I stepped into the shower to stand in front of Leo. Just the sight of all his muscles on display sent a shiver through me. Throw in the fact that he was entirely at my mercy was such a turn on.
“Keep your eyes on mine.”
Although he furrowed his brows, he didn’t argue. Reaching between us, I took his cock in my hand. When his jaw clenched with need, I snapped a picture.
When he threw me a questioning look, I shook my head. “Trust the process.”
“The process right now is you jerking me with one hand and taking pictures with the other.”
With a wink, I said, “I’m a multitasker.”
“Whatever.”
Slowly, I began to work my fingers up and down his shaft. His length swelled in my hand. At the rub of my thumb along the tip, he bit down on his lip. Once again, I captured the moment.
When I flicked back to see the two pictures, I frowned. They were good, but not what I was envisioning. Although I wouldregret it later, I sank to my knees on the tile. From this angle, I got both Leo’s body and his facial expressions.
Leaning in, I sucked his cock into my mouth. When Leo threw his head back with pleasure, I caught it with the camera. There were so many beautiful shots of him experiencing pleasure.
Leaning his head against his bicep with his brows furrowed.
His tongue licking his bottom lip.
Sagging against the bindings when the pleasure overwhelmed him.
But the moment of true beauty was when he came. As he spurted onto my chin and neck, I captured the moment of absolute surrender.
When he came back to himself, he stared down at me. “You took from me.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“It was so fucking hot.”
I grinned. “Trust me, itlookedso fucking hot.”
“Want me to finish you off?”
“No, I gotta get on these sketches,” I replied, as I struggled to my feet.
I started to limp out of the shower when Leo called, “Drea, where the fuck are you going?”
When I turned back, I realized he was still bound to the shower. “Just hang out. I won’t be long,” I teased.
“Drea Neretti, if you don’t get your ass over here right now and get me down!”
“What will you do?” I taunted.
“I won’t rub your feet before bed anymore.”
I gasped. “That’s cruel considering how much my feet swell.”
“So is leaving me strung up here.”
“You do know you only have to lift your arms up and over, and you’re free.”
After following my instructions, Leo freed himself from the shower. He waved his wrists at me. “There’s still this.”
I quickly freed his hands. “You know, I wouldn’t mind doing that with you again,” I mused.