More Than Lies (39 page)

“Shawn.”

“Shhh, baby. Let me talk. You listen and watch.” I bend my head to lay a kiss on her shoulder. I lift my eyes, and when I do, I locate and lock them with hers in the mirror. I move my hand away from her chest to run it through her hair. “This hair.” I comb my fingers through the locks. “I like the way it feels when it brushes against my skin when you’re leaning over and kissing me at the same time you’re riding my cock.” Allowing her hair to fall from my grasp, I move to run a finger over her cheek. “This beautiful face, those gorgeous eyes, and those lips. I want to kiss those lips, then I want to fuck them, and then devour them.” I move my thumb across her bottom lip and continue down until my palm wraps gently around her throat. Her eyes start to flutter closed. “Open them. I’m not done.”

She complies.

I kiss her neck, making my way up to her ear where I suck in her lobe for a second and then lightly nip it as I pull off. I leave my lips against her ear, but move my hand down her cheek until I’m cupping one of her breasts. Tara sucks in air through her mouth. “I love your breasts. They feel nice in my hands. They feel as though they belong in my hands.” That causes a gasp to expel from her mouth. “They’re perfect just like you, baby.” Pinching her nipple causes her to arch her back. She really does have perfect tits. Those alone would make a man stupid.

Moving down her belly, I skate across her hips until my hand runs over her smooth round ass. I smirk at her in the mirror a second before my palm leaves her skin, only to return as heat bites into flesh when my palm smacks her ass with force.

“Ah.” Her breaths come out in pants. It’s a sound I enjoy. It makes my dick grow in size.

“This ass, Tara.” I squeeze making her squirm. “This beautiful ass makes my head spin. I love watching the way it moves when I slam into you from behind. The sounds we make when I do are incredible.” The way that motherfucker jiggles is so fucking hot. Her chest heaves. “I want to fuck this ass so bad you have no idea. I want to feel how I know it’ll fit my dick like a glove the same way your pussy does, baby.” I move, rounding her hip until my hand is flat against her lower abdomen.

How does she not realize how beautiful she is?

“Tell me, Tara, tell me what you see in the mirror.” I can tell her these things all night long, but she has to believe them for herself.

The desire reflecting in her eyes vanishes as she looks critically at her body. That’s not a good sign that anything I told her took effect. And when she rolls her eyes, it pisses me off.

“A stretch mark.”

Is she delusional? Something tells me I shouldn’t verbalize that.

“You don’t, but if you did who the fuck gives a shit? I don’t. You’re still gorgeous, Tara. You can’t stand there looking into the same mirror I am; at the same woman I’m looking at and tell me she isn’t beautiful. She is. Remarkable so, but onto plan B.”

I release her and take a step backwards while pulling my long sleeve t-shirt over my head. It gets tossed aside so I can bend and pull off my boots and socks.

“Plan B?” She twists, turning her body to face mine.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

It’s strange. She is self-conscious about herself, yet she’s always been perfectly relaxed with me when she’s naked. I wonder if she realizes that. I didn’t until this moment. She’s standing in front of me with her hands hangs loose at her sides, watching me undress myself. I love the way her eyes scan my body. If I notice the way she looks at me, surely she can see that I look at her the same way.

My hands go to the belt buckle locked around my waist. Tara’s eyes settle on me there causing a smirk to form on my face. I pull the strap out of the buckle then release it and go for the button and zipper on my jeans. Once I have them open I shuck them down my legs until I’m able to kick them and my boxer briefs off.

“So this is where you show me what plan B is?” She hasn’t taken her eyes off my crotch and as much as my dick is enjoying the way she’s licking her lips, I have other plans.

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 weary.

“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. Afterwards 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 want 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 chord, I then 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.” I look at the phone so I can press the record button.

“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 I haven’t been inside you in two nights. And I damn sure will be inside you every night and every morning afterwards.” Wetness drips onto my lips. My tongue juts out, licking her taste off of me and then run my tongue through her slit.

“Oh, Jesus.” Her hands release her breast 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 am meeting 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 close 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 my 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.

