Page 70 of Dirty Shots

She could feel him holding back. He probably wanted to fuck her hard and fast now, and would come within seconds, but she wanted him to hold off. This would be so much better for him if he waited, and all she wanted to do was give him pleasure.

Gently, she rubbed the spot. She kissed him, slow and sensual, and they began to move together again, Eric deep inside her.

“I’m close,” he said against her mouth. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

Her own climax was beginning to build, a slow burn deep in her belly, all of the muscles down there tight with anticipation. The pleasure grew stronger and she squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to break her concentration of the sublime feeling of Eric’s cock embedded deep inside her, while she penetrated him. They were joined, connected, both physically and mentally, and for Anya, that was as much of a turn-on as anything.

Eric gave a groan, his movements suddenly increasing in pace. She applied more pressure to his prostate and his groan turned into a yell. He thrust hard, deep inside her, and her own orgasm broke over her in waves. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids, sparks of pleasure igniting every nerve ending in her body. Her pussy pulsated and clenched. Their hips bucked and met, and Eric spurted hot streams of cum inside her. He thrust again, and again, and then held himself deep before slumping on top of her.

Anya panted as her orgasm released her from its throes. She slipped her finger from Eric’s body and allowed him to twist around on the couch, pulling her into his embrace. Their legs wound together, and she slung her arm over his naked, damp torso, and rested her head on his chest.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said, his breathing returning to normal. “You are fucking amazing.”

She lifted her head to look at him with a smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He kissed her, and then she rested her head back down.

“I love how you’re so open about everything. You make me feel as if I could suggest anything and you’d never judge me for it.”

She laughed. “You mean you love that I’m as perverted as you are.”

He joined her laughter. “Perverted? Me?” He fell silent and then said, “Actually, I had Logan call me today.”

Her heart beat a little faster at the mention of the other guy’s name. “Oh, yeah? Was he checking I hadn’t backed out?”

“Partly that, but he also mentioned the photo shoot again. The one involving the two of you. I told him I would talk to you about it.”

Even though she’d just come, she felt the blood rush to her already engorged pussy, her clit tingling. She was in love with Eric, there was no doubt about it in her mind—but that didn’t mean the idea of having Logan so physically close didn’t turn her on. In her mind, Logan would be like having another toy, only a male, living, breathing version. But the last thing she would want to do was cause any kind of jealousy between her and Eric. She would never do anything to jeopardize what they had.

She lifted her head. “I wouldn’t want anything to come between us, Eric. That’s the most important thing to me.”

He frowned. “Why would it come between us? It’s art, Anya. It’s photography.”

“Could you really watch another guy have sex with me?” Sometimes, she wished he would be just a little more jealous. But even so, the thought sent a thrill of excitement through her.

“You wouldn’t be having sex with him, Anya. It’s simply simulating the sex act for the photographs.”

“But we’d be naked,” she said. “And he’d put his cock inside me.”

“Not at first. We can see how it goes, and take it from there. You’re both beautiful people, and your images would be stunning.”

“But ...” She didn’t know how to say it, without fear of upsetting him. But she needed to. If this were to happen, they needed to be completely open with each other. “But what if I enjoyed it?”

He laughed. “I wouldn’t expect you to not enjoy it! I’d never ask you to do something you didn’t get pleasure from.”

Well, Eric didn’t seem to have a problem with her being naked with Logan. Was she really going to turn this opportunity down?

She lifted her head and smiled. “Okay, tell him we’ll do it.”

He kissed her. “Did I tell you that you’re amazing?”

She shrugged. “Well, yeah, but I don’t mind if you repeat yourself.”

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