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‘Play with yourself while I feast.’
My jaw drops. He grunts a laugh and kisses me. His hands cover mine, pushing my fingers to pinch my tight nipples. I’m already hot from having him at my mercy only minutes ago. From feeling him pump into my mouth. But now I’m his plaything and I obey.
‘Good girl.’
I gasp as that edge of arousal sharpens.
He tugs my bikini bottoms. I quickly wriggle to help him. I’m so eager I ought to be embarrassed but he just praises me again and I liquefy on the counter before him. He drags his hot open mouth down my body—from plundering my mouth, to suck my neck and down my sternum—a direct line down my centre until he hits that sensitive part of me. He’s not merciful. He’s avaricious. He wants all of me—my absolute surrender. He laughs as I writhe, desperate for the release he withholds from me. His fingers flicker and invade, filling the aching void inside me while his tongue teases—rewarding me.
The convulsions overwhelm me almost instantly—wave after wave of an exquisitely intense orgasm that goes on for a mind-blowingly long time. I try to slow my breath. It doesn’t work.
‘You don’t think you’re done, do you?’ He teases a finger up the inside of my thigh.
My mouth feels tender but I manage to smile at him. He sweeps my mussed-up hair from my face and smiles back. He’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He’s hard again and just like that I’m ready again too. He pulls me so I’m on the edge of the counter and presses close. I cry out with guttural completion as he fills me. His powerful thrusts almost shunt me away from him. He grunts and tightens his arm around my waist to hold me closer and closer as he rams more deeply inside me. I curl my legs around his hips to help—to lock him to me. It’s hot and fast and we’re both slick so we clutch each other even harder and it’s like nothing ever. I’m barely on the counter, he’s taking almost all my weight and its so, so good that in the end all I can do is scream in supreme satisfaction.
It takes an age for me to blink my way back to reality. I turn my head to rest it on his sweat-slicked shoulder and that’s when I see the tripod. And the little red light. Flashing.
‘Oh!’ I gasp. ‘Oh, no!’
‘What’s wrong?’ He eases away enough to look into my face.
I push him further so there’s enough space that I can slip down from the counter. ‘I’m still filming,’ I mutter.
‘What?’ His eyes widen. ‘You’re what?’
‘The cameras. They’re on.’
He freezes. ‘Not live streaming?’
Panic washes over me as I double-check. ‘No.’ Relief is instant. ‘No.’ I stop the recording and release a shaky breath. ‘Just recording.’
But that’s bad enough. I flush from the top of my scalp to the tips of my toes. The things these cameras have just seen? Dain will be horrified.
But his mouth twitches as he watches me press my hands to my hot forehead. ‘Have we inadvertently made our own movie?’ He cocks his head. ‘You should see your face right now...’
Yep, I bet. I’m an enormous beetroot.
Both cameras were filming as I worked on my latte art and then I saw him and just got distracted and all that time when we were on the bench doing...very adult things...there was a camera filming. Two cameras, in fact.
He catches my eye and to my amazement that twitch at the corner of his mouth becomes a full-blown grin and next minute we’re both helplessly giggling like absolute fools to the point where I have to wipe tears from my eyes.
I guess it’s the endorphin release—the lingering pleasure of those moments, followed by total panic and then sheer relief that the world hasn’t just been privy to them.
Dain disappears into the other room and reappears in a robe, holding another that he wraps me in.
‘We have to delete them...’ I mutter apologetically as he fastens the waist belt of my robe for me. But I’m engulfed by a wave of heat as I recall just what’s been captured on film. ‘We should do that right away,’ I add, stupidly flustered.
‘Sure,’ he says easily, but there’s a devilish glint in his eyes as he studies my face up close. ‘If that’s what you want...’
‘It is. Absolutely. That footage can’t survive,’ I immediately respond and then look at him. ‘Don’t you think?’
Of course he does. He’s all about privacy and having as little online as possible. This would be a nightmare for him, right?
But he just raises an eyebrow at me. ‘Don’t you think we should watch it first?’
I gape at him and suddenly I’m awash with a hot flush even worse than before.
