I regarded him through the LCD screen on the back of my camera, framing up a good shot. "Since we'll be having sex, yes, I'll take my clothes off."
A grin spread across his face, lighting up his entire expression.
I pressed the shutter button, capturing a shot of him in that moment when he'd realized I wanted to fuck right here, right now. My heartbeat sped up, and my nipples pearled. He had a killer grin, for sure.
"You should be a model," I said, taking another picture. I peeked at him over the top of my camera, though he couldn't see it. "Oh wait, you already are."
As I moved around him, snapping shot after shot, I got more and more aroused by the sight of him. He didn't preen or do any of the silly poses hotshot models might do. He followed my directions, lifting an arm or sliding a hand into his hair. Honestly, the man looked incredible doing nothing at all. He didn't need to pose, he simply needed to be.
"On your back," I said.
He rolled onto his back and linked his hands under his head.
After one more shot, I set my camera on the chair he'd moved out of the way.
"Is the session over?" he asked.
"Yes, the photography session is." I took hold of my shirt's hem and flipped it up and over my head, letting it sail down to the floor. "But we're just getting started."
He stared at my flimsy bra, and his dick began to swell.
The thin lace of my bra left most of my breasts exposed and revealed the dusky pink of my nipples. They pushed against the fabric, aching for his touch. I shimmied my hips more than necessary as I eased my shorts down over my hips. They fell to the floor, and I stepped out of them.
Val groaned.
My panties were as flimsy as my bra.
I reached behind my back to undo my bra one hook at a time. Once I'd freed them all, I shrugged the bra off my shoulders. It fluttered to the floor, joining my shirt and shorts.
His dick rose up like a flagpole.
Licking my lips, unable to tear my gaze away from his cock, I wriggled out of my panties.
A groan resonated in his chest.
I dropped to all fours and crawled toward him until I straddled his body. My face hovered over his groin and the beautiful, rosy-tipped erection I craved.
"Eve," he said, turning my name into the most erotic thing I'd ever heard, "you surprise me at every turn. I'd expected I would have to seduce you. Instead, here you are climbing up my body with a ravenous look on your face."
"Mmm, I am ravenous." I licked the head of his cock. "For this."
No more excuses. No more waiting.
I gave his erection another long, slow lick. "I want you in my mouth, Val."
Chapter Twelve
Val
I must've been gaping at the woman crouched over the lower half of my body. I couldn't help it. Eve Holt, the woman who'd sworn she wouldn't get naked with me, wanted to take my cock in her mouth. She had already surprised me with her sudden announcement she wanted to have sex. Her little striptease had made me hard, but her desire to give me a blow job stunned me. Wasn't this the same woman who'd said she didn't sleep with guests anymore?
Not that I was complaining. The most enticing woman I'd ever laid eyes on wanted to suck me like a lollipop. What man in his right mind would say no?
I slid a hand into her hair. "You're incredible, Eve. You can be sure I'll go down on you next."
She laved my crown with her tongue, making me suck in a breath. "I look forward to that. But first, I've got to eat you up."
"Don't make me come. I want to save that for when I'm inside you."