Pushing the first licks of arousal away, I turned his body face-on to the camera, then released the button and zipper of his pants.
He set his hands on my hips and drew me close. His hips greedily jutted forward as his voice lowered. “Are we doing kinky shit now?”
“Not yet.” Those two words, more breathless than I was proud of, rekindled his broody impatience.
Extracting myself from his tempting embrace and pushing him to arm’s length forced me to regain focus.
“Now fist both sides of your open pants and tense your arms. I want you to tease like you’re shoving them down, but don’t give too much away. I don’t want to see peen.”
Mickey snorted. “You always want to see my dick, Kimmie.”
“But my camera doesn’t, so keep it covered,” I sassed, lifting the camera once more. “Look down…”Click.“And look up at me with a smoulder.”Click.“And—hey! Stand still!”
Ignoring my exclamation, Mickey kept stalking in my direction. He barely stopped before roughly cupping my face and kissing me until I fought to breathe.
“Photo shoot is done,” he hissed. “I want younow.”
“But what about the boudoir shots?”
Darkened irises searched mine before he snapped. “You’ve got five minutes. After that, the rules don’t apply.”
“Keep your pants on and go wait for me out there.” Flustered, I gave him a little push to send him on his way.
My fingers shook as I connected the camera to the tripod. My breath shallowed as I set it to auto focus, and my pulse galloped as I plugged in the remote shutter release. I removed my tank and long skirt, then held my breath as I stepped out from behind the last remaining barrier between us.
He waved me over with a seductive sweep of his hand, then clasped my face between his heated palms again.
Click.
He took his time kissing me, tenderly and sweetly, all while the camera shutter clicked in the background.
“Where do we start?” he whispered huskily.
“We already have,” I breathed out.
Mickey dashed a quick glance at the camera, then back to me. Passion and affection brought the copper flecks in his eyes to life and lured my lips back to his. When he boosted me into his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist, and the bite of his fingers on my hips spurred us on.
The remote between my fingers remained forgotten until he lowered me to the floor. I gasped from the chill and goosebumps spread across my body.
“Pose for me,” Mickey gritted out, smoothing his hands up and down my thighs.
Elongating my arms above my head and arching my back, I tilted my chin high and closed my eyes while subtly pressing the camera remote again. I gave Mickey no instruction, and didn’t need to. He kissed his way down my stomach, then licked a path from my panty line to my belly button.
Heat from his torso washed over me, and I opened my eyes to find him hovering above and on the verge of losing control.
Click, click, click.
His roughened palms planed up my arms until his entire body caged mine.
Click. Click.
I took one last image before his fingers pried the remote from mine.
“Five minutes is up, Babykay. What we’re going to do next doesn’t need to be documented.”
He pushed up onto one arm while shoving his pants and underwear down. My fingers traced lines down his sculpted torso, then up the ridges of his flexed abs. As soon as he wrenched my underwear to the side, my knees fell wider to accommodate his hips nestling close.
Mickey let out a long, satisfied groan as he eased into my body. “You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he murmured.