I reach for his head. Knot my hand in his hair. Place the other behind my back. To hide the remote. And keep my balance.
Click, click.
I lean back. Click, click. I throw my head to one side. Click, click. Then the other click.
Then back. Click, click.
His nails dig into my thighs. Click, click.
My chest heaves with my inhale. Click, click.
My eyes meet his. Click, click.
It’s too much. Too close. Too real. Too intimate.
I unwind my legs. Shift backward. “That’s good.” Even breaths. Even voice. Even smile. “We should get some… where we can see the panties.”
“True.” He stands.
Click, click.
Again, his chuckle breaks up the tension. “You can ask me to pose.”
“No. You’re a natural. I don’t want to over-direct.”
“You don’t think I’ll listen?”
Both. Mostly my inability to articulate anything besides Forest. Naked. Now. “Why don’t you sit? I’ll sit on you. We’ll get the front. And the back.”
He sits next to me. Shoots me that same wicked smile. “Yes, mistress.”
He’s in character. That’s it.
That must be it.
I move him into the center of the shot. Then I shift into his lap.
He looks up at me like I’m everything he wants. Click, click.
I run my hand through his dark hair. Click, click.
He copies my gesture. Pulls my hair aside. Click, click. Rests his palm on my cheek. Click, click. Turns my head, so my neck is inches from his mouth. Click, click.
I arch my back into the air. Click, click. Then I settle into his lap. Click, click.
He wraps one arm around me. Click, click.
I hook my legs around his waist. Click, click.
He slips two fingers under the strap of my bra. Click, click. Undoes the hook. Click, click.
The lace falls to my sides.
I shift back. Catch it. Redo the hooks. “We, uh… we need it in the shot.”
He looks at me with confusion. Then he blinks and he’s back to the Forest I know. A hard wall with a few soft places. And, uh…
Not thinking about hard places.
I shift off him.
Turn to the camera. Click, click.
He reaches for me. Click, click. Rests his hand on my hip. Click, click. Tugs at my thong. Click, click.
“Widen your legs,” I say.
He does.
I sit between them.
He brings his mouth to my neck. Click, click.
His lips skim my skin.
Softly.
Then harder.
Harder.
My eyelids flutter together.
My fingers dig into my thighs.
He pushes my bra strap off my shoulder. Click, click. Wraps his arm around me. “Do you want to take it off?” He motions to my bra.
My body screams yes. I try to find logic. Artistry. Something besides my libido.
It’s a good shot, the bra next to us, his arm covering my chest. Like the lingerie is so hot we can’t help but fuck.
But that means…
He’s going to see me topless.
I… Uh…
“Skye?” His voice is still heady. “You want me leading?”
“Yeah.”
He nods sure. His hand goes to my mid-back.
Slowly, he undoes the strap of my bra. Click, click.
Slowly, he slides the right strap off my shoulder.
Then the left.
I hold my arm over my chest. Catch the fabric. Click, click.
Let it fall. Click, click.
Let my arm fall. Click, click.
His breath quickens. His lips brush my neck. His fingertips skim my stomach.
Higher and higher and—
He pulls his hand away. Brings it to my neck. Turns my head so I’m looking into his eyes.
Click, click.
His eyelids flutter together.
Mine follow suit.
Then his lips are on mine.
He tastes good. Like honey. And something all Forest.
His lips are soft. Sweet.
They close around my bottom lip.
He sucks softly.
Then harder.
Harder.
Click, click.
I mean to pull back; I do.
But instead my lips part.
His tongue slips into my mouth. It dances with mine. Commands mine.
He kisses me like he’s claiming me.
Like I’m the only thing he wants.
The remote slips from my hand.
I don’t stop to get it.
I kiss him back.
Kiss him harder.
Deeper.
He pulls me closer. Until I can feel his cock against my ass.
He’s hard.
Not because of the shoot or his imagination or his need for his ex.
For me.
It’s everything.
It’s perfect.
Then there’s this sound. Footsteps. A familiar voice.
The door handle turning.
Holden.
I jump off the bed. Scramble into my robe.
Forest tosses something at the door.
Holden’s laugh fills the room. “Damn, I missed something good.”
I cinch my robe. Turn back to the interrupter. “Go. Away.”
“Sure.” He smiles no problem. “Just thought you’d want to know Daisy is on her way.”
I clear my throat.
Forest shoots his brother a death glare. “We’re aware.”
“Don’t stop on my account.” Holden moves into the hallway. “Seems like it was just getting interesting.”
Forest throws a pillow at his head.
Holden catches it. Blows me a kiss. “Hope you’re wearing that to the party.” He turns, closes the door, moves down the stairs.
Forest shakes his head. “Sorry, he’s an idiot.”
“Yeah, I mean… we’re obviously just…”
“Right.”
“It doesn’t—”
“Exactly.” His eyes stay on the floor. “Do you need the room?”
“No, I, uh… my clothes are in Holden’s.”
Forest nods sure. “Should we…” He motions to the camera. “Do you need more?”