As my finger pushes inside her tightness, my tongue runs down until I reach her entrance. I slip inside her pussy. Tara’s palms go to her breasts again, where she starts to kneed and pinch her nipples. Finding my own rhythm, my finger and tongue fuck her slowly. Her juices escape my mouth, dripping down my cheeks and sliding down my neck the more I enter her.

“Harder.” She applies pressure, pressing down on me to tell me she needs more. I give her just that.

Removing my tongue, I lick up until I reach her clit. I take it into my mouth, alternating between sucking, licking, and lightly skimming my teeth over her. With the finger inside her, I increase my speed and go deeper, fucking her ass harder. I add my thumb insider her pussy and apply pressure to her back walls. I can feel my finger move inside her ass from the other side.

“Oh, yes. Mmmmm.” The pitch of her voice increases as does the movements of her body. She rides me hard. Her insides tighten around me, almost to the point of trying to push me out. I don’t give in to her force. I continue my assault on her hot, sweet, tight, ass and pussy. I clamp down on her clit, sucking, nipping, and stabbing her with my tongue. Tara’s eyes close, her head falls backwards, and her hands fist her tits. Her thighs close around my head, locking me in where I can’t move. “Argh. Argh. Ahhhhhhhh. Ahh.” Her orgasm explodes and then continues until her movements still and her head bows.

Unfortunately, I can’t allow her recovery. I’m hard as a fucking rock. If I’m not inside her within seconds, I’ll explode all over myself.

Removing the phone from my head, I flick it off and onto the bed.

“On your knees, now.” It’s my turn for demands. Her eyes snap open, but before she is able to make a move, I pull her off of my lap. I’m behind her and pulling her into the position I want. Taking my cock into one hand and her hip into another, I pull and push until Tara and I meet in the middle. Once I’m in her, I let out a breath.

“God, I needed that.” She turns her head, looking at me over her shoulder then pushes into me telling me she’s okay with the fact that I entered her again without protection. She’s on birth control, so we should be good.

“You and me both.”

I move, jackhammer into her until my cum paints her walls. My release is fast as was expected after going two days without sex and then being teased all day from the hot little body my dick has grown used to being inside of.

I fall, exhausted onto the mattress, but my ass needs to get up so I can grab a wash cloth from the bathroom to wipe up the mess I know I just made. I can’t fucking move though.

After a minute, I turn my face away from the ceiling when I hear a sound. I look at Tara. She’s holding my cell phone in her hands and staring at the screen. I hear our voices, that’s when I get to my knees and crawl toward her until I’m sitting behind her against the headboard. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I pull her between my legs. She leans back against me, our bodies are sweaty, but I don’t care.

When I have her situated, I look over her shoulder and watch the video with her. Tara is silent so I stay the same. The moment I feel my dick thicken I have to close my eyes. There is no way I can go again. Not in the next five minutes anyway. I don’t have the stamina for that shit. She’ll fuckin’ kill me.

When she comes and the screen goes haywire from my tossing the phone she starts to set it aside, then stops. That’s when I realize the phone fell in the perfect position to record us having sex. It’s directly under her. I can see her facial expressions, the way her breasts bounce, how her abdomen tightens, and just how amazing it looks to see her take my cock. This view has nothing on anything I’ve ever watched live. This is sexy. This is hot. This is beautiful. She is beautiful, even more so than I thought less than a minute ago.

It ends and I want to watch it again so damn bad. I almost hate the fact that I promised her she could delete it. Something that amazing shouldn’t be trashed.

“So.” I breathe hard. “I guess you want to delete it now.”

Her face grows red. “Can I watch it again?” A smile forms on mine.

“Absolutely, baby. Just as soon as you tell me what you saw.”

She turns in my arms to face me. She’s sprawled across my chest with her neck craned back to look at me. I scoot us down into the bed and turn us to the side so she doesn’t have to strain her neck.

“That’s how you see me?” Her eyes are turned in. I can’t tell if this is good or bad.

“I’m not sure. You’ll have to tell me how you saw yourself first.” I’m hoping she saw what I saw.