I preened at his words. “Your turn.” I gestured toward him.
He adjusted his phone then undid the top few buttons of his shirt. I watched as he stripped out of it before reaching behind his neck and tugging his undershirt over his head. He was bare-chested, his skin tanned and toned with a light dusting of hair. He was perfect.
“I want to see you. All of you.” He gave me a meaningful look.
“Same,” I said, waiting until he agreed.
He started unbuttoning his pants, quickly shucking them aside. He returned to his position at the headboard, cock in hand. Hard and waiting.
I laughed, loving his enthusiasm. And then I slid out of my nightgown before removing my underwear.
“That’s better,” he sighed, drinking me in. “Now show me how wet you are for me.”
I nearly whimpered at his demand. Something about hiscommanding voice and the idea of being on camera—on display—for Jasper, made desire rush to my core. If I hadn’t already been soaked, I definitely would be now.
I swiped a finger through my folds then held it up to the camera. It glistened with my desire, and Jasper watched me through hooded eyes.
“Taste yourself,” he demanded.
I slid my fingers into my mouth, imagining his cock instead. I moaned.
“Delicious, right?” he asked. “Like heaven.” I nodded. “You’re so good, Halle. Following my instructions.”
My breath hitched, and I waited for his next command. Jasper gave his cock a few lazy pumps, and my eyes pinged from his lips to his chest to his hands and back to his face. I found him smirking, sexy and devious and so hot I thought I might combust.
“Spread those legs, love. Show me what I’m missing.”
I did as he asked, using my fingers to trace circles on my clit. I shuddered at the sensation, the way he was looking at me. As if I was his everything.
“That’s it, love.” He gnawed on his bottom lip, stomach muscles clenching as he watched me. I liked watching him, and I liked him watching me.
“If I were there, my mouth would be on that pretty pussy. My tongue flicking your clit.” Shadows played on his face, making his jawline seem even sharper.
I shuddered, my pulse quickening. I could picture it exactly, just as he’d described. “Yes. I want that too.”
“Show me how much you want me,” he demanded, his voice gruff. “Make yourself come.”
I continued touching myself, my pleasure rising. I wanted him. Not just on the screen but here with me. “Only if we can do it together,” I said, my skin growing slick with sweat.
“Yes. God, yes,” he panted, his strokes coming faster now, his movements less controlled.
Jasper coaxed me to my climax, taunting me with promises of all the things he intended to do to me when he got home. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t…
“Tell me you’re close,” he said.
“I’m…” I trailed off, overcome. “Yes,” I hissed.
My toes curled into the sheets, a wave of pleasure cresting over me. When I opened my eyes, Jasper was watching me, his hand moving faster than ever as he grunted out a stream of curses along with his release. The veins of his forearm flexed, and I couldn’t believe he was mine.
“Don’t stop.” His voice was gravelly. “Not until you come again.”
“I ca?—”
“Halle—” He cut me off, and I knew he wasn’t going to relent. When I placed my hand to my clit, it was already so sensitive that a whisper of touch was almost enough to set me off again. I whimpered.
“That’s it, love,” Jasper said. “That’s it.”
And the next time I came, it was with him.
