way.” He held his breath. He could tell her he knew why he needed those pictures, what had started him down that path, but he didn’t know what he’d do if she said no. He’d taken a huge risk asking her permission. She had to trust him implicitly to give her consent for such intimate pictures.
“I know you have a problem with the parties. You never seemed to mind when we had sex and the others were in and out. Surrounding us. Protecting us. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Breezy.”
“I’m not uncomfortable with that,” she admitted. “I never notice when you’re in me.”
“The pictures, babe. I want the pictures of you.”
She shrugged. “If it’s important to you, then I don’t mind.”
She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned into him, arching her back, pushing her tits right into his face, so that he latched on to her right breast and caught at her left with his hand. He had turned the chair just slightly, just enough to present a profile, so a zoom lens would be able to record everything for him. She threw her head back, closing her eyes the way he loved, looking as if she was in ecstasy.
He would never have trusted her in the hands of anyone else. He wasn’t exactly like Ice, who enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism, or Storm, who preferred to be a voyeur. They’d been taught that from the time they were little. Encouraged in it. His training had taken a different turn. He hadn’t realized until he was with Breezy that it had stuck with him in the way Ice’s and Storm’s trainings had stuck with them.
He needed to look at her face in the throes of ecstasy. He needed to see her in every position he demanded, giving him that. Giving him whatever he asked her for. It was all about proving she was his. He knew that. He also knew it was completely fucked up. Still, right now, he gave into his needs. He hoped in fulfilling his own, he was meeting hers. He hadn’t taken the time to find out before, now he needed to know. She had to get off on it, not just want to please him.
Her hands went to his neck and she held him to her. He was rough because that was his way, but one hand slid between her legs to feel her response when he pulled his head back to look up at her. “You like the idea of pictures for us, baby? My cock in your mouth? Inside you? Taking you in every way I can? You like the idea of that?” He kept his eyes on hers, refusing to allow her to look away. “We can look at them together anytime we want.”
A fresh flood of liquid heat coated his fingers. She nodded slowly. “Mostly, I like the idea that I don’t know someone’s taking the photographs so any time it could be happening.”
He leaned into her breast, caught her nipple with his teeth and tugged, watching her face the entire time. The gasp. Her breath exploding as another rush of cream found his fingers. “Get on your knees, Breezy. I’ve waited three long years to feel your mouth on me again.”
She slid her hands down his chest and leaned in to kiss him. That fire was there. Instant. Hot. She gave him everything without hesitation. Then she lifted her head. “Those photographs are ours alone.”
It was both a statement and a question. Hell yeah, the pictures were just for them. He nodded. “I’ll make sure no one else ever sees them.” His heart hurt, it pounded so hard with exultation he could barely breathe.
Breezy slowly sank to her knees between his thighs. His fist was already surrounding his cock. He felt like titanium. So hard. It was perfection. Her lashes fluttered and then a sea of green was looking up at him. Waiting. Hungry. He wanted that look on her face recorded for him for all time. A shudder went through his body. Hot blood rushed through his veins. An electric pulse slid down his spine. He held them both there, stretching the moment out, drinking in her look.
“You want this, baby? You want my cock?”
“You know I do.”
“It’s been a long time, Bree. I’ll try to go gentle, but with you, control goes right out the window. I start out feeding you and giving you what you want and then it’s all about me.”
“I get