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“Wanna see?” I offer again.
She nods. Her eyes are more eager this time. I crawl behind her, my legs bracketing her hips. She leans into me; my cock half hard between us. I hold the camera up for her, my arms around hers, my chin on her shoulder, as I click through the images.
“Do you like them?” I ask after a heavy silence. I want her to like them. I do.
“Yeah,” she says; thebutis silent.
“You want me to delete them?” I ask, my thumb already hovering over the dial, even if that’s the last thing I want to do.
“No,” she says quickly. “I want…” She leans to the side, like she’s trying to meet my eye even if she won’t look at me. “Can you make them more…explicit?”
I have to sit with her words before I can respond. They’re already pretty explicit. But also, my brain can’t answer her with words, in the English language, and process all the potential poses I’m now imagining her in, at the same time.
“Yes,” I say, because that is the only acceptable answer to that question. “How? Like, full frontal?”
She shrugs, her hair tickling my inner arms. “That, and more sexual?” She leans into my hips again, hers canting to make her point.
I put the camera down, and Chloe turns to face me. Her palm on my upper thigh is both warm and a shock.
“Like us? Together? Photos of us having sex?”
“You don’t have to be in them.” She brushes her lips across the stubble on my chin, like she’s soothing me. My heart pounds, but I don’t think it needs soothing. I catch her chin, her lips, press my thumb over her mouth. “You make me feel beautiful,” she says against my skin. “Sexy. These photos are sexy. I want more.”
More.
More sounds dangerous, feels risky. More sounds like famous last words. But who am I to deny her? Even if they’ll probably end upmyfamous last words, not hers.
“I can give you more,” I say, suddenly haggard-sounding.
She kisses me, forceful, tender, like she’s grateful.
I pull away before the kiss steals all my focus. With all my control and as much gentleness as I can muster, I say, “Get on your knees.”
She kneels on the bed, the robe thrown to the floor, her hair falling down her back. She spreads her thighs just enough that if I wanted to, I could fit my hand between them, her palms up, an offering.
I open the blinds all the way to let the light in. My parents’ house backs onto a ravine, so unless there’s a literal peeping Tom in the trees across from my bedroom window, no one can see in. “You okay with this?” I ask anyway. If someone were to catch a glimpse of my naked ass through the window, fine, but I don’t want to leave her unsafe or overexposed. Especially when she’s giving methis, her trust.
She nods, and I snap a photo of her from here, next to the window. Her eyes are wide, her face open, hiding nothing. Because I’m selfish, all I want to do is keep going, dig deeper to find the secrets she’s buried.
I step onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight as I walk slowly toward her. She follows me with her eyes, never looking away from me. Like the camera isn’t even here between us. “Stay like that.” I breathe the words, afraid even the slightest change in this equilibrium will break whatever spell we’ve cast on each other.
Click.
To keep my balance, I stand with my legs spread, wide enough that it feels conspicuous, even a little obscene, considering I’m also naked and she has an eye-level view of the blood rushing to my cock. But when I tell her to look down, when I move in closer to catch a close-up of her hair falling across her lip, she doesn’t flinch.
She licks her lips through the camera lens, blinking from the camera to my cock and away again. At this point, I’m so hard, I’m surprised I can’t see the head of my dick in the frame. “You want that?” I ask, my voice hoarse as I record her reaction in one-sixtieth shutter speed.
Her throat moves as she swallows. “My mouth is watering,” she says, her voice soft, almost sweet, but sure.
Proud.
God, she’s beautiful.
The idea of my cock in her mouth on camera is too much, so I settle for my fingers. Holding the camera in my right hand, I reach out with my left. She opens her mouth without hesitation, and I drag the pads of my middle and ring fingers over her pouty lower lip and slip them into her warm, wet heat.
Click.
She closes her mouth around me, sucking my fingers deeper.
