More Than Lies (More Than #1)(97)

Instead of answering her, I take a step forward, place my hands on her waist and pull her toward me. Lifting her, she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I turn, and then walk a few steps until I reach the bed. Without releasing her, I yank the covers back then crawl onto the mattress with her in my lap.

“Do you trust me?” I look her in the eyes when I ask. I need her full trust for what I’m about to do.

“I think so.” Her eyes reflect a touch of weariness.

“You either do, or you don’t. I want you to trust me, Tara. At least for tonight, we can work toward trust beyond right now.” She nods. I lean back, resting my head onto a pillow as Tara sits on top of me. The only view better than this one is watching my cock slide in and out of her body. And then there is only one thing that trumps that, and that’s seeing her face when I make her come.

I plan on getting an up close and personal show of just that, momentarily.

Tara lifts, but I grab the back of her thigh before she positions herself over my dick. We’ll get to that, but not just yet.

“I have something else in mind first.” Flipping my index finger up in a hook, I flick it a few times, telling her without words that I want her to come toward me. She bends down and I accept her lips even though that wasn’t what I wanted.

“Baby, I want to kiss a different set of lips. Now bring that pussy to me.” Her eyes flash desire and want.

Lifting, she continues to look at me as she maneuvers the bottom half of her body up mine. She positions her ass on my chest and her knees over my shoulder. All I have to do is grab onto her from behind and pull forward to have her where I want her. Before I do that, I need one last thing.

“In order for you to see yourself the way I see you, you actually have to see it.” I reach over, grabbing my cell phone off the bedside table where I left it this morning to charge the battery when I arrived. Removing the cord, I unlock the phone and pull up the camera application.

“What are you doing?” Her voice is full of concern.

“I told you, Tara. I’m going to make you believe you’re as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside.” Her eyes grow wide. “The look you’re giving me is a yes. I’m going to record you riding my face. I’m going to videotape you watching me eat your pussy, you getting yourself off with my tongue, you coming on my face. Then you’re going to watch it and see what I see.” Her mouth falls open.

“I am not.”

I glance back at the phone to set it up for the video app. All that’s left is to hit record.

“Trust me. Isn’t that what I asked and you agreed to?”

“Yeah, but it wasn’t to record me naked and having sex with you.” Her hands go to her hips. “I’m not a whore.”

“I never said you were, baby, nor do I think it, so exit that train of thought.” I hold up the phone in front of her. “The point isn’t to record us fucking because I want to record us fucking. I have a point to make and I promise when I prove that point you can delete the video yourself, Tara.”

I want to put her at ease before we start this. Sure, I’m a dick, but I’d never allow someone else to see a video or photo of her naked or in any intimate way. I wouldn’t want someone else to view her the way I am right now.

“You promise you’ll delete it?”

“I said I’d let you delete it yourself, didn’t I?” After a beat she swallows, then nods her agreement for me to go ahead with it. “Don’t look so shy.”

“Says the guy whose face won’t be seen in the footage.” I press the red button, flip the phone around to hold it over my face for a few seconds and then turn it back around to find the best angle.

“Happy now?” After that’s done, I position the phone on my forehead to get the best shot.

“Not really, it just got awkward.” She peers down at me as she grabs her tits, covering them with her palms. They may be shielded from view, but the way she is squeezing them is turning me on more.

“Then I guess I need to remedy that.” Taking my hands, I plant them on her ass cheeks and spring her forward. Her pussy lands directly over my mouth.

“When you get done making yourself come on my face, I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember that it’s been two nights since I’ve been inside of you. And I damn sure will be inside of you every night and every morning afterwards.” Wetness drips onto my lips. My tongue juts out, licking her taste off my bottom lip, and then I run my tongue through her slit.

“Oh, Jesus.” Her hands release her breasts so that she can catch herself from slamming into the headboard.

I don’t have to urge her to move. Her body starts that almost immediately after her knees hit the mattress and she adjusts the tops of her feet on my chest. Her rhythm is smooth like a dance. Tara flexes her hips back and forth over me. She’s wet—really wet—and the taste explodes on my tongue. I dip inside her because I’m greedy and want more. Then, applying pressure, I start running my tongue up until I meet her clit where I circle it with the tip.

Removing one hand from her ass, I reach under her, and with my middle finger I push gently inside as I take her clit and hood of her clitoris into my mouth and suck.

“Oh, God, yes.” Her eyes flutter closed for a brief moment, but then they open back up to find mine again. When our eyes lock, I step up the pace of my finger, fucking her faster and with more depth. When I release her clit, I bring my finger out. Tara whimpers, but when I run the wetness up toward her tight hole she lets out a long moan. “Fuck me, there.” She isn’t begging. That was a command. A dirty, sexy command, that I’m all too happy to give her.