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“I don’t have one,” she whispers, shaking her head, watching me with something like awe in her eyes. “Anything you do is amazing.”
“I’m feeling pretty into this whole fucking with half our clothes still on thing.”
Hannah laughs, this precious noise that could only come from a half-dressed woman on her back. I want to record it and play it back on a loop. Or better yet, hear it every day.
I am so fucked when it comes to this woman.
“You’re right though, we might not have long, and I’m dying to be inside you again. Is that OK?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, please.” She parts her legs eagerly. I move over her, guiding my cock until it notches just inside her. I drop my mouth to hers, swallowing her moan as I sink home, all the way in, right where I belong.
I want to savour this, savour the way she feels underneath me, her warmth, her skin, the way she smiles, lets it drop for half a second, then smiles again.
How is it possible I didn’t even know she existed this time last week?
“Need you closer,” she pleads, reaching under my arms to pull me down on top of her. I drop to my elbows and rest my chest against hers. My hips rock, my mouth never leaving hers as our bodies roll together, giving, taking, building up to that peak. Heat pools at the base of my spine, friction between us, tongues tangled, hands searching. Whispers and whimpers ofyesandmore,voices blending, breathing as one until over the edge we go. Together.
“I… Cameron…” she pants, her arms wrapping tighter around my back.
“I know. Me too.” I whisper, mouth to her cheek, her breath warming mine.
I know, because this time it’s different. This time it’s magic. This time it’s everything.
Chapter 29
Cameron
“CanIaskyoua question?” Hannah asks when I return from the bathroom after cleaning myself up. She’s still on my bed, her top pulled back down, but her shorts are still where I threw them on the floor.
“Shoot.”
“How do you do all the sound effects in your audios?”
I flop down on the bed next to her and prop my head up on my hand. “Are you sure you want to pull back the curtain and ruin the magic?”
“Hmmm, good point.”
“I’ll tell you if you want to know.” My thumb brushes soft strokes across her cheek.
“They’re just so convincing. Like, way more realistic than some other voice actors.”
“Well, that’s because… wait, who else are you listening to other than me?”
“Er… are you sureyouwant to pull back the curtain and ruin the magic?” she teases, rolling into my side. “What I’m trying to say is… are they real? Did you record those sounds with other people?”
I can understand why she might think that. When I first started out, I skipped most sound effects, but as I got better at making audios, I realised they added something extra special. The sounds of skin slapping together, slurping, kissing, a little gagging here and there. They’re hot noises.
“No, it’s only ever me,” I reassure her. “If you hear me masturbating, that’s a ton of lube, everything else I had to get creative with. Most things are easier to replicate than you’d think. Except spanking. I’ve never managed to truly capture that noise without it sounding like clapping.”
“Oh,” she says, her head rearing back slightly. “Are you into that? I mean, I know you do it in some audios. I guess I’m interested to know what parts you really enjoy and which you do for your listeners.”
“I’m notnotinto that. I never put something in an audio that I’m not into. Are you?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.” She bites her lip and I feel her curl inward slightly.
“Are you curious about it?”
“Maybe.”
