Page 28 of Camera Chemistry
“And he never got to feel your pussy clench around his fingers? Never brought you to the edge again and again with his tongue, demanding one more out of you until you were so spent, your limbs were useless?”
Words fail her this time. A soft, long moan is my answer as she shakes her head.
I lean forward. “Good,” I whisper in her ear. My lips graze her throat, down her neck. “That means I get to be your first in practically everything. A title I’m honored to have, and one I’ll make very worth your while.” Maggie’s hand folds over mine, and she brings my palm on a slow path from her knee to her upper thigh. I know what she’s trying to convey, and it kills me to say no. “In a minute, sweetheart. I promise I’ll give you what you deserve. What you need. But first, you need to tell me everything you’ve ever wanted to try. Tell me what else he never did, because we’re going to check them all off tonight.”
“I can make a list.” The pitch of her voice is five octaves higher than before. “I can write them down.”
“Do you want a pen and paper? Or to use your phone?”
“Paper, please.”
I drop a kiss on her forehead. “Coming right up.” I stand and open the junk drawer, rummaging around for a pad of paper and a pencil. I sift through old batteries, a participation award from Maven’s science fair three years ago, finally finding what I need. “Here you go.”
“There are things I’ve read about but I’m not sure I’ll actually like in real life. When I’m reading them on the pages, I get turned on. I touch myself.” She picks up the pencil then sets it down. Her fingers drum on the lined notepad, nervous. “I also don’t expect you to want to do all of them. Or any of them, for that matter.”
“Trust me, Maggie. I’m going to want to do them.”
“What do you like?”
“Right now, I like you. And all that comes with it. More specifically? I’m very open minded. The only things I say no to are blood play, scenarios that would involve physically hurting you, and animals. And, for tonight, sharing. It might take me some time for me to get back in the groove, and I can’t promise I have the stamina I did ten years ago, but there’s plenty of time. Besides, I don’t need my cock inside you to make you come, angel. Write down everything you’ve ever thought about.”
Maggie nods and spins on the stool, staring at the paper straight on. I can tell she’s determined. Her jaw sets. Her nose scrunches. Her brows wrinkle and her lips bow into a frown. I want her to be honest and forthcoming with me, but I don’t want this to feel likework.
I stand and move from my stool so I’m behind her. She starts to write, and I kiss the apple of her cheek. Remembering the way her face flushed at the shoot when I praised her, I can almost guarantee that’s going to be included. “Good start,” I say softly. I pull her hair free from her bun, and push the waves to the side. I kiss her neck, letting my mouth linger in each spot before finding a new inch to explore. Her hand falters on the paper before resuming her writing.
“You’re distracting,” she whispers as she marks downspankingandbeing told what to do.
Perfect timing.
“Open your legs.” She inhales and adjusts her position on the leather. She leans back into me, back resting against my chest, and parts her thighs. “You listen so well, Maggie.”
The hook of the g indegradationgoes wonky. “This one I’m not sure about.”
I push her dress up to her hips, the same skin I saw earlier today greeting me. I rest my hand on her inner thigh, near her pelvis, and draw a circle. “Care to elaborate?”
“I don’t want you to call me a whore. But I… I want to do something embarrassing. Crawling, I think.”
“Noted. You underlined exhibitionism twice.”
“I did? Oh. Today when we were kissing in front of everyone, I imagined them watching us do more than kiss and I liked it.”
“You thought about them watching as I took off your underwear and slid a finger inside you.” I drag my hand further up her thigh, resting on the line of her underwear. “You wanted them to see you choke on my cock, didn’t you, and see how deep you could get?”
“Yes.”
It’s so quiet, but so sincere. My dick hardens. So far, I’m game for everything she’s listed, and I plan to deliver on all of them. Exhibitionism might be the hottest one. I adjust the bulge in the front of my joggers and Maggie’s back arches as my length juts against her spine.
“Hard for you, Maggie.” I kiss her neck and bring the strap of her dress down. A fire-engine red bra peeks out. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“I-I think I’m finished.”
Picking up the paper, I read the items she’s written. Light bondage. Blindfold. Showering together. Spanking. Degradation. Blowjob. Praise. Exhibitionism. Her on top.
Easy. Done.
I spin her stool so she’s facing me. I tilt her chin and kiss her lips. “You are so hot. Why don’t you get on the counter, sweetheart?”
“The counter? Why?”
