Page 500 of Rock Me All Night
I nod. "Have you ever done it before?"
"No."
"Really?"
"Yeah." He pushes up and pulls me to my feet. "Never trusted anyone with sexy pictures, much less video."
My lips curl into a smile.
"You're a genius. Have I mentioned that?" He plants a kiss on my lips.
"Not recently."
Nerves threaten to swallow me whole as I collect the necessary equipment. Makes it difficult to attach my camera to the tripod.
But the excitement on Tom's face is more than enough to convince me to continue. I get behind the camera, adjusting it so the angle gives us plenty of room to play.
God, I'm going to film me and Tom having sex.
It's going to be immortalized. On my memory card. Forever.
The thought sends a thrill down my spine. As soon as I hit the record button this is happening.
There.
It's happening.
I explain the angle of the shot to him. We have most of the bed and all the space in front of it. This won't be fancy—one angle, straight on—but it will be us, ours.
Tom slides his hand over my side. "When did you get this adventurous?"
"When I met you."
He pulls my body into his. "You sure about this, kid?"
"Don't you want something you can take with you on tour? Something of me."
His eyes go wide. He nods.
Then his eyes are closed and his lips are on mine. I kiss him long and hard, taking my time exploring his mouth. Like it's the first time.
I pull his shirt over his head and show the muscles of his torso the same appreciation. Every part of him is hard and strong. My fingers dig into his skin. Shoulders, back, chest, stomach. He's yummy.
In fact.
I want him to feel as good as I do. I suck on his earlobe until he's panting and clawing at my skin. Then I move to his other ear and do the same.
"Willow," he groans.
My fingers find the zipper of his jeans. I push them aside and trace the letters of his tattoo. My name on his body forever. And his on mine forever.
It's perfect.
I kiss my way down his stomach and chest as I lower myself to my knees. Ah, the view of my name is much better here.Willow. The lines are months old now, but they’re still clean and defined. I work his jeans and boxers down his hips as I trace the letters with my tongue.
Tom's eyes are wide with desire. It does something to me. Makes me want him even more.
"Fuck, I'm going to watch this so many times." He slides his hand into my hair. "You're amazing."
