The towel fell from her body.
Kane sucked in his breath at her perfect, naked body on display for him. He greedily devoured every generous curve and sloping plane, taking in her tight nipples and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
“Like this?”
He loved the teasing pitch as she spoke. Her hesitancy seemed to disappear, as if she liked the drool-worthy stare he was giving. “Oh, yeah. You are everything I ever wanted in a woman. I could spend all night studying that gorgeous body.”
Her brow slowly lifted. “I hope this isn’t a one woman show.”
Kane grinned. “I’m here to please, sweetheart. Tell me what you want”
“Shirt. Off.” She paused. “Slow.”
He obeyed, peeling the tee up over his stomach and taking his time removing it. She licked her lips and damned if he didn’t almost preen at her obvious appreciation. He’d never been so damn happy to work out as he was right now. “Better?”
Her gaze touched every inch of his bared chest. “Yes. You’re beautiful, Kane.”
His gut squeezed. He wished he could touch her and show his own admiration, but he had to work with the limitations. “You deserve to be taken care of, even if I’m not there. So I want you to lay back on the pillows and relax. Adjust the camera. I want to see all of you.”
Her rapid breathing showed her obvious excitement. She moved the laptop and stretched back, her beautiful caramel hair spilling over the white pillowcase. Kane groaned at the intoxicating display. Her thighs were slightly parted, giving him a hint of her bare pussy.
“Are you wet?”
She shuddered. “Yes.”
“Show me.”
Her hand coasted over her full breasts, down her stomach, and stopped. “Kane?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Take off your pants.”
A low chuckle escaped. He discarded his jeans, lingering over the snap and taking his time lowering the zipper. Kane didn’t wait for the command to remove his black briefs. He was barely able to hold it together and they hadn’t even gotten to foreplay. This woman tested his control on a regular basis.
He enjoyed her gasp of breath as his cock was freed and already painfully hard. “This is what you do to me.” He stroked himself, enjoying her fascinated gaze as he tightened his palms and worked his hand up and down in a slow rhythm.
Kane didn’t have to ask again. She continued coasting her fingers over her mound, parting her legs a few more inches. He gave a vicious curse as she teased her clit, rotating in a clockwise circle, then dipped inside her pussy. Her head arched back and a moan escaped as she got caught up in chasing her pleasure.
“Oh, you’re such a bad girl,” he said. “Look at how wet you are. If I was there, I’d spread those thighs wider and press my mouth against your sweet pussy. I’d use my tongue to tease your clit real nice, and no matter how hard you begged, I’d wait until you were going crazy.”
“Kane!”
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”
Her drunken gaze fastened on the screen, where he stroked a bit harder and faster, matching her pace. He continued with his dirty talk, pushing them both to the edge, until their breath mingled together in pants and the tension cranked to a torturous threshold.
His command was like a whiplash. “Let yourself go, Sierra. Now. Come for me.”
Her heels dug into the mattress and then she was screaming his name as the orgasm took her. Kane held on for a few more precious moments to enjoy her surrender—the pleasure washing over her in waves, shaking her body.
Then he reached his own orgasm, shouting roughly as he was shoved over the cliff. Her eager gaze only emphasized his gratification as he jerked his hips in brutal satisfaction and spilled himself over sheets that smelled like her.
Boneless, it took him a while to refocus. Sierra was sprawled out on the bed, a smile curving her lips. “God, is that what we would have done with a long-distance relationship?” she murmured dreamily. “I’ve been missing out on a whole new aspect of sex.”
Kane laughed. “Watching you was hot, but nothing compared to being able to touch and kiss you. Kind of like having cheese and beer instead of caviar and champagne.”
She lifted her head. “Did you just compare our Face-sexing to food?”
