Page 355 of Rock Me All Night
I pull my tank and bra straps off my arms. They hang under my armpits. It's unflattering from straight on, but it should work from overhead.
"Okay. Press me against the wall." I brace myself for the slight impact.
"Mmm, so bossy." He slides his arms around me and pulls us into position.
Somehow, we're closer this time. I can feel his heart beating against my chest, his breath against my neck.
His lips brush my skin. His fingers dig into the fabric of my jeans.
I shift, trying to get comfortable, trying to focus on taking pictures.Click, click, click. Then another angle and a few more for good measure.
"Wllllw." Tom's voice is muffled. "Yrrr ttts rrr prsssd tooo myyy faaaa."
"Huh."
He brings his hand to my shoulders and adjusts my position. "Your tits are pressed into my face."
"Oh."
"Not complaining. Just means... shit." His grip around me tightens. He blushes.
Why is Tom blushing?
I squeeze his shoulders, trying and failing not to slip.
Oh.
He's hard.
His erection is pressed against my crotch. Lots of denim in between us but there's no denying it.
Tom is hard.
My brain refuses to focus on anything else.
"Guess this is how actors feel when they shoot sex scenes." Tom blushes. He lifts me higher, so we aren't pressed quite as closely together. "You want down?"
"No." I take a deep breath. "Two more."
He motions to my chest. "Be careful with those things. I can't exactly get my rocks off with the salesgirl who was checking me out."
"No? Why is that?"
"It's not nice to tease a man who isn't allowed to masturbate." He smiles, confident, but still blushing.
"You look really cute with your cheeks pink," I say.
"You're blushing too." He grabs my hips and holds me against the wall. "You know, the mall will close eventually."
I bring my phone over my head and snap another set of pictures. Then I try a few from the side. "Okay. Let me down."
Tom keeps me pressed against the wall as he shifts back, breaking the contact of our bodies. I slide down the wall, setting me feet down one at a time.
He's still hard. I only barely manage to avoid gawking. It's really a marvel of denim technology that his jeans contain him.
Tom is not at all shy about resting his chin against my shoulder to check out the pictures. It's not as if he's intentionally rubbing against me. Just that he's not avoiding me. Not at all awkward. It's remarkable how comfortable he is with his body.
I go through the pictures, pointing out the winners and deleting the others. When we're finished, he helps me get my straps back into position and sends the photos to himself.
