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“Seré todo tuya,” she whispered. “Since you asked so nicely.”
“Can I look yet?” Leo complained, one hand covering his eyes as Piper dragged him through the house to their bedroom.
“Almost there…” Piper said. She was practically skipping with excitement all the way to the doorway. When they did, she adjusted her knee-high knit socks before saying, “Open your eyes.”
Without a word, Leo turned to her and looked down to see she was wearing nothing other than knit socks and jewelry, and his gaze turned molten. His reaction had been completely worth the extra effort of undressing behind him and yelling every time he tried to remove his hand from his face. Piper had kept her body just out of reach as she spirited him away to their bedroom so he would be none the wiser. Then, she finally saw it dawn on him that her naked body wasn’t the surprise.
“You want to make a movie?” Leo’s tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he stepped toward their bed, where Piper had set up two video cameras.
“I want you to direct,” Piper said and reached up to touch the sunflower necklace around her neck, a new nervous energy taking over. She had set up the cameras with meticulous care, but the way Leo was inspecting them made her skittish. “What are you doing?”
“It’s all about the angles, princesa.” Leo’s voice was smooth as butter as he turned to look at her. His director’s tone. “What’s your favorite part of sex, Piper? I’d like to capture that.”
Her face heated as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She considered the question for a moment before smiling. “The look on your face when you come.”
Leo hummed thoughtfully, lowering the camera and moving it along the side of the bed to where there would be a direct line of sight to their faces during the action. “Not what I was expecting, but I’ll deliver.”
“What’s your favorite part?”
“You,” he said simply before adjusting the other camera to capture a wide shot of the entire bed at an angle. Piper hadn’t quite been able to figure out how to position the cameras well enough to not get the other camera in the shot, but Leo had done it easily.
Piper scoffed. “You can’t just say me. Total cop-out.”
“Why not? I love every single thing you do. The way you move.” Leo hit the record button and moved back over to the other camera. “The way you’re so… vocal.” He smirked and hit the other record button. “And the way you feel when you’re so wet and needy.” His voice had gotten darker, like he was a movie villain who was about to get exactly what he wanted. Piper could feel how slick she was getting from just his words and the way he prowled around their room, perfecting the cameras so he could get this exactly right.
“Now, I want you to get on the bed slowly,” said Leo in a more seductive version of the voice he used on set. “Crawl your way up to the pillows. When you lay down, stretch your arms above your head and roll your body, all the way down to your hips.”
The heat between her legs was already unbearable as Piper did as he commanded, arching her back as she slowly pressed inch by inch of her body to the bed, first her breasts, then her stomach, and then her hips, until she was lying down fully. “That’s beautiful, Piper. Now I want you to roll onto your back. Again, do it slowly.” She did, feeling suddenly a bit self-conscious of the cameras pointed at her. Leo must have noticed her sudden shyness because he added, “Find your confidence. You own this room, princesa. I’m the only one here, and you’re doing so good. Trust me when I tell you that I’m very, very turned on, but I have to be patient. A good scene takes time.” Piper closed her eyes briefly and took a deep breath, feeling her chest rising and falling and wondering what it would look like on camera. “Now,” Leo’s tone lost a bit of control as he said, “Bend your knees a bit and place your feet on the bed.” The soft fabric of her socks felt warm against the pads of her feet. “Slowly spread your legs. Let me see exactly how wet you are, but make me work for it. Tease me.”
“Okay,” Piper huffed out as she slowly dragged her feet across the bed, parting herself. Her hand moved up to cup her breast because she needed to touch something, anything, to release the pressure.
“Fuck,” Leo hissed from where he stood at the side of the bed. “That’s it. Do what feels right to you. If you want to touch yourself, do it.” Piper did. Every motion came with full confidence as she put on a show, her hand dragging at a snail’s pace down between her legs and circling her clit with the tips of three fingers. The strangled noise Leo made encouraged her to add pressure. “Tilt your hips with it. Move into your hand like you just can’t take it anymore. God, yes. That’s perfect. Just like that. You look so good. Switch hands for me, mi vida. I want to see your engagement ring in the shot.”
“Leo,” Piper panted, writhing against her left hand with slow rolls of her hips.
“You want me?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Take your clothes off in the shot.” Leo, the collaborative director he was, moved to where the camera could see him before pulling his shirt slowly over his head. He was doing everything the way he had told her to do it, at a pace that would look good to the cameras. When he was relieved of his shirt, she watched him and shoved two fingers into her heat, bucking into her hand.
“Does that feel good?” Leo asked. The sound of his belt unclasping filled her ears next, and the promise behind it had her panting hard. “I think you need another finger.”
“Not good enough,” Piper cried out.
“If you want something, you’re gonna have to ask for it.”
“Come here.” She practically yanked him onto the bed.
He chuckled, scolding her, “I said slowly, and I can’t be wearing socks in the shot. That’s not sexy.”
“I’m wearing socks,” she pointed out.
“Those aren’t socks, those are torture devices,” Leo mused, snapping the band at the top of one.
“Lay on your back.” Piper pointed. Whatever director’s reserve Leo had had seemed to disappear as he scrambled to the head of the bed and laid back, still wearing his socks.
“Are you gonna ride me?” Leo reached for her, and she let him pull her into his lap, his cock grazing the inside of her thigh.
“Since you’re so dead set on going slow, I think I’ll make it agonizingly so,” she decided. With one hand on his chest holding him down, she started by testing him, rubbing herself along his shaft until his fingertips were digging into her thighs, just above her socks.
