“Perfect,” he repeats. “Put one arm behind your head and let the blanket trail over the edge of thecouch.”
I follow hisinstructions.
“Now run your hand along yourthigh.”
Even just the feeling of my own hand raises goose bumps on my skin. Aaron stepscloser.
“Can Ijust...?”
He reaches for the edge of the babydoll, and when I don’t say anything in protest, he lifts the edge up so part of my stomach isexposed.
“Now if you just twist so thatyou’re—”
His hand closes over my hip and the sudden contact draws a gasp from me. His eyes snap up to mine, which I’m sure are wide with shock, both at his touch and how much I suddenly want it. His mouth drops open just slightly as the same heat I feel floods his features. He swallows and his thumb brushes over my hip, quickly enough that I tell myself it was just atwitch.
“So that you’re—” He has to pause to clear his throat, his voice now deeper than before. “So that you’re turned towards me a bitmore.”
I shift under his grip and he pulls his hand away, backing up and crouching down again to hold up the camera. He works slower now, repositioning himself and zooming in and out a few times before I hear the shutterclick.
“Turn over,” he orders, “on yourstomach.”
I flip myself over, propping myself up on my elbows and resting my chin on myhands.
“I just need to fix your clothes abit.”
He moves back towards me and I feel him adjusting the babydoll. Then his hand smoothes the band of my underwear and something in my body reacts before I can stop it, my back arching as my hips shift upwards, thrusting into histouch.
I go completely still, hoping he didn’t notice, but the way his hand hesitates over my skin makes it clear he has. I can hear both of us breathing in the seconds that follow, and then the heat of his palm presses into me harder. He traces the curve of my ass just slightly, not enough for me to call him out on it, even if I felt like I could speak rightnow.
“Good,” he says between heavy breaths. “That looksgood.”
This time he moves to the arm of the couch, so we’re face toface.
“Look to the side,” he tells me, “and hold a corner of the blanket in onehand.”
He snaps a photo and then reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. The tension between us has risen to a level where even that feels borderline erotic. I try to tell myself that this is the guy who was just hopping around to AC/DC in his underwear, the guy who described his dick as his most ‘valuable piece of equipment.’ He shouldn’t be able to make me feel thisway.
The man I’m looking at right now feels like someone else, though. This is a side of Aaron Penn I haven’t seen. The guy who doesn’t take anything seriously now has a commanding intensity that my body won’t let me ignore. I know that if he started to pull the lingerie off me right now, I probably wouldn’t stophim.
He stands up, towering over me where I lie on the couch, and starts to take more pictures from the higher angle. I’m just below eye level with the hard-on that’s still pressing up against his boxers, and it isn’t doing my self-control anyfavours.
Aaron takes one last shot and then lowers his camera, looking at thescreen.
“Okay, I think we’re alld—”
His voice falters when he looks down at me. I hear him exhale as he takes in the sight of me just inches away from his cock. My chin still rests on my hands, and I draw my lip between my teeth as my eyes flick between his boxers and his face. His chest starts to heave with rapidbreaths.
“We’re done?” My voice catches on the second word. “You don’t want anythingelse?”
I blink up at him. He just stares for a moment before breathing out and shaking hishead.
He steps away and lifts his camera over his neck. “Yeah, Dominguez. We’redone.”
* * *
Dusk is just settingin as we step out into the near-deserted parking lot. My rusty Subaru is parked at one end, Aaron’s only slightly less decrepit Hyundai at theother.
“So,” I begin, and then stop, not knowing what to saynext.
