Chapter 5: Before the end
The hotel room door clicked shut, sealing them in the plush quiet. Champagne bubbles fizzed faintly in forgotten glasses. Lia leaned back against the cool wood, her breath still catching from the cab ride, the image of Sarah’s come-smeared fingers pressed against her own wetness burning behind her eyelids. "Okay," Lia breathed, her voice husky but firm, pulling her phone up. "My turn to direct. Strip for him, Sarah. Slowly."
Sarah’s answering grin was pure, predatory delight. She swayed towards the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of bedside lamps. Her fingers found the clasp of her skirt, releasing it with a deliberate snick. It pooled around her ankles, revealing long legs and the dark lace Lia had glimpsed earlier. She stepped out, kicking the fabric aside. "Like this, Jason?" she murmured, turning slowly, arching her back, letting Lia capture the curve of her ass, the damp patch darkening the front of her panties. Click. Click. Click. The shutter sound punctuated the thick silence.
"Top off," Lia commanded, her own pulse hammering in her throat. Sarah obeyed, peeling the tight top over her head, shaking out her hair. Her breasts, firm and tipped with hard, dark nipples, were fully exposed. Lia zoomed in, capturing the sheen of sweat still glistening on Sarah’s skin, the faint tremor in her thigh muscles. "Shower next," Lia said, nodding towards the ensuite. "Make it steamy."
Sarah padded naked into the bathroom, Lia following like a shadow, phone raised. The glass door hissed shut. Hot water cascaded, instantly fogging the enclosure. Sarah stood under the spray, head back, water sluicing down her body, plastering her hair to her shoulders. Rivulets traced the valley between her breasts, ran over her flat stomach, disappeared into the dark triangle at the apex of her thighs. Lia pressed the phone against the fogged glass, capturing blurred, erotic silhouettes: Sarah’s hand sliding down her belly, fingers parting her folds under the water. The muffled groan Sarah let out vibrated through the glass. Lia snapped picture after picture – the outline of Sarah’s hand moving rhythmically, the arch of her spine, the steam swirling around her like an erotic halo. "He’s gonna lose his mind," Sarah gasped, her voice thick with arousal and water.
Stepping out dripping, Sarah grabbed her phone from the vanity, towel forgotten. Water dripped onto the screen as she typed furiously, her eyes gleaming. Your turn, hubby. Show us what Lia’s missing. She hit send. A tense minute passed, the only sound their breathing and distant Parisian horns. Then, Jason’s reply: a photo. Him, naked in their shower back home, water beading on his chest, one hand gripping his thick, hard cock. Sarah laughed, low and triumphant. "Fuck yes. More. Bed. Now." Another photo arrived: Jason sprawled on their marital bed, cock standing rigid against his stomach, balls heavy beneath it. Sarah zoomed in, showing Lia the familiar planes of his body, the desperate hunger in his expression. "Look at him, Lia. Look how hard he is for us."
They moved back to the main room, shedding their own towels onto the plush carpet. The king-sized bed beckoned, cool sheets against flushed skin. Lia sank onto the edge, watching Sarah arrange herself against the pillows, legs spread wide. Lia raised her phone again, framing Sarah’s glistening cunt, her fingers already teasing her clit. "Tell him," Lia whispered, her own hand drifting unconsciously between her legs, feeling the slick heat there. "Tell Jason what you want."
Sarah’s eyes locked on the lens, her fingers plunging deep into her own wetness, then circling her clit hard. "I want your cock, Jason," she moaned, her voice raw and needy. "I want to feel you split me open. Fuck me harder than you fuck Lia. Make me scream." She pumped two fingers inside herself, the wet sounds obscenely loud. "I want your cum dripping out of me while she watches." Her hips bucked off the bed. "Fly out tomorrow. Fuck us both."