I sink my fingers into her hair and watch with slack-jawed wonder as she worships me with her mouth. As she drives my cock deep enough to make her lips kiss my abs, and then as she pulls away so only a strand of saliva connects her to my length.
"Goddamn, that's a pretty sight," I mutter, guiding her head with my hand on the back of her head. My hips want to pump myself deeper, but I hold myself back, content with watching myself disappear between her lips.
My lust-filled comment takes a second to register, but when it does, an idea starts to take root. I watch myself disappear between her lips once, twice, three times, before forcing myself to look away and reach for the object that is suddenly the focus of my attention.
Thankfully, Dani had thrown her backpack on my bed when we walked into the room. So it's easy to reach for it and pull her camera out.
I see her eyes open and look up at me when she feels me moving around, though her mouth never stops what it's doing. She's singularly focused on slowly driving me out of my mind. It's the whole reason I reached for the camera in the first place, because the sight of her this obsessed with mypleasure is too addicting not to document.
"Can I?" I ask her quietly, taking the lens cover off and holding the camera up in question.
She continues her lazy movements me for a few seconds, her eyes never leaving mine. There's an air of seriousness surrounding my question, because even though it's Dani's camera, and I'd have no access to the pictures unless she gives them to me, I'm stilltaking pictures of her.I'm still solidifying this moment between us and creating a way for us to remember it long after the pleasure has subsided and the sweat has cooled on our bodies.
So I find myself holding my breath as I wait for her answer. Even the urge for release dies down, as ifmybody senses the importance of the question and shoves the lust down for a few moments.
But then she pulls her mouth off of my length and says quietly, "Yes." And the breath immediately rushes from my lungs.
When she doesn't go back to what she was doing, just extends her tongue and swirls it around the tip, I scramble to turn the camera on so I can quickly snap a picture.
"Fuck,Dani," I growl. "I want a copy of this. This is the hottest thing I've ever seen."
She doesn't answer, just huffs a laugh and sucks me between her lips again.
I think I snap another picture but I can't be sure—I’m too busy groaning through the pleasure and fighting my hips from driving up into her mouth.
It only takes me three more pictures to lose that fight. Eventually, I drop the camera to the bed and weave my fingers into Dani's hair so I can hold her in place as I thrust my hips up. She moans at the show of control and takes me as deep as she can.
"You're going to make me come," I say tightly, unable to stop my hips from pumping. I'mthiscloseto letting her finish this, even though I don't want it to be over. I never want these moments with her to be over. Butsheseems to want to do it this way, and I'm finding myself more and more helpless to give this girl what she wants.
She pops her lips off of me and straightens, letting her hands take over the job. I somehow manage to reach for the camera again when I see the look of unabashed hunger on her face.Her head snaps up when she hears the click of the camera.
"Take your clothes off," I say in a voice more breathless than I intend. But I'm dying here and I can't take this for much longer.
Then again, it doesn't help matters when Dani whips her shirt off and I see that she's braless. And turned on enough to make her nipples tighten into perfect little points that immediately make me desperate to suck on them. Or when she wiggles out of her leggings and I realize that she's once again not wearing any underwear.
"Ride me, baby, please," I beg mindlessly. "I don't want to come anywhere but inside you. Get up here and put me out of my misery."
She hesitates, the fist that's been pumping me slowing to an easy pace. I think her original intention was just to give me a blowjob, but I can see the desire light in her eyes and I watch as the temptation to take her own pleasure becomes too much to fight. Her resolve to tease crumbles before my eyes.
The second after I see her make the decision, she reaches over me to open my nightstand and retrieve a condom. She slides it over my length just as I snap a picture, this time wanting to capture her desperation for me. But when she settles over me and takes every inch of me inside her in one smooth glide, the only thing I'm conscious enough to do is groan and let the hand holding the camera fall to the bed.
"God, that's never going to stop feeling incredible," she breathes, her eyes drifting closed. She shifts her hips slightly, taking her time getting used to how I feel.
I think I'm holding my breath as she does it. While I stare at her as she does it.
Then she lifts up and slowly drops back down.
A groan rips out of my chest at the sensation.
Slowly, almost lazily, she starts to move. Up and down, rocking her hips and grinding down on me every time she drops her weight into my lap. With her hands braced on my chest and her head thrown back, eyes still closed, she's a fuckingvision.
And I'm the lucky bastard that gets to witness it.
I'm too mesmerized by the sight to do anything more than clutch the camera in my hand and stare at her. But when she hits a rhythm that makes a whimper slips from her lips, I can't stop myself from lifting it and snapping a picture. Suddenly wanting, more than anything else, to capture this new feeling between us.
The click of the camera causes her eyes to open. I watch as awareness returns to her gaze—as she slips out of the haze she fell into and finally senses the weight of this moment.
I see a flash of panic in her eyes, which is the absolute last thing I want her to be feeling. So I drop the camera beside me and grip her hips instead, joking tightly, "This is starting to feel more like a reward for you than a celebration for me."