Page 15 of Candid Moments
The television is on and Denim is still on the sofa. However, instead of sitting up like I left him, he’s slouching on the sofa with his legs gapped. His long, muscular arms are stretched across the top of the sofa and his eyes are closed. Upon closer examination, I see he’s napping,sexily.
Denim is not only handsome but he’s blessed with a divine body and right now, I want to immortalize this beautiful image before me on camera. Inspired by him, I amble to the kitchen area and grab the two glass cups by the ice bucket. Careful not to wake him, I turn the television to prevent an unwanted glare, then ease to the coffee table and place both glasses on it, one in front of the other.
Shooting through glass brings an entirely new layer of depth to any image because it introduces new textures, influences the quality of light, and draws the viewer into the scene. It also establishes a new sense of context by incorporating reflections of the surrounding environment. In here, it’s the light from the windows and glass patio door and the lamp on the table by the sofa.
After kneeling in front of the glasses and table, I manually focus my camera to get him just how I envision him. Autofocus may get caught up on a reflection, smudges, or light glare and ruin this stunning man. I turn off my flash then twist my polarizing filter until I find the perfect angle and boom. I see it. I see him. With my wide-angle lens, I use the perimeter of the glasses as my frame and snap.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five shots later and my camera loves him. I become entranced and obsessed with capturing him. I’m so caught up that I don’t even notice when his body shifts.
Without opening his hazel eyes, he utters, “You like what you see?”
He’s awake and aware that I’m photographing him. I’m busted.
“My camera is obsessed,” I admit, no shame.
A wry smile creeps across his dark chocolate, handsome face as he sits all the way up. My camera captures every one of his moves; I can’t stop it. Even as he eases off the sofa and extends to his full height, I snap. I angle my view, disregarding the glass cups, and photograph each step he makes toward me. When he’s standing directly in front of me, he extends his hand to me. Assuming that he’s helping me up, I extend my hand but he shakes his head. He points to my camera instead. Out of pure curiosity, I hand my baby over to him then stand.
“Your turn,” he utters in a low, sexy tone and I smile.
No one has ever asked for my camera and I have to admit I’m intrigued. It also helps that the camera man is hella fine. Excited to see if he’s actually going to take my picture, I turn my head to the side and rest my chin on my right shoulder, displaying my best angle.
“I’m ready,” I say.
He raises my camera to his face, appears to angle and focus it, then takes a few pictures. “Is this your best side?” he asks playfully.
“Every side is my best.”
He snaps a few more shots, removes the camera from his face then says. “I have to agree.” He smiles appreciatively then lifts the camera. “Turn around,” he demands and I happily comply. Slowly and sexily, I turn then slightly arch my back. A low, deep laugh rumbles from his chest. “Sexy ass,” he mumbles as he takes more pictures.
This whole scene is fun and flirty and I’m loving all of it. Corey never entertained me with my camera. In fact, he viewedmy whole career and love of photography as just a hobby.Who makes six figures with a fucking hobby?
Denim is so different and it’s refreshing and attractive. I’m truly enjoying being on the other end of my camera. When I turn back to face him, he steps closer then takes two more shots. The camera lowers and the only lenses on me are his beautiful eyes. With so much intensity, he stares at me as he takes the last step keeping us apart. He places my camera on the table then wraps his arm around my waist.
My breath hitches from his magnetic touch. Then he pulls me in closer to him and I inhale his woodsy, spicy scent.God, he smells heavenly and his firm body feels wonderful next to mine.I’m comfortable, at ease, and relishing in our closeness. I’m hella attracted to this man and the fact that he is so solicitous only makes him more desirable. Although the circumstances that brought us here are fucked up, this moment isn’t. It simply feels right.
His hand grazes the side of my face then lands under my chin. After lifting my head, he locks his mesmerizing eyes with mine. The lust and desire in his eyes match mine because I want this. I want him.
“What else are you ready for?” he utters in a deep, sexy timbre.
“You,” I admit honestly.
He plants a tender kiss on my forehead, then my nose, and finally on my lips. Starting off slow, he pecks my lips with so much tenderness. I softly moan from the sensation and when my lips part, he slides his tongue in. I gladly accept it and he devours my mouth. Another erotic sound escapes my lips when I feel hishands grip my ass. My body presses into his more and I feel him stepping us to the bed. When the back of my legs hit it, we lightly fall back on the bed.
The fall momentarily disconnects our lips but not our eyes. As I try to catch my breath, his eyes scan my body and he smiles. Then, he leans back in and his lips return to mine and we start our tongue play again. His kisses are the perfect trifecta of passion, sensuality, and hunger, making my body inflame with desire. Kissing him all night would be my pleasure.
When his lips move from mine, I damn near pout but my disappointment is short lived. They move to my neck then my ears. As they migrate, so do his hands. They have snaked under my skirt and are caressing my thighs. His hands are as tender as his lips and I’m unraveling beneath him.
“You smell and taste so damn good,” he practically growls in my ear, sending shockwaves down my body. “Do you taste like this all over?”
His hands, lips, and sexy baritone have me mute; I can only respond with a nod. My response solicits a smirk from him then his face returns to mine. He captures my lips again and our tongues re-engage in their beautiful dance.
As we kiss, he manages to remove my skirt and my hoodie. When I’m down to just my bra and lace panties, his lips take a tour of my entire voluptuous body, causing a wave of ecstasy on my skin. When he reaches my panties, he plants kisses on top of them before slowly removing them. Then he eases off the bed.
“What’s wrong?” I ask in dismay.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just enjoying this beautiful view,” he compliments after licking his lip seductively. “Everything about you is gorgeous,” he adds, making me blush.
After removing his sweatshirt and tee, he gets back on the bed. His lips land on my legs. He kisses the side of my knee then trails his lips up to my inner right thigh. The next thing I feel is his warm tongue licking my slit and it feels a-fucking-mazing.
