I changed into some lingerie, donned my wig, and put on some cherry red lipstick to match. I was transfixed by his emerald gaze as we joined together on the bed, gently touching and warming ourselves up with light kissing. He ran his palms over my smooth skin as if he was feeling me for the first time.
“Hit record,” he breathed into my neck.
Once the camera was rolling, he grabbed my hips, laid back on the bed, and pulled me so that I was sitting on his face. I sighed as he ate me out from underneath, long strokes with his tongue up and down my slick entrance. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and held me against him, keeping me from leaning forward to complete the sixty-nine position with his cock. I settled for stroking him with my fingers, and even that was enough to make him moan into my pussy as he devoured me.
Kai knew exactly how to make me come by this point, and tonight was no exception. But it was a small orgasm. I was still too nervous about tonight, and couldn’t turn my brain off and just enjoy what we were doing.
“You need to relax,” he told me when I had climbed off of him.
“I know,” I replied. “I’m trying. I guess I have stage fright.”
“It’s okay. I know what you need.”
He rolled me over onto my side, so that we were facing each other. My back was toward the camera. Kai raised my leg up and guided his cock inside my drenched lower lips. I kept waiting for more, waiting for him to break out his bag of toys, but he didn’t. He simply kissed me, and rolled his body against mine as we made love slowly.
As his movements quickened, he grabbed my ass and pulled me toward him. Squeezing me with desire. I moaned louder as he fucked me from this angle, pulling me into him with every stroke, arm tense and flexed for my view and for the camera.
And as he readjusted his grip, he licked his finger, then reached a little bit further.
I felt his middle finger at my backdoor, slick with his saliva. He was still fucking me steadily, and it felt sogoodthat I didn’t care what else happened, as long as his cock kept driving into me. His fingertips circled my forbidden entrance, coating it, before sliding inside. Not a lot—just the first knuckle. And it wasn’t so bad. In fact, it felt reallygoodpaired with everything else going on.
And then Kai was pulling out and kneeling above me for the grand finale. I grabbed his cock and stroked him with practiced fingers as he erupted all over my chest, ropes of come that coated my skin like a freaking cupcake. And when he finally stopped trembling in my fingers, I rubbed his head around my nipple, coating it with his seed.
We quickly cleaned up and made a wardrobe change. While I was getting dressed in the closet, I called out, “So do I get to see what toys you brought?”
The reply from my bedroom came after a long pause. “When you go to the doctor, do you like to see the needle before they stick you?”
“These metaphors arenothelping me relax!”
“I’ll take that as a no—oh, wow.” Kai whistled when he saw the corset and garters I was now wearing.
“You like?”
“I like seeing you wrapped up in different outfits,” he said as I spun around to give him the full view. “I’m already hard enough to start our next scene. Goddamn.”
“I think I’m ready, too.”