Page 43 of The Interview

“All of me?” He pulls his T-shirt over his head to reveal his broad chest. The hairs covering it are greying now, but he’s as muscled and toned as the day we met.

“Every inch,” I state.

“My cock?”

“Everyinch.”

He pulls down his jeans and boxers together, and every inch is revealed: big, thick, beautiful, and all fucking mine.

After stepping into our large double shower, he turns on the water at the opposite end and stands under the large showerhead, the water hitting him from above, the jets hitting him from the sides. We stare at each other in silence. I watch as he pumps his favourite Balmain Homme hair and bodywash into his hand before he washes his arms, pits, chest, and abs.

“You wanna help?” he asks as his soapy hands reach for his cock.

Slowly, I shake my head.

“No?’ he questions with one brow raised.

“I wanna watch.”

He nods and begins stroking himself with one hand, cupping and squeezing his balls with the other. My eyes can’t decide if they want to watch what he’s doing to himself, or if they want to watch him watching me. I lick my lips when I take in how hard he now is.

“Want some?” he asks when I bite my lip like every stupid bird in a romance novel and nod. “On the stool,” he orders.

I sit on the tiled stool we had built into my end of the shower.

“Spread,” he says with a head tilt.

I open my legs.

“Play with your clit.”

I use my right hand to do as he says, my left to pull at my nipples. Leaning back against the tiles, I spread my legs wider and watch him watching me.

“Come here.” He beckons with his finger.

Covering the space between us, I’m soon standing naked before him, just out of reach of the hot water. Goosebumps rise across my skin as it cools, and my nipples harden.

Cam reaches out and uses both hands to pull, cup, and squeeze my breasts.

Moving his right hand to his face, he raises his index finger. “Shh,” he says very quietly.

“I never…”

“Your brain, Kitten. Your brain. Just do as you’re told and shut everything out.”

I love, love, love that he knows exactly what I need. For him to take charge, take control, so I don’t have to think.

“Now, get on your knees and suck my cock,” he orders.

Uncharacteristically, I silently and immediately obey.

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CAM

Amber light from the Moroccan-style bedside lamp filters across my wife’s face as I watch her sleep.