“I like the way you say my name, Ginny,” he replied, a whisper and a roar in my ear all at once.
I shoved my hips back against him, and felt his crotch against my ass cheeks. He was still wearing jeans, but the angle and his fingers inside me made it feel like he was making love to me in the prone position, driving into me over and over.
Finally, the warmth of his chest left my back as he slid down the bed. He elbowed my thighs wider, and used his free hand to pull apart my ass cheek. When his tongue gently lapped against my clit, I sucked in my breath with surprise. The pleasure was intense and sudden, a dial in my nerve endings being turned up to eleven. His fingers continued pistoning inside of me as his mouth focused on the new task, sucking my entire clit between his lips and nibbling on it with just the slightest amount of pressure.
I was a goner from that point, a snowball rolling down a mountain and collecting momentum. I wasn’t thinking about the camera that was rolling, or the best angle to be filmed from, or the reason we were doing this in the first place. All that passed through my mind were his tongue circling my clit, his fingers rubbing my G-spot, and the way his cheek rubbed against my inner thigh.
My gasps became urgent, like a woman who was hyperventilating. I arched my back and reached behind me to grab his head, holding him against my quivering sex as my world exploded with pleasure. I heard—and felt—him moaning into my pussy, sharing in my climax as I was destroyed and recreated again beneath his expert touch.
14
Ginny
I was used to orgasming for the camera. A lot of girls faked their orgasms when they were putting on a show, but most of mine were real. But still, they wereforced, something I dragged my cooperating lady parts toward in spite of the awkward situation. Knowing that I was being watched by countless viewers certainly heightened the sexual pleasure, but it was still something I knew I was doing for the camera, with an end goal in mind.
This was different. It was natural. It waspowerful. I was a melted puddle of womanly essence underneath Kai’s sexual control. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d experienced a release thatintense.
Slowly, his fingers left me. But his mouth remained in the area, softly kissing my wet entrance, and my inner thighs, and then kissing their way up my ass cheek. He covered me with his body and brushed his lips against the back of my neck, and a happy noise rumbled up from his throat.
“Enjoyed that?” he asked.
I snorted with laughter. “Is that a joke? Do you really not know if Ienjoyedthat?”
He lowered himself to the bed next to me and propped his head up with a fist. “Oh, I know. But I want to hear you say it.”
“I think I came harder than I ever have in my life,” I said. “And I’ve got a closet full of dildos, vibrators, and other sex toys.”
Kai gave me a boyish grin, and I couldn’t help but kiss him. I felt strangely comfortable with him in the afterglow of sexual release. I’d never had a one-night stand before. I had always adhered to the three-date rule, despite my foray into OnlyFans work. But it wasn’t weird. It was natural.
It was perfect.
“So, what do you do when you’re not giving amazing orgasms on camera?” I asked.
“Can’t tell you.”
“Oh, is it a secret? Like, you’re James Bond or something?”
“No,” he said simply. “But that’s against my policy. I try not to mix my real life and…thislife.”
“Oh. Crap! I’m sorry for asking, I wasn’t trying to—”
He gave me a soft kiss. “It’s fine. Just setting boundaries now.”
“Fair enough.” My closet was open behind Kai, and I let out a soft curse.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I wasn’t wearing my wig,” I said. “We can’t use any of that footage.”
“Damn,” he said, though it was obvious he wasn’t upset. “I guess we’ll have to do it all over again.”
I giggled, and he brushed my hair over one ear while studying my face. He was just as beautiful from a few inches away than he was normally. He had a few freckles on his cheeks that I hadn’t noticed. His eyelashes were long. His eyes weren’t just green—they were a softer color, like sage. I admired the striations in his irises, and he blinked at me.
“To be totally honest with you, I thought about the wig when I was first giving you the massage,” he said. “But I wanted this to just be for you. Just the two of us. To make sure we have sexual chemistry together. I wouldn’t want to work with someone who can’t allow herself to totally, completely relax with me.”
“Then why did you let me turn the camera on?” I asked.
“Because I wanted you to record it.”