Page 501 of Rock Me All Night
I run my fingers over his tattoo. "We'reamazing."
I wrap my hand around his cock and tease him the way he teases me. I brush my lips against his tip. Again and again, until I'm desperate to have him in my mouth.
Even then, I take my time sliding my tongue around his tip and playing with the metal balls of his piercing. God do I love the way it makes him groan.
He brings his other hand to the back of my head, nudging me forward.
I've teased him enough.
I take him as deep as I can.
I'm doing this on film.
Holy shit.
The thrill of the exhibition spurs me on. I let Tom guide me with his hands and his groans, taking him deep or shallow, sucking harder or softer. It's still amazing, watching the pleasure spread over his face.
His eyes roll back into his head. His lips part. His thighs quiver. One hand goes to my shoulder and squeezes.
I keep my pace. Until he's groaning.
His fingers knot in my hair. "I want to come inside you. Get on the bed on your stomach."
God yes.
I release him and shift to my feet. Tom presses his hands against my back, kissing me so hard and so deep that I forget how to breathe.
When he breaks the kiss, he helps me onto the bed, positioning me to give the camera a perfect view of us from the side.
God, I want to watch this.
Want him to watch this.
He shifts behind me, his hands on my hips.
His cock nudges against my sex. No teasing this time. With one swift thrust, he enters me. It's hard. Deep. I grab at the sheets, spreading wider, giving myself to him.
Tom and I... we're having sex on our bed... in our house.
On camera.
Everything about this is forever.
Pleasure wells up inside me with every thrust. I arch my back to meet him, desperate to come with him this time.
I'm not going to make it.
"Tom," I breathe. "Touch me. I want to come with you. Please."
He groans. "Fuck yes."
His hand slides around my hip and between my thighs. Then his fingers are on my clit, and I lose track of everything except the pleasure spilling through my body.
My sex clenches. Almost. The way he's shaking—he's almost there too. I let my eyelids flutter closed. I soak in everything about him—the skin on skin, the soft brush of his fingers, the sharpness of his teeth scraping against my shoulder, and his hard cock driving into me again and again.
Tom, God, Tom.
My sex clenches, pulling him closer. He's there. Pulsing inside me. Filling me. It pushes me over the edge.
