Page 80 of Something Spontaneous

Sly nods, and I turn on the camera that’s sitting next to him on the marble bench. I wink, knowing that camera angle doesn’t show him or my face.

“I’m so sorry,” I tease, letting my voice drop down into that sultry tone I use in my videos. “I’ve been bad lately. I hope you didn’t miss me too much, but I’ve got a special treat for you today to make up for it.”

I take a small step to the side, revealing Octavius behind me. I grip the dildo, slowly stroking it, knowing the camera has the perfect view of me from my chest down.

“I bet you wish you were here. In the shower, with me. And that this…” I tighten my grip on the toy and rub my thumb over the smooth tip. “…was your cock.”

Looking at Sly, he is pure, unfiltered want. His eyes rake over every inch of my body—from my lips, to my tits, to the apex of my thighs, and to my hand stroking the toy.

His lips part. “Fuck,” he mouths inaudibly as he slowly pumps his dick, matching the pace I’m stroking Octavius.

I waggle my brows and make a kissy face at him. Then I widen my stance and straddle the tentacle. I grind myself against the ridges of the little suckers, letting it part my lips and tease my hypersensitive clit. It feels so good that I’m not sure how long I’ll last, especially with the way Sly is intently watching me.

A breathy moan escapes my lips as I notch the toy at my entrance and take the first couple of inches.

“Fuck,” I hiss at the stretch and sensation of the little suction cups gliding along my walls. “God, that feels so good, but I wish it was you.”

Next to the camera, Sly nods while he continues to fist his cock. Normally, I have to slowly work up to accommodate this toy, but I’m so wet and needy for Sly that it’s effortless this time. Easing myself back, I rock deeper.

“Oh, god, yes,” I moan. “It feels so good, but I need more. I wish this was your big fucking cock filling me.”

I lean over just enough that my tits will be in the frame, but more importantly, it brings my face mere inches from Sly’s.

“I need you,” I plead.

It sounds like I’m saying it for my subs, but it’s never felt more real because I’m looking right at Sly while he strokes himself. This feels more erotic than anything I’ve ever filmed before. He’s just as much a part of this video, too, even if he’s not on camera. His look of pure admiration and need for me is palpable and only drives my need higher.

I want to come for both of us.

I reach for the mini wand I left sitting next to him, first letting my fingers drag over his bare thigh, lingering on the floral tattoo before picking up the wand and bringing it to my clit.

Looking down, I revel in the way my tits softly bounce with each thrust as I fuck myself with the toy. When I turn on the wand, I know I’m going to come undone any second. Sly’s knuckles whiten when he grips the edge of the bench, and I can tell he’s right there with me.

“You wish you were here, buried inside me, don’t you?”

He nods and swallows hard.

“You wish you could suck on these tits, don’t you?” I breathe, tugging on one of my hoops with a fingernail. It’s always a fan favorite, confirmed by Sly’s smoldering stare.

He nods again, and his tongue drags over his lips.

With his gaze fixed on me, it’s never been easier to film. My videos were always solo, but deep down, when I needed to come, it was always him that my mind went to. He’s where my mind would go when I needed to feel that intimacy, that closeness to get myself off. I loathed myself because it was still him who would get me where I needed to be. Clearly, it was foolish of me to ever think I could get over him and the way he owns me.

One last look at him—feeling the blazing heat of his gaze—is my undoing. I feel that knot of tension low in my belly completely unravel. I rock back once, taking the dildo to the hilt, and cry out in pure ecstasy at the fullness.

He mouths something to me, probably another number, but I can’t make it out. I laugh and shake my head, letting out a soft moan. “Did you like that? Seeing me come just for you? I hope you did because I want to see you again soon. I promise I won’t make you wait so long next time.”

I look to Sly and nod to the camera. He takes the cue to turn it off, then his hands are on me in a flurry. He leans forward, grabs the wand from me, and presses it back against my clit.

“Oh, Bunny. You’re so goddamn perfect.”

I buck at the sensation as he tries to extract more pleasure from me. “That one didn’t count, by the way.”

He laughs. “You and I both know that it counted.”

“What about you?” I whimper, as keeps the head of the vibrator pressed to my still sensitive clit.

“Don’t worry about me. I want to come inside you. We’ll get there soon enough.”