Page 35 of Camera Chemistry
“Ah, yes. Every man strives to hear he didfine.” I swat at him, and he pins my arms above my head.“I want you to show me what you like,” he continues. “What makes you feel good? What are you going to think about at night when my mouth isn’t on your pussy?”
Sweat beads on my forehead and I take a shallow breath. I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before, and it’s thrilling to know he wants to learn how I lift my hips. The pattern of my fingers and how many I use. The angle of my legs and how deep I can get.
“Are you going to film it?” I ask, wiggling my butt on the sheets and sitting up.
Aiden’s eyes darken. His hands drop from my wrists and his fingers curl around my chin. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. Maybe I will record you. I’d use it after you left, my hand jerking my dick to the sound of your moans and your wet, sweet pussy. Then maybe, if I was drunk and missing you, five shots deep in a bottle of whiskey, I’d be reckless and send the video to you. I’d ask if you still curl your toes or throw your head back, and wonder if you found someone who knew what they were doing. I’d tell you how my sheets still smell like your cum and I can still taste you on my tongue. And then I’d ask if you missed me, too.”
The words almost send me spiraling over the edge. My face heats and my nipples harden. I’m staining the sheets, I know I am, but I can’t find it in myself to care. This man wants me, and I think he might die without me.
“Okay Doctor Wood,” I say quietly. Aiden grunts, and his hand drops to his cock, tugging himself once. “You’re so close to begging. Maybe you should get on your knees.”
“You want me on my knees? I’d do it willingly. I would beg for you, Maggie. And plead, too, if that’s what it took. But don’t be too smug. It’s my cock that made you come earlier, and I’m going to do it again.”
“It’s hard to touch myself when you’re straddling my legs,” I point out. Aiden grins and drops a kiss to my forehead. It’s his favorite spot, I’ve learned.
“Forgive me for not wanting to pull away from you, for even a second.” He climbs off me and takes up space at the end of the bed. His hand covers his cock and he waits patiently, eyes trained on mine.
I take a deep breath and slink down on the pillows, my back flush against the mattress. I close my eyes and run my hand down my chest. I palm my breast and play with my nipple, a sigh escaping my mouth.
“You like touching your tits,” Aiden says. It sounds like it’s through clenched teeth, grinding his molars together.
“I don’t know why people skip them.” I move to the other side, back rising off the bed as I pinch this nipple with more pressure. “It feels so good.”
If I were alone, I’d spend more time on my chest. With an audience, though, I want to keep the show going. My hand slides down my stomach, and I open my legs.
“I know some women love to fuck themselves with their fingers, but I love to play with my clit.” I don’t know how I’m able to say these things, a salacious side of myself I never knew existed. It’s freeing to put this in the world, to own the things I like. Why should I be embarrassed enjoying what gets me off?
I don’t have to open my eyes to know Aiden’s moving closer. The mattress shifts, and I feel the heat of his body engulfing mine. I hear the huff of his breath and the drawn outfuckhe whispers when I circle my clit in slow strokes.
“I like to take my time,” I say. “It’s when I think about the things I want to try. I imagine myself in the books.”
“Open up, baby. Let me see how wet you get when you fantasize about your wildest dreams. Tell me about them”
My thighs part. My tongue is loose and my mind is exploding with a thousand images. “Sometimes I imagine two guys taking me at once. Sometimes I imagine being fucked in a public place. Sometimes I imagine my ass red and covered with marks from someone’s hand. And sometimes, I pretend I’m being held by someone who loves and respects me so deeply, while also knowing exactly what I need.”
“Jesus,” he groans. I slide a finger inside myself, still stretched from Aiden, still wet from my last orgasm, and let out a moan. “Maggie.”
“And when I go home tomorrow, I’ll think of this. You’ll be what I imagine as I tease myself over my underwear. When I go from one finger to two, prepping for a toy that won’t come close to how good your cock feels inside me. I’ll think about you, Aiden, when I’m sober as hell, wondering if you’re thinking about me, too.”
I circle my clit four times, that feeling rising in my belly. I’m close to capturing it, close to giving in, when a hand curls around my wrist, stopping me.
“Get on your knees,” Aiden growls.
I grin, my eyes opening slowly, no remorse for the high I’ve yet to reach. “So much for self-control.”
“Fuck self-control.”
It happens so fast. I spin. He rips open a condom. My fingers curl around the sheets, waiting,dyingfor him. And then he’s inside me again, claiming every inch of me.
“You take me so well,” he says, voice singed with pride.
His grip tightens on my hips, fingers pushing into the pulse point of my skin that burns like a wildfire at the apex of my thigh. Maybe I should get a tattoo of his fingerprint, the outline of his thumb so I'll have this feeling forever embedded, a permanent fixture, because nothing has ever felt so good.
“It's like you were made for my cock. No one else's. Mine and mine alone.”
“Yours, Aiden,” I agree. It’s the truth. After tonight, I’ll be ruined. He’ll be known as The Best Ever. The One Who Got Away. No one will ever be able to top Aiden Wood.
His hips meet mine with chaotic thrusts. It’s rough, messy, andperfect. Even better than the first time. His hand connects with my ass. My nails dig into his thighs. He yanks my hair. I call out his name. It’s a choreographed routine we’ve already memorized. He squeezes my backside, and I know he’s close to finishing.
