“R-real time?” I stammered, my brain struggling to keep up with how he had a knack for speaking in a code only he had the ability to decipher.
His free hand came into view, rubbing along his jaw as his blue gaze heated. “You want me to beg, baby? You want to hear that I’m dying to watch as you work yourself over into a panting, shaking mess for me? That I would give anything to hear you come, my name a breathless whisper on your lips?”
I let out a shaky exhale. “I-I can’t. I told you.”
Sasha dragged his teeth over his lower lip, groaning. “Are we still playing that game? Because I lost count of the number of times you came last night. On my face, on my fingers, and on my cock.”
Frustration leaked into my tone as I snapped, “It’s not the same!”
“Tell me why not,” he coaxed, his voice infuriatingly calm.
Why wouldn’t he yell back, argue with me, and tell me I was wrong? Why was he making it impossible for me to write him off as just another mansplaining asshole? Wasn’t he thinking what I was? That it should be easier for me to bring myself to orgasm than it was for him?
Covering my eyes with one hand, I let myself flop back onto the bed. My towel slipped an inch, and I heard Sasha groan, “You’re killing me, Gemma. I would give anything to tug that nipple between my teeth until you were writhing beneath me, begging to be put out of your misery.”
As I peeked between my fingers, he flipped his camera around to show me his cock standing proud. Wrapping a hand around it, he gave a slow tug, twisting as he moved from root to tip. “Do you see what you do to me? The tiniest nip slip, and I’m hard again.”
My face flamed, but it wasn’t the only part of me that was on fire. Heat flooded my veins, simmering right beneath the surface, and pooling between my thighs at the idea that I was enough to bring this sex god to his knees.
Why he chose me, of all people, to bestow his orgasmic talents upon, I would never know, but I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
I decided then and there that I was a big girl. I could compartmentalize and keep this about sex. He seemed to be all about it, so who was I to say no? We could both enjoy ourselves, wringing pleasure from each other’s bodies until our bright flame burned out, and then we would go our separate ways. Simple, right?
“You want me to talk you through it?” It was the sound of Sasha’s voice that made me realize he could still see me, even if the only view I had of him was his hand moving in slow strokes over his hard dick.
Biting my lip, I gave him a slight nod, sealing my fate. I was really doing this.
He gripped his cock harder, a low growl sounding from deep within his chest. “We’re gonna make this so good for you, baby.” I had my doubts, but I was done arguing. “Take off the towel and prop your phone up so you have both hands free, and I can watch everything you do.”
Following his instructions, I sat up before standing, allowing the towel to flutter to the ground. Stepping over to my nightstand, I set the phone down, angling it so the camera had a decent view of the majority of the bed.
“Get back on the bed, Gemma. Let me see you,” Sasha commanded, his voice husky but not harsh.
Swallowing around the lump forming in my throat as the nerves crept in, I sat on the edge, centering myself on the mattress before lying back.
“Nuh-uh,” he chided. “I want you turned around. On your back, legs spread, pussy facing me.”
My head whipped to the side at the request.
The screen no longer showed him working his cock. Instead, his face was back in view, and the lust shining in his eyes had my mouth going dry. He looked like he wanted to eat me alive, and damn, if I didn’t wish he was here in person so I could let him.
“I’ve got all night.” The meaning behind his words was clear. He wasn’t going to rest until I gave him what he wanted.
After all we’d done together—including him shaving me—why was I still embarrassed to spread my legs for his perusal? Maybe it was because no other man had ever been that focused on that particular part of me.
The few men I’d been with had been more interested in how they could use it to get themselves off. Before Sasha, only one had ventured down there with his tongue, and it had been a cringe-worthy experience at best, with sloppy licking strokes doing absolutely nothing for me—not that much of anything else did before the man staring intensely back at me on screen.
Shaking away the ghosts of terrible lays past, I repositioned myself in the way requested, the only modification being that I kept my legs together.
Sasha clicked his tongue. “Open those thick thighs for me, sweetheart. Show me the goods.”
Just because he was looking didn’t mean I had to, so I lifted my chin, staring at the ceiling as I dropped my knees to the side.
“Goddamn, Gemma.” His groan reached my ears. “That pretty pussy is taunting me, knowing it’ll be days before I can bury my face in it again.”
Those words had me shifting restlessly, needing him. But he wasn’t here, and I whined, knowing my touch wouldn’t compare to his.
“Play with your tits.”
