“No. These are for us alone.”
She liked the possession in his voice and couldn’t resist pushing a little more. “What if I begged you to share?”
“I like the thought of you begging. I really like the idea that you’re an exhibitionist. But I can’t stand the thought of sharing you with anyone. Maybe a way down the road, when we know each other better. Maybe. For now, I’m going to be really fucking selfish and keep you all for me.”
“I’m good with that.”
“Now that we have negotiations out of the way…” He settled a hand on her hip and guided her to stand at the foot of the bed. He stepped back several feet. “Take off your top.”
His command lodged inside her, raising her temperature and making her pulse race. He snapped the first picture as she grabbed the hem of her shirt. Part of her said this should stop; it was embarrassing. It was more of a turn-on, though. Her nipples were hard in anticipation. Doing this for the camera, even with him as the photographer, was different than him simply seeing her naked.
She glided her hands up her sides as she stripped off her Tee, then tossed it aside.
“Jeans next.” He clicked the button, and the digital shutter sound filled the room. His attention alternated between the phone screen and her.
She spun and shimmied out of her pants, shaking her butt at him in the process, and kicked them toward the growing pile. She turned back to face him, feeling both self-conscious and completely turned on, in nothing but her bra and panties. She licked her lips. Dampness grew between her legs.
“Play with your tits.”
She reached behind her to unhook her bra.
“No. Through the fabric.”
She liked this game. The lace was rough against her fingertips, and the padding underneath soft against her breasts. She whimpered at the contrasting sensations. Kneaded and massaged, desire tightening in her gut and tingling between her legs.
It felt like ages but was only a few minutes of pictures and the delicious sensation of his gaze, before he said, “Now the bra can come off. Slowly.”
She took her time unhooking the clasps and dragging the straps down her arms. The cool air hit her chest, shocking against the warmth, and she clenched her thighs together.
“Pinch your nipples.”
She obliged, tugging and twisting, sending spikes of pleasure flowing over her. She swayed her hips in time with her touch.
“Fuck. I love watching you.” He dragged out the words. “Are you wet?”
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m so wet.” Words that sounded awkward in her head made her mouth dry and her fingers twitch with want when she spoke them.
“Do you play with yourself a lot?”
“Yes.” She liked admitting that. It was wicked, and the way he dragged his gaze over her made her feel wanted.
“Show me. Strip off your panties, lie on the bed, and spread yourself wide. I want to see that gorgeous bald pussy and your fingers sliding over it, while you tell me about how you get off.”
She shed the rest of her clothing and followed his orders. The click of the camera when she opened her legs drove her wild. “The night of the wedding, after you told me that first story, I went home and wore out my vibrator.”
“Mmm.” His groan slid through her. “I fucking love that. Show me.”
She spread herself open, each shutter click pulsing against through her. She stroked slowly, wanting to drag the moment out.
“Don’t hold back. Make yourself come.”
“If you insist.” She zeroed in on the source of her need and traced tiny circles as climax built inside, drawing her closer to the edge. Hurling her over.
She arched her back when she came, gasping and moaning.