Matilda first had to find out whether camcorders still existed. People mostly recorded things on their phones nowadays. She didn’t want to use her phone for this. At 2am she was browsing a website, looking for cheap, portable cameras. At 7:35am the same morning, the cameras were delivered.
She unwrapped them from their boxes. Four cameras. One for the head of her bed, one for the foot, one for directly above the bed and one… where? She scanned the room and finally decided on the a camera facing the orange corduroy lounge chair. Yes, they could get up to something in that chair. She imagined herself naked, straddling Byron’s lap, head back and vamping for the camera.
Matilda was getting ahead of herself. She didn’t know if Byron would even go for it yet. He’d given a preliminary okay for the idea, but there was a difference between saying yes in conversation and really meaning yes.
There was a tap at the door.
Byron.
Matilda raced downstairs and opened the front door. The world outside was still early-morning crisp. Byron stood in the doorway looking particularly handsome. His swoop of brown hair hanging over his eyes. Those gorgeous ice blue eyes. Matilda swept the hair away and gazed deep into those blue eyes. She took in a deep breath and felt complete.
‘It’s good to see you,’ Byron said.
‘You haven’t seen what I’ve done yet.’
She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. The cameras were small and discreet, but visible. Matilda pointed them out.
‘You were serious about that?’ Byron asked, his thick brown eyebrows raised.
‘Only if you’re okay with it, of course.’
‘Of course I’m okay with it.’ Byron smiled. Dimples formed in his cheeks. His cupid’s bow mouth looked friendly and inviting.
Matilda stood up on her tip-toes and pressed a kiss onto Byron’s lips. She snaked her arms around his waist and felt the warmth of him. She was lucky to have a boyfriend who was quite this understanding.
Using an app on her phone, Matilda activated the cameras. A tiny red light showed each camera was recording.
‘Where do you want to start?’ Matilda asked, looping her arms around Byron’s neck. She gazed up at him. Love seemed to vibrate from her body to his.
‘As always, I’m here to follow your lead.’
Matilda tugged Byron over to the bed. She spun him around and laid him down flat against the mattress. His smile shone up at her. It was all Matilda could do to stop herself from leaping on him there and then.
Instead, she unbuttoned his jeans. She slipped them down to his knees. The underwear came down next. Byron’s hard cock pointed up towards his belly. He really was excited by all this.
Matilda swept her vibrant red hair out of her face and brought her mouth down onto Byron’s erection. She kissed and licked tentatively at first. Only Byron’s pleasurable moans signalled to her that it was okay to go further. She took the thick hog into her mouth and sucked up and down.
Her hair was in her face now. Her hands gripped onto his padded hips. Matilda’s fingernails dug into the flesh there. She didn’t care. It didn’t seem as if Byron cared either. His hands found her hair. He guided her head. Faster. More. Everything.
Matilda pulled back. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
‘What’s wrong?’ Byron asked between panting breaths.
‘We can’t finish now,’ Matilda told him. ‘We’ve only just started.’
She pulled up her floral skirt and discarded her knickers. Matilda pushed Byron back onto the bed and mounted him.
‘I want the video to be longer than five minutes,’ she explained. ‘Is that okay?’
Byron nodded. ‘It’s okay with me.’
Matilda sank down onto his erect penis, enveloping him in her warmth. Her hands steadied on his abdomen, she began to ride.
For the first time, Matilda looked deep into one of the cameras. She imagined what it would look like, watching all this back. She imagined editing it and putting it online for the entire world to see. Her own little art project.
‘Aaaah.’ She gasped and moaned at the same time. Whether it was the feeling of Byron inside her or her own fantasy, she couldn’t tell. She could only feel herself drawing closer to an orgasm. Her abdomen tightened. Her core clenched. She rode and rode and rode.
Byron grabbed her slender hips. ‘What about… your five minutes?’ He puffed out the words.
Matilda was too close by now. Too, too close. She leaned forward and covered Byron with her body. Let her breasts push against his muscled chest. She covered her mouth with her own and gave him one last, desperate kiss.
With that, she came. Streamers and fireworks and goddamned parade floats passed through her body. Power jagged out of her fingertips like lightning bolts. She came, she came, she came.
She came back to herself with her head on Byron’s shoulder. Her hair was full of sweat. Her hands were pale and limp. She liked that orgasmic feeling of disappearing for a few seconds. That little death, as the French called it. This time, she would be able to see where she went.
Rolling onto her back, Matilda reached for her phone. She deactivated the cameras and uploaded the footage to the app. She dropped the phone onto the bed and clung to Byron’s side. She wouldn’t look at the footage right now. That would be the next adventure. The next fantasy.
