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“What are you doing?” she asks as I click the record button.
I drop my voice down so it’s gravelly. “I have an idea.” I kiss the side of her neck, making sure the kiss is wet and noisy, and bring my arm back around her.
“Oh?” she says, and now it comes out breathy.
“Yeah. I thought maybe we could make a recording just for you.”
Her breath catches, and her eyes fall shut.
“Would you like that?”
She licks her lips. “Wha—what did you have in mind?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” I say. “Just sit here and let me tell you exactly what I want to do to you.”
Her head tilts back, and I keep talking. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the sound level meter on the screen following along with my voice. “I love coming out every morning and seeing you dressed like this. All this skin bared just for me.” I sweep a hand down her chest, fingers snagging on the edge of her sports bra. “You’re a chronic under-dresser.” I chuckle, low and dark. “And I fucking love it. I love how you’re always a little cold, and sometimes I just can’t stop staring at your nipples.”
My finger finds one of them, and they’re rock hard, straining against the fabric. I tweak it.
“Of course, now that I know the sweet noises you make when I touch you, the way it sounds when you come, a whole new world has opened for me.” I slide my fingers down to her bare stomach. “One where I bury myself in your pussy and make you come on my face.”
Sara moans, and the meter spikes.
“You like coming on my face?”
“Yes,” she whispers and shifts in her seat.
“If I dipped my fingers in now, would I find you wet?”
Her eyelashes flutter. God, she’s so fucking sexy like this, turned on and just a little scandalized. Her lips are parted, bottom lip pink from being chewed on. I swipe my pointer finger under the waistband of her yoga pants, and she gasps, her stomach tensing.
And then she fucking opens her legs.
“Look at you, spreading for me. I didn’t even have to ask. You just want it so bad.” She whimpers, and I let my other hand wander, diving into her sports bra and pinching one nipple. I cup my palm around the slope of her breast and feel its perfect weight.
“Oh, god.”
Finally, I let my fingers brush her clit, slide down and feel how wet she is. “Oh, you need it, don’t you? I can feel your body on the edge already.”
I circle her slowly, dipping in and spreading her wetness around. I stay quiet for a few minutes, but Sara makes enough noise for the both of us. Her movements grow more erratic, her hips shifting, stomach flexing.
“Are you close, babe?”
“Yes, please, please . . .”
I press harder. “I know exactly what you need. I’m going to reward you for being so good. Are you ready for it, babe? Are you going to come for me?”
Sara gasps, twisting her hips, and I press harder, letting her ride my hand over the edge. She cries out, and I murmur soothing words, easing back and letting her come down with gentle strokes.
Sara’s face is flushed, her breathing hard, and her eyelashes fluttering. With my left hand, I reach across her body and stop the recording.
“Holy shit,” she says, and I laugh against her hair.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” I say.
“What do you mean?” she asks, and I click the play button. I reach over and unplug the headphones.
We listen to the recording, and when I slide my hands back into her pants, Sara comes even faster the second time.
