“Is that how it is? Well how about this for starters. You stand up and show me that entire sexy number you put on for me tonight. Give me the full view and maybe I’ll think about showing you more.”
I lick my lips and sit up. “Fair enough.” I back up so I can see his face as I stand in the center of the room with my hands on my hips.
“Show me,” his voice drops to a lower timber that instantly has me shifting my legs together to create a bit of friction where I need it most.
I pick up the flaps of the satin covering my stomach and gift him an even better view of the panties and my belly.
“Come closer to the camera. I want to see those panties.”
Inhaling full and deep, I sashay closer, so the entire screen reflects my lace-covered sex.
“Christ, are you shaved?”
“Guess you’ll have to find out.” And on that note, I slowly spin around. When I do, I know the exact second he can see my bare ass.
Feeling emboldened, I shimmy my hips.
“Fuck me, you have an incredible ass. I want to take a bite out of it like a juicy peach. Jesus, Sadie, you undo me.”
I glance over my shoulder at the camera and see he already has a hand down his briefs. His hand is moving back and forth under the fabric in a vulgar display that makes me hot and bothered instantly. Heat and excitement ribbons through my body and settles hotly between my thighs.
“Remove the shorts, buddy, and I’ll take off my top,” I barter.
Instantly he shoves down his underwear and the prettiest, thickest cock greets me. Above average in size and length with a wide knobbed crown that I want so badly to put my lips on. I’ll bet it’s the softest skin I’ll ever touch.
“Wow, you are packing something nice there.” My voice shakes as I watch him encircle the head with his thumb and spread moisture all over the tip.
I moan and bite into my bottom lip.
“Your top. Take it off. Right fucking now.” His voice isn’t a request. It’s a demand, and so fucking hot gooseflesh rises on the surface of my skin.
Wanting to make this good for him, I slide my hands up to my breasts and palm them. Then I pull the lace down to expose them for his viewing pleasure.
“I knew they were beautiful, but damn baby—those are some stellar tits. I’d suck on them for so long you’d come without me even touching your pussy. Pluck and pinch the tips for me.”
I do so and cry out at the beauty spearing through my body. Arousal is coating my thighs and I rub them together while playing with my breasts.
“Top, baby.”
I lift the cami over my head and toss it behind me.
“Get on the bed on your side like you were before but push the laptop back so I can see most of you.”
Blindly I follow whatever he says to do. I’m so turned on I can hardly think about anything other than getting off and watching him do the same. “God, Evan, your body is insane. I want to run my hands and mouth all over you.”
“I want that more than anything too. Take off your panties.”
I close my eyes and just do it. I want this too much. Quick as possible, I push the lace down my hips and legs then kick them to the end of the bed. I don’t allow any preconceived notions or pesky insecurities to take me out of the moment. I want to enjoy every second of this experience.
“Sadie, baby, look at me.” His voice is ravaged and so deep I swear I can feel it weave through me like a physical caress. Tantalizing and exotic.
I open my eyes to gaze into his. They are dilated and far darker than they usually are.
“Sadie, you are stunning. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful or perfect for me than you. From the top of your golden hair to the tips of your painted toes. You are gorgeous and I can’t wait to worship you in person in a few more days.”
His words fill me with such desire I can’t help but run my hand down over my breasts and to my wet flesh.
He groans at the move. “Keep going. You’re so fucking hot. Open your top leg to the side so I can see what you’re doing between those thighs.” He bites into his bottom lip the second I open my leg and give him a nice side view of my sex. “Fuck, yeah. Touch yourself.”
I watch him drag his large hand up his thick length. He seems to be gripping far harder than I would and straining into each thrust. So sinfully wicked.
With him as my visual guide, I ease my fingers over my clit, twirling around the sensitive bud until I’m crying out in pleasure.