It’s like the world is melting around me and once again, it's just him and I.
“Tommy,” I call out at the sound guy who is still at his post. “Can you play something with a bass?”
He nods to me and pushes a few buttons. The instrumentals to something that sounds kind of like hip-hop comes on.
But Tommy’s gone from my head now. I mean, so is everyone else. I’m staring at Ethan and from the corner of the room as he walks closer, I know he’s staring at me on the bed.
All of a sudden, my body is moving to the slow cadence of the music and I want nothing more than for Ethan to come join me on the bed.
I crawl over toward the bed, bending my body lower, hoping he gets a view of my ti
ts as they hang. They’re starting to feel really sexy in this bra.
Ethan walks closer and I can see him now more clearly.
He’s wearing a shirt that's hugging him like a second skin. You can see his pecs; they’re bulging. His biceps are rippling. He could easily lift me and hold me up if he wanted to and not break a sweat.
He could use me as a sex toy, I think to myself.
I mean, don’t you think that, when you look at him on the cover?
Just lifting you up?
You’d spread your legs for him. He’d maneuver you like a sex object. Use the entrance to your pussy to rub the head of his cock around a bit.
Oh yeah. Just imagining the tip of his cock against my pussy lips is getting me hot.
I love it.
I bring a hand back, running it over my ass cheek until it gets to the thin layer of fabric that’s covering my pussy lips.
Maybe someone says something to me, but I don't care whose watching because I take a finger and start to rub my folds. It feels good.
I feel like I’m in heat. I close my eyes and arch my back, imagining Ethan’s tongue running along me. From my pussy to my crack.
That’s right. Like the song.
Lick it hard. Lick it good. Just like he should.
I shudder as I feel warmth flood my body.
God, I want to fuck him so bad.
I’m writhing on the bed all of a sudden. I don’t know how or why, but I’m on my back.
My fingers go under the waistband of my thong and I run one finger over my clit now.
That feels too good.
If I keep doing this I’m going to…
“Cut!” I hear the photography director yell. Followed immediately by, “Brittney, I don't know where that came from babe, but it was scorching!”
The world starts to intrude on my haze of lust at this point and I look around.
Ethan’s standing there, maybe ten feet away.
I guess the people were filming the whole time.