Page 81 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Lay down for me.” It’s not an order, but a request. Sophie sucks in a deep breath and begins to take off her shirt, but I shake my head. “That’s my job.”

“I’m not used to this,” Sophie whispers, moving to do as I’ve asked.

She scoots back onto the bed and then leans against the layers of pillows, biting her bottom lip. She can’t have any idea what that does to me. Or maybe she does and it’s part of her tactic to get me to fall so absolutely for her that I’ll do anything she asks of me.

Already there.

“Not used to what?” I ask, kneeling on the bed from the end and crawling toward her. She glances at the cameras. “We can mute this.” I freeze, my hands just inches from her shins.

“I’m not used to-” She stops, as if unsure of how to continue.

“Being worshipped,” I finish, repeating my earlier words. Sophie nods and a thought occurs to me. “That competition of mine,” I muse, “how does he treat this body?”

I slide one hand up and down left her shin, over the colorful floral tattoo. The hiss of skin-to-skin contact in the otherwise silent studio is utterly sinful.

“He,” Sophie says hoarsely before clearing her throat. “He’s good. I don’t want to talk about him.”

I grin, but inwardly, that single word has begun to chip away at my confidence.Good. It’s noncommittal when combined with her tone. She doesn’t want to talk about him. Fine. I’ll make her forget about him. She won’t even remember his name when I’m done.

Wrapping my hand around her calf, I lower my lips to the inner side of Sophie’s knee. My tongue slips out, tasting her exquisitely soft skin before I start trailing kisses up her thigh. Quiet whimpers leave her throat and one hand tangles itself into my hair as Sophie tries to pull my mouth to where she needs it most.

“So needy already,” I breathe against her. “Patience, Honey.” Using her porn name feels wrong, but maybe if I think of it as a pet name instead. “We’ll get there. First, I need to get these damn clothes off of you.”

Crawling up her body without yanking those stupid shorts off of her feels wrong, but I didn’t play with her tits last time. I’m determined to fix that mistake. I slide my fingers beneath her shirt, lifting slowly while Sophie rises up to help. She’s wearing nothing underneath and I mutter a curse because she’s fucking perfect. I knew that already, but it strikes me again anyway.

It’s criminal not taking my time while I’m up here, but I want her desperate for me.

“So fucking gorgeous,” I whisper as I slide back down her body, hooking my fingers into her shorts while she lies back again. “Lift.”

Sophie does as she’s told, lifting her ass off of the mattress so I can pull her shorts down. She shivers as her bare pussy is revealed to me. Any man who doesn’t take the time to worship at this shrine clearly doesn’t understand what true beauty is.

With the shorts off, she’s completely naked beneath me. My hands find her feet, gliding up to her ankles, her shins once more, her knees. I can feel the goosebumps as they erupt along her tattooed skin, following my hand as it traces her thighs.

“Why is every part of your body so kissable?” I moan. “So lickable.” To emphasize my words, my tongue darts out to taste her again. “So squeezable.”

Her supple love handles are one of my favorite things. After my lips trace along one side, my hand massages, squeezing and molding it to my grip. I place kisses across Sophie’s belly, following a few stretch marks, slightly darker than the surrounding skin. Her breasts, natural and heavy, fall to the sides a little, but her nipples are hard and stick straight up. I want to draw this out, but I can’t. That one dark nipple inches from my face is too inviting.

When I take it into my mouth, the moan that escapes her does things to my dick that no other sound has ever done before–no other woman, either. Her hand, still in my hair, pulls tighter as I swirl my tongue around the pert little bud. Sucking and playing and grazing my teeth over it causes Sophie to writhe beneath me.

“Mi- Lance,” she breathes, catching herself before saying my real name. I should’ve done this off-camera.

I pull my lips from her nipple with a pop.

“That’s right Honey, I’m yours.” My voice is low, almost a growl. “I’m all yours.”

My mouth continues its path up her chest to her throat, her jaw, until I reach her lips. Capturing them with my own, I brace myself on one hand and cup her face with the other, my thumb down below her chin. My mouth devours hers, my tongue slipping inside to explore her as if it were entirely new territory. I allow my touch to drift down again, gliding down her neck and across her breast.

I’m half tempted to stop there, to squeeze and massage as I have been. But I allow my hand to move further south, back across her stomach and over the stretch marks that add to her beauty. Thank god she’s not self-conscious about them. I might actually die if she ever hid herself from me.

Rotating my hand, my fingers graze the skin above her pussy, causing Sophie to jump and me to chuckle in response.

“Please.” It’s a hiss against my lips and I smile.

“Please what? Use those words, Honey.”

“I need more.” She sounds desperate. Good.

I move my hand just a touch further, brushing lightly across her pussy and feeling how wet she already is.

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