Page 38 of Taken Off Camera
The command confuses me until his hands move to help me rise on shaky legs.
Once I’m standing, he turns me around, his hands guiding my movements in the darkness of my blindfold. “Straddle my lap.”
I follow his guidance, knees settling on either side of his thighs as I lower myself, this time facing him. The position brings our groins into direct contact, and I gasp as he grinds our arousals together.
Sebastian’s hands slide under my open robe to grip my lace-covered ass, pulling me closer until our chests press together. Without sight, every point of contact between us burns. The soft texture of his sweater through the lace of my lingerie. The heat of his breath on my face. The solid ridge of his cock, separated only by layers of fabric.
“Better?” he asks, voice strained as I grind on him.
“Much.” I loop my arms around his neck, fingers finding the short hair at his nape. The silky strands slip between my fingers as I lean forward to find his mouth with mine.
Our lips meet in a hungry clash, open and demanding from the start. His tongue twines around mine as his hands guide my hips into a rhythm that creates delicious friction between our bodies. Eachrock forward grinds our hard lengths together, the sensation building with every movement.
I break the kiss on a gasp as Sebastian thrusts upward, meeting my downward grind. “Oh god.”
“Feel good?” he asks, rough with desire.
“Yes,” I moan, chasing the sensation. “So good.”
His hands tighten on my hips, controlling our pace as we rock together. The chair creaks beneath us with each movement, adding to the symphony of our labored breathing and occasional moans. The scent of our arousal mingles with our pheromones, filling the air with an intoxicating blend that floods my lungs with each desperate breath.
As the pleasure builds, I lean forward to bury my face in the crook of his neck. My lips part on desperate gasps, and my tongue traces his heated skin, slick with salty sweat and the faint trace of soap.
He rewards me with a groan that vibrate through his throat. “You feel so good.”
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, and slick leaks from my entrance as our movements grow more frantic. Tension coils at the base of my spine, heat building with each roll of my hips, the friction of lace on my sensitive flesh pushing me closer to the edge with every movement.
Sebastian senses how close I am, and one handslides beneath the lace that hugs my ass to massage my slick entrance.
The added stimulation tears a broken cry from my throat as pleasure crests. My body shudders as release crashes through me, wetness spreading through the lace of my underwear. Sebastian’s hold on me tightens, and he thrusts upward one final time. A deep groan rumbles through his chest as his body tenses beneath me, his cock pulsing as he finds his own release.
For several heartbeats, we remain frozen together, the only movement is our chests heaving as we struggle to catch our breath.
I collapse against his chest, forehead resting on his shoulder as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through my body. “That was…”
Sebastian chuckles to find me once again at a loss for words post orgasm. It must come as a surprise for him, since I’m usually so chatty on camera.
His hand slides up my back, pushing beneath my lacy top and leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. “Yes, it was.”
An incredulous laugh spills past my lips. “And we didn’t even take our clothes off.”
His chest shakes with answering laughter beneathmy cheek. “Imagine what we could do with fewer layers between us.”
“I have been.” I pepper his neck with kisses, tasting the salt of exertion on his skin. “For months now.”
His arms tighten around me, holding me close as our breathing slows and our heartbeats return to normal. I nestle against him, content to remain in this position despite the growing discomfort of cooling wetness in my expensive new underwear.
“We should clean up,” Sebastian suggests after several minutes of peaceful silence, though he makes no move to release me.
“In a minute.” I tighten my arms around his neck, reluctant to break the moment. “Let me stay here a little longer.”
He kisses my temple, his lips lingering. In the darkness behind my blindfold, with his arms around me and his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, I’m more connected than I’ve ever been with another person.
A sharp knock at the door shatters our bubble of intimacy, and beneath me, Sebastian’s muscles go rigid in an instant.
My head lifts, and I frown. “Who would be knocking at this hour?”
“You’re not expecting Saint, are you?”
