Sasha thought of the previous evening, of the way she’d made herself climax watching the video of them together.
“Have you seen the sex tape?” she said.
“No. Why?”
“Put it on.”
She heard Thomas laugh. “You kinky little thing.”
She hurried over to her own computer, her legs already feeling weak beneath her. She went online and found the footage. On the other end of the phone, she could hear Thomas clicking buttons.
“Put on the one in the bedroom,” she said. “I want to see your body.”
She hadn’t seen that one yet, and from her memory, it was the moment she had given Thomas an orgasm as good as he had given her. But she could hear Thomas’s hesitation. That was the video that showed his scarred body, something he had been deeply insecure about before Sasha.
“Can we watch the other one?” he said.
“Thomas, if I don’t get to see your cock, I’m hanging up.”
He laughed again. “You drive a hard bargain, intern.”
“Don’t call me that.”
Sasha clicked play and the video began. Seeing the bedroom in Thomas’s Chicago apartment brought back a whole host of sensations to her—the silk sheets beneath her back, the feel of Thomas’s throbbing, thrusting penis inside of her, the feel of his fingernails digging into the flesh of her ass as he wrenched her body into him, and the glorious moment when they’d reached climax simultaneously and their bodies had pulsated in unison. But more than anything, it reminded her of Thomas’s vulnerability, of the bridge he’d crossed for her that day, of the emotional connection that had been forged between them in that moment.
“Do you remember?” she whispered into the phone.
“I remember,” came Thomas’s breathless reply.
On the video, Sasha was unbuttoning Thomas’s shirt and opening it up, pressing kisses down his scarred flesh as she went. Then she moved her mouth to Thomas’s nipple. His on-screen gasp was matched by one down the phone.
“That was the first time,” she said, “that a woman had licked you there.”
“Yes,” he whispered.
She watched as Thomas lay back against the silk sheets and she ran her tongue over his muscled skin before her hands stroked down his chest and began to slowly unzip his fly.
“Are you taking your clothes off?” Sasha said into the phone. She listened to the sound of his fly unzipping in real life.
“Yes,” he said.
“Are you hard?”
“I’m hard.”
A thrill ran through her. She watched her on-screen version remove Thomas’s pants, revealing a huge erection over which she rolled a condom.
“Your cock is amazing,” Sasha said.
“Are you naked?”
“I can be,” Sasha replied. “What shall I take off first?”
“I miss your tits. Take off your bra.”
She did as he commanded. Her nipples were protruding from arousal. “Now what?” she said.
“I miss your taste. Take off your panties.”
She bit her lip and quickly slid off her panties. “I’m wet,” she said.
“How wet?” Thomas said.
“Soaking,” she replied.
He groaned.
She watched herself straddle Thomas and begin moving her hips slowly in a figure eight.
“Touch yourself,” she said into the phone. “Do it slowly.”
She heard him moan into the phone and watched him on the screen, guiding her movements with his hands on her ass. She slid her fingers inside her vagina and clenched as she remembered the sensation of Thomas’s cock moving within her.
“I wish you were licking me,” she said.
“I wish I was, too,” came Thomas reply. She could tell he was speaking between his teeth. “Are you masturbating?”
“Yes,” she replied with a gasp. “Slowly. Just like on the screen.”
The Sasha and Thomas on the film were beginning to move faster.
“Speed up,” Thomas said. “Do it faster.”
Sasha wedged her cell phone between her ear and shoulder, then brought her spare fingers to her clit, adding to the sensation of her fingers that were already inside of her. “It feels so good,” she gasped.
“Fuck,” came his strained reply.
On the screen, Thomas sat up and pulled his arms around her back, pulling her tightly into him. Sweat glistened off his skin, and the sheets were twisted beneath their bodies. Sasha felt her pleasure mounting as she watched them kissing, their mouths hungrily exploring one another’s. She watched her breasts squashed up against his muscular chest, the way her hair flowed down her back, and the way her ass looked as she began rocking gently.
“Your body is sublime,” Thomas said.