I slid a hand over her chest, snapping a picture as I caressed the slope of her breast and snuck my thumb under the fabric to tease her nipple.
She let out a pretty little sigh, and her nipple stiffened under my touch.
“You are so fucking beautiful, and so fucking mine,” I said, setting the camera to the side, so I could touch her with both hands.
“So yours,” she murmured, as I slid the straps of her bra down and brought my mouth to her chest. I flicked the clasp on the back of her bra open and let it fall. Every inch of her lit me on fire. Even a lens between us wasn’t enough to slow me down.
She crooked her finger at me, and I crawled up on the chaise next to her, but before I could tuck myself between her thighs, she slipped away and grabbed her camera.
I collapsed onto my face. “Rosalind, you’re killing me.” I glanced up at her. She was standing in only a pair of lace panties, with the camera in one hand.
“Come on, husband, just a few pictures. For me?”
I sighed. “What do you want me to do?”
She bit her lip and looked me over. “Hook your thumb into the waistband of your boxers and pull them down just a little.”
I did as she instructed.
“More, more, more. Perfect.” The shutter clicked. “Fuck, that is so sexy.” She ran her tongue over my now exposed hip bone and my dick twitched for attention. “Slide your hand over. Put it where you wish my hand was right now.”
Again, I did as she said, palming my aching cock. I let out a moan at the feel of my own hand, and she snapped a few more pictures.
“Show me where else you wish I were touching you.” I pushed one hand under the waistband of my boxers and ran the other through my hair, scratching over my scalp, making it tingle. The camera clicked steadily as Rosalind moved closer. Pointing it first at my chest, then my abs, then my cock.
“Damn. You need to be naked,” she said.
I couldn’t agree more. I was on a hair trigger, just watching her eyes dilate, looking over my body. I shucked my boxers in a way that probably didn’t yield any great pictures, but it seemed she no longer cared. She put the camera back on the tripod and slid her panties down her legs before climbing over me.
A few clicks of the camera shutter felt like hours of foreplay, now I was primed and ready. One slip of my fingers over her center told me she was, too.
Chapter 16
Rosalind
Istraddled his lap and ran my hands over his chest.
“Condom?”
“I have an IUD, and we are married. I’m clean, and I trust you if you say you are too.”
He nodded, expelling all the air from his lungs as my ass came to rest against his thighs.
I grabbed him by the base, ran the head of his cock over my clit sending a shock wave of sensation through my center. As soon as he was against my entrance, I slid down his length. The first time we were together at the cabin, it had started out slow and sensuous. This had too, but in an entirely different way. The amount of trust he showed me by letting me take his picture in such an intimate pose was humbling. The realization that my dream might just be coming to fruition spurred me on, and I started to move over to him.
His chest was solid under my hands, his eyes focused on me as I moved my hips up and crashed them back down. His dick was the perfect size. Big enough to hit the right places, but not so big as to require a bottle of lube to get him in there.
He rested his hands over my hips, his thumb stroking the skin in a possessive, endearing way. I felt like his queen up here, between the chaise lounge, the luxurious blanket, and the way he was looking up at me like I’d hung the moon.
I wanted every woman I photographed to feel this sexy.
Every inch of me was hypersensitive from the erotic photography session we’d just completed. I rolled my hips over and over, bringing one hand between my legs to circle my clit. My movements faltered, and my mouth fell open as every muscle below my belly button contracted and spasmed. I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on how good it felt to be filled so perfectly by Derek.
My husband.
His grip on my hip tightened, and then he was thrusting up into me, dragging out the pleasure that was pulsating from my core.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his head coming back, the muscles of his neck and chest straining. He pulled my face to his, hitting me with a sloppy, wet kiss that drew back slowly as his orgasm abated.
