Page 35 of Thigh Highs
As it is, I just see the shot. Every line of her body speaks of sensuality, betrays a hundred possibilities, and I want to capture every single one of them in this photo. I want to ownthem.
I snap the shutterclosed.
Sheshivers.
I cross to the other side of the couch, facing her, and crouch down to eyelevel.
“Look at thecamera.”
I focus on her eyes. They’re wild, like an animal caught between the impulse to take flight or stay andfight.
“Open yourmouth.”
I stretch my hand out to run my thumb along her lips, and then part them, tugging downwards. When my skin grazes her teeth she lets out a moan so quiet it almost dies in herthroat.
The sound undoes me. I let the camera drop and feel it thud against my chest. I’m staring into her eyes without any barriers between us and she’s beautiful and terrifying, everything I want and everything I told myself I’d never wantagain.
Slowly, without looking away from me, she straightens up onto her knees. I watch as she trails a hand along her thigh, over her hip and the black lace that stretches across it, up her taunt stomach and between her breasts. I want to follow that path with mytongue.
I know the wrong words could shatter this moment, so I don’t say anything; I just lift the camera off me before bracing my palms on the arm of the couch and bending forwards to bring my lips to the band of herstocking.
When I start to trail them higher and meet with her bare thigh, she draws in a sharp breath and knots one of her hands in my hair. I keep moving up her leg, just grazing her body, and lift myself up when I reach the bottom of her stomach. We’re face to face now, but I focus my gaze on her shoulder, reaching out to hook a finger around the strap of her bra and tug it to the side. I lean forwards and press my mouth to the skin it was covering, letting one of my hands come to rest on herwaist.
She lets me keep moving up towards her neck for a moment, and then I feel her hand press against my chest, pushing me away. I let go of her and she settles back onto the couch, laying herself out in front of me. Her eyes drift to my camera on the floor and then back up to me. She spreads herlegs.
My already rapid heartbeat skyrockets at the thought of what she’s asking for. I pick up the camera and crouch down in front of heragain.
“Wider,” I command, watching through the lens. “I need your legs spreadwider.”
She does as I ask, drawing her knees up higher and giving me the view Iwant.
“Put one hand on your stomach. Good. Now put your other hand between yourlegs.”
She trails her fingers along the inside of her thigh but stops just short of where I needthem.
“Aaron,I—”
“Tease yourself.” I almost growl thewords.
She hesitates, and then starts to trace up and down the fabric that barely keeps her covered from me. She goes slow at first, like she’s embarrassed. I snap a photo and see her tremble at the sound. Her hand picks up speed, the muscles in her legs tensing and flexing as she works her fingers in a tightcircle.
I move to the front of the couch so I can see her from the side. Her chin tilts towards me, but her eyes are closed, mouth hanging slack withdesire.
“Please,” she murmurs. “Ineed—”
I don’t let her finish. “Arch your back. That’s it. Don’t move your hand. Now look at thecamera.”
I click the shutter the second her eyes flutter open, and I know I’ve captured everything: the dazed lust, the grasping need, and the flicker of doubt that all cross her expression as she looks atme.
“Aaron, you have to touch me. I need you to touchme.”
Christina. Christina begging for me to touchher.
I set the camera down and then I’m on my knees in front of the couch, leaning over her to press a kiss against her mouth. I feel her arms circle up to wrap around me, but I pull away and grab her wrist,hard.
“Don’t move your handyet.”
When I let go she goes back to touching herself. I lay a hand on her ribs and bring my mouth to her collarbone, then the hollow of her throat, then down to the cut-out in her bra that leaves the top of her breast exposed. She arches underneathme.
