The first time he asked me to film us, I said no.
The second time, I unlocked my phone and handed it over.
Kai set it on the dresser, angled toward the bed, and looked at me like I had just given him something more intimate than s*x.
“You sure?”
“You already saw the solo ones.” I sat on the edge of the mattress in one of his shirts and nothing else. “If we’re doing this, I want the real version on there. Not just me pretending.”
He kissed me for that—slower than usual, almost careful—then pushed me onto my back and made the video worth watching.
He started with his mouth. He always did now, like he needed to get me noisy before he ever pushed inside. I forgot the camera until he lifted his head, lips shining, and glanced at the lens.
“Say who you belong to.”
“You.”
“Louder.”
“You
