Page 44 of The Sacrifice
I lick my lips and waggle my eyebrows. “Maybe I’m not wearing any.”
“That’s hot.” His eyes widen. “Where is Hadley?”
“Sleeping.” She’s facing the other way as her chest raises up and down in a slow rhythm.
“Thank fuck.” He bites his bottom lip and gives me a cocky look. “Drop those pants. I need to see what I’ve been missing.”
“You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
My hands shake as I set the phone next to me on the dryer. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
“You know how hard that makes me. Knowing I’m your first at anything.”
“I’m still nervous.”
“Fine,” he sighs in mock exasperation. “I’ll show you mine, and then you show me yours.”
God, if I didn’t love him already, I would now. He pans the camera down to the crotch of his black shorts and removes his hard cock, stroking it for good measure. “See how hard you make me just thinking about you. From hearing your voice. From seeing your gorgeous face. From thinking about that hot, tight mouth sucking me off.” Each sentence is enunciated with a jerk of his shaft.
I moan and rub my thighs together.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Yes.” My breath is ragged as I gulp down too much air, making my chest hurt.
“Good.” He pans the camera up to his face. “Pants off and fingers on your clit. Now.”
I swallow.This is too much. I can’t do this.
But lord, I want to.
“Baby, I want to see your sweet pussy. I want to watch your eyes as you come. Nothing makes me feel better than knowing I bring you pleasure.”
As if I’m mesmerized by his words, my pants are tossed to the floor, and my legs are quivering with need. The quiet spinning of the washing machine sends goosebumps along my flesh.
“That’s better. Now, prop the camera up on the dryer, sit on the washer, and spread those sweet legs of yours.”
By this point, I couldn’t deny him if I had to. His jaw is tight as his shoulder continues to move. Although I can’t see what he’s doing, it’s clear he’s still stroking himself as he watches me. That alone is a huge turn-on.
I hop onto the washing machine, wiggling my ass on the cold metal.God, that’s cold.My hard nipples tighten until they ache. I run my fingers over them through the material of my shirt and bra, pinching the tips.
“Shirt and bra off.”
“Okay.” I nod and remove the items, tossing them onto the floor. As desire takes over, I cup my breasts, pinch and tug on the nipples.
“Fuck, babe, that’s so hot. My balls ache with need for you.”
I want to please him. That’s the only thing that matters. I let go of my breast, twirl my tongue over my index finger, and suck it deep into my mouth. After I pop it loose again, I smile. “Is this what you miss? My mouth over your throbbing cock?”
“Yessss,” he hisses and shifts in his seat.
“Do you miss this?” I trail my hands over my breasts, along my belly, and into my curls, spreading my legs wide and moaning.
“Yes. I fucking miss that.”
I flick my finger over my clit and grind my pussy into the hard surface. The low vibration of the washing machine shakes my ass as it moves.