Page 23 of Dirty Shots

Chapter Eight

Anya

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Anya left the bathroom, still wearing nothing but her heels. She dropped the purse. Eric had poured her another glass of wine, and she took it gratefully, though she’d have preferred water to quench her thirst. Still, the wine was delicious, and she wasn’t complaining. Eric had replaced the sheets of white paper on the floor and now stood at his tripod, making adjustments to his camera. He glanced at her over the camera, his eyes trailing up and down her naked body.

“You’re killing me, Anya,” he said. “You can’t just stand there, all flushed, naked apart from a set of heels, drinking a glass of wine, and not expect me to want to bend you over that couch and take you here and now.”

His words sent a thrill through her. “Eric, your photographs ...?”

He seemed to have to tear his eyes from her. “I know. You’re just too distracting.”

“Get the pictures taken,” she said, feeling brazen. “Then I’ll let you fuck me.”

“This is going to be the quickest shoot in the history of photography.”

Without needing to be told, Anya put down her glass, crossed back to his studio area, and got down on her hands and knees again.

“This will be easier now,” he said, producing the plug again. It looked big, but the thick end probably wasn’t much thicker than Eric’s two fingers. He was right; she did feel more relaxed about it now. He’d already shown her that she could do it.

He applied more lubricant, and then placed the slender tip of the plug against her anus. It was unbelievably cold, and she said so.

“Sorry, I thought having it in my pocket would warm it up a bit.”

“Don’t worry, just keep going.”

He applied pressure and the tip of the plug slipped inside her ass. She was already loose for him, but her muscles still instinctively tightened at the intrusion.

“It’s okay,” he told her, obviously having sensed her tensing up. “We’ll take this slowly.”

The plug slid inside her, another fraction of an inch, then a little more. She was aware of her muscles working both with and against him, pulling the item inside her while contracting to prevent entry. The effect was strange, completely different from having Eric’s supple, warm fingers inside her.

He straightened, his hands leaving her body. “There. It’s fully in.”

Eric stood and grabbed his camera. He gave her instructions, though just being under his scrutiny was enough to let Anya know how to move for him. “Arch your back a little more,” he told her. “Yes, that’s beautiful.”

With each stretch of her limbs or elongation of her back, she paused just long enough for him to snap some images, before she moved to the next pose. Having the plug in her ass gave her something else to think about. She wanted to display the toy to the best of her ability, but was also hyper-aware of the possibility of it slipping out. And as she moved, her arousal built once more.

“Will you fuck me like this?” she asked him.

He didn’t even need to respond. He dropped to his knees beside her, his arm snaking around her back to pull her up onto her knees as well. His hand slid up, lacing in her hair, and his lips found hers. She relished the kiss, his tongue gentle yet firm as it explored her mouth. She’d expected him to be fierce and desperate—she’d already had one orgasm, but he’d been kept waiting—but instead he was slow and gentle with her.

Carefully, he reclined her onto the white sheets beneath them. She found herself having to clench her muscles to prevent the plug slipping from her body. She stretched back, her arms palm up either side of her head, her breasts jutting upward and heaving as she breathed. Her eyes stayed focused on Eric’s face, but his gaze roamed up and down her body. He spread her legs, his palms pressed gently on the inside of her thighs, opening her to him. Her feet were flat on the floor, her knees bent.

Eric stood, leaving her in that position, and began to unbutton his shirt. There was no sign of teasing on his face, the seriousness of his expression making her heart race. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned, gym-hard torso beneath. He shucked the material from his shoulder and dropped it to the ground behind him. Next went his belt, flicking the buckle open and yanking the length from the belt loops. For a moment, he hesitated, and she wondered what thoughts had come into his head—whipping her bottom with the leather, perhaps, or tying her hands above her head. But he did neither, perhaps storing the idea away for another time, and simply let the belt join the discarded shirt. He kicked off his shoes and began to work on his pants. She could see the bulge beneath his fly, the long length she knew would be inside her soon. It was everything she could do to stop herself trembling in anticipation. Everything was heightened from the plug in her ass, and she wanted him so badly she thought she might explode with it.

Eric seemed to sense her urgency, and did everything too slow to tease her, to continue building her so when she finally did find release, she might lose her mind.

He popped the button of his fly and pulled down the zipper. His erection sprang free, long and hard and thick. She stared, panting with want, desperate to touch him. But instead Eric’s hand circled around his cock, massaging up and down, his big palm stroking the smooth, purple head, his thumb flicking over the drop of pre-cum to lubricate his own way. She stared as he masturbated himself, his eyes locked on the secret spot between her thighs.

This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

He let the pants fall from his hips and stepped out of them. Then he knelt between her spread thighs, his lower lip slack with desire as he took in the sight of her slick pussy and the head of the plug stopping her anus just below.

He bent down, placing his mouth to her pussy and giving her slit a couple of long, slow licks.

She whimpered. “Just take me Eric. I need you.”

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