“So,” I say, tossing my hair back. “Which month will this be?”
He ponders for a moment. “I was thinking January, starting the new year with you in leather makes me embarrassingly hard.”
I shift slightly in my seat, anticipation coursing through me, the nerves from before completely gone.
My hands settle on my thighs. “How do you want me, sir?” I purr, just to push him a little because I love it when he loses control. Plus, he loves the nickname.
He adjusts the camera, his mouth twitching slightly.
“Careful, you know what that does to me.”
I bite back a grin. “That's kind of the point.”
His eyes darken, dragging slowly over me before settling. “Pull the leather down, let me see your tits first.”
Happily obeying him, I grip the top of the leather dress and drag it down my skin, inch by delicious inch, letting the tension stretch as he watches with a predatory gaze. The material settles underneath my breasts, showing him my now healed pierced nipples, and the cool air kisses my skin.
The green catches the light, and I can't wait for him to see that they match his other favourite piercing.
“You are so fucking beautiful. How did I get so lucky?” Awe threads through his voice.
“Just by being you,” I reply sincerely, enjoying the way his eyes drink me in. “Or it could be the coconut lattes and strawberry Twizzlers you always feed me.”
I giggle at his failed attempt to look stern. He always comments on my sweet tooth, but he ultimately loses the argument when I bring up his love for chocolate.
“Something tells me it's the latter.”
We both know that isn't true.
“What’s next?” I change the subject, eager to get a move on.
“Pull the dress up till it sits round your hips. I want to see everything.”
Thank God I had a wax done for this.
Lifting myself, I pull the dress up, congratulating myself silently that I decided not to wear knickers today for this. Makes it so much easier.
I suck in a breath as I sit back down, knowing I’m already wet for him and it's most likely leaking on the seat now.
From this angle, with the bike's flat seat beneath me, he has a perfect view, and I can see how much he loves it from the tremble in his fingers as they hover over the capture button.
“I can see how wet you are already.” he licks his lips with a hunger we share for each other.
“Are you turned on?” he continues, and I jerkily nod, hands braced behind me, arching toward him, letting him see exactly what he wants.
I am so turned on, it's ridiculous.
“Don't worry, I’ll fill you with my cum soon.”
Before I can beg him to do it now and screw the pictures, he raises the camera and clicks. The sharp sound barely registers over the rapid beat of my pulse.
“Perfect,” he husks, snapping a few more.
I don't miss the moment an idea flashes in his gaze as he looks over. He grabs something from his bag, and my stomach tightens, curiosity and anticipation curling low.
He hands me the Twiizzler with a devilish smirk. “Put it inside you.”
I don't hesitate, I trail it down instinctively, already following his guidance. As I glide it over myself, a shiver rolls through me, and a small gasp leaves me. He tuts, unimpressed.
