“Maybe this will help.”
He jumped off the bed and came back within a minute with two damp washcloths. Kneeling between her legs, he began to gently wipe the make-up off her face. To see it on the television happening in real time, felt odd. Like watching someone else’s life playing out before her. Like watching a father care for a helpless child when they’d made a mess of themselves. Carefully, he dabbed each of her eyes until her lashes were free of mascara. He grabbed the second washcloth and continued on her face, lips, and cheeks.
When he was done, she was looking at her naked image on the screen. What she saw: Someone unsure of her strength. A woman who was unabashedly voyeuristic. A Chapter who was willful yet pliable. The real Elsa.
Reaching for his phone, he cued another song from her playlist, Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation. He took a hold of her hand, stood her upright and began to undress her in front of the camera. She watched intently, concentrating not on her own image, but on Victor’s.
What she saw: A man who was intrusive and tenacious. A person who was shameless yet private about his sexual proclivities. A gentleman who could be thoughtful and tender. A lover who was gently insistent at times and demanding and rough at others. The real Victor.
Standing nude before him, he laid back on the bed, his dominant eyes staring straight through her. “Undress me. Slowly. We have all night.”
Suddenly she felt rooted to the spot where she was standing, not knowing what to do next. She had undressed men before, including Victor, but it had been done in the heat of the moment and rushed. There had been no attention paid to how their clothes had been ripped from their bodies. The way Victor was watching her expectantly, she wanted care to be taken when removing them.
Spellbound by his authority and the unreadable expression on his face, she climbed onto the bed next to him and slowly unbuckled his belt. She watched with curiosity as he craned his head to the side so that he could watch their images on the television. As she unbuttoned his slacks, she glanced over her shoulder to see what he found so absorbing.
She still didn’t get it.
***
Elsa slowly came out of her dazed state as she slid Victor’s pants down his hips, ghosting the palms of her hands up his thighs on her way up to remove his briefs. During her gradual process of removing every article of his clothing, he lay quietly with his eyes transfixed on the television like a movie critic watching an interesting cinematic piece of art.
Why couldn’t she see what he saw? It was right there in front of her. Her beautiful, nude body pleasuring him… Her ember-colored locks hanging over her shoulders and draped down her back… Her make-up free face… She was completely bare and real.
Her expression remained carefully neutral as she kept her gaze on him, waiting for some kind of reaction from him. As if on a mission to torture him with her casualness, she tugged his briefs down inch by slow inch until his semi-erect shaft poked out. She wrapped her skilled fingers around him and began the deliberate process of stroking him into complete hardness. He hissed through his teeth when all the blood flowing from his brain surged to his cock
He couldn’t take his eyes off of their image. They looked so damned good together. He watched on the screen as she stared at him, each of her movements enhanced by the HD clarity. He could see by her movements that she had never been the kind of woman to deny herself carnal pleasures. If she had been, she wouldn’t have taken him up on his initial inappropriate offer. She was a woman who made no effort at all to be sexy, yet sex appeal oozed from every pore of her body. Her scent, her aura, her pure femininity and vulnerability stirred his libido and thundered in his chest.
Sitting up, he maneuvered her body on top of his, facing her toward the television. He hugged her against his chest as she lifted her bottom to allow his penetration. Above him, her slender body curved and she began to rock with her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes, Peach.”
He would show her what it was about her that kept him enraptured. Hesitantly, she pried her eyelids open and fixed on their image. He cupped a hand beneath her ass, titled her hips and began a rhythm of lifting her to the tip of his cock and gently lowering her back down.
“Look how amazing you look being fucked,” his breath rushed out of him as she took him deeply inch by sweet inch.
Fully aroused, desire pulsated through his swollen and rigid shaft as he watched her uncomfortable expression turn to arousal. He dragged his tongue over her upper spine to her neck as the dampness between her legs began to flow freely.
“Do you see it?”
Her eyes widened only the slightest as she leaned back against his chest. Reaching an arm up and around his neck, she pulled his mouth close to her ear while her other hand slipped down her belly to her pussy. Two fingers spread her labia open as she ground down onto him, exposing the image of his cock disappearing into her pussy.
“Tell me you see it,” he groaned out when she worked her entrance over the tip of his shaft.
A soft moan of pleasure slipped past her lips as her long nails scratched over his scalp.
Their bodies moved in tempo to a song from his own playlist, Wherever You Go by Sleeperstar, as he maintained his slow rhythmic in and out motion of his cock. He grazed his teeth across her earlobe and slid his hands around her body. Palming a breast, he squeezed roughly, making her mewl softly. When he rested his other hand on top of hers to guide her movements as she circled a finger around her clit, her eyes grew wild and the first sign of understanding flitted over her face.
He held her tight against him as his heart began to pound erratically in his chest. He was awakening the hidden pleasures of watching herself being taken, and the feeling was powerful. Her eyes widened further and her body tensed.
She saw what he saw. Her beauty. How amazing they looked together. Their physical and intellectual compatibility. How extraordinary things were between them when there were no pretenses muddying the waters.
She tilted her head, her gaze smoldering as she held him steady. “I see it, but do you see what I see?”
His eyes flicked to the screen and focused not on Elsa’s image, but his own.
No. He didn’t see what she saw in him. He never would. All he could see was Mr. Black’s shadow behind him.
***
Leaning against the cool stone wall, Elsa tipped her head back and rested her hands under her bottom. The memory of watching her and Victor passionately fuck was still fresh in her mind.
After their brief moment of ecstasy, he had her change into something more appropriate so they could grab a bite to eat. With her belly full and her heart overflowing, she gazed up at the wintery night sky. The icy breeze chilled her skin and puckered her nipples, making her wish she had brought along a heavier coat. She became fixated with Victor’s movements; the way he lit his cigarette and brought it to his lips. Hypnotized with his slow, methodical intake of nicotine, she watched intently the way his lips lazily formed a small O and the puff of smoke that fluttered past his firm lips.
Over and over. Inhale. Exhale. Blow.
The laid-back manner in which his mouth caressed the cigarette was nothing less than captivating. One hand rested in his jeans pocket while the thumb of his other hand delicately ashed the Marlboro Menthol gripped loosely between his fingers. Her eyes lingered a little too long on the sleek lines of his body as his hard gaze scanned their surroundings. As if there wasn’t a care in the world, he mouth fucked that damned cigarette, all the while pushing her closer to the edge of complete arousal.
Long, dark lashes cast shadows over his cheekbones as his head craned left and then right at the sound of a man’s voice. He was still on edge. It was a sexy look for him. The tip of his tongue moistened his lips and made her unintentionally moan out, catching his attention. A double take and quick rake of his eyes over her body brought his focus onto her, one side of his mouth lifting in a flirty smirk.