Behind the Camera (Love through a Lens, #2)

by Chelsea Curto

I unbutton and unzip my jeans, yanking them down and getting rid of them. I run my palms up her stomach toward her chest. She lets out a shaky breath, and I take her tits in my hands. “Look at you,” I murmur. I pinch both nipples, and she moans. “I want you to tell me what feels best, okay? What you like and what you want more of. Can you do that for me?” “Yes,” she gasps. “I like that. Right there.” “Good. So good.” I reach down her body with my right arm and cup her pussy possessively. “And already so wet. Does wearing my jersey turn you on, Maven? Do you like to pretend I’ll come home and find you in it, then bend you over the couch and fuck you like you were mine?” “I’ve done a lot of things pretending you’d come home and find me.” “Like what?” I ask, and my thumb finds her clit. She cries out, and I move the hand on her chest to cover her mouth. “Shh, honey. If you want me to take care of you, you have to be quiet.” “I’m trying, but it feels so good,” she says, and her voice is muffled. “No one has ever taken their time before. They usually just jump right into it.” I freeze, and our eyes meet. “Never?”