“Put the camera down,” she said, an annoyance to her tone, but the rise and fall of her chest told me that was the last thing she wanted. I kneeled before her, aiming my camera up, purposefully getting the image of her beautiful tits, her face blurred but parted lips easy to see.
“Baby, I want to capture this.”
“I’m not your baby,” she replied, head falling back in pleasure. “I’m no one’s baby.” I kissed the skin through the rips in her jeans, following her body up, up further, pressing my nose against her thigh, running it harshly along her seam. My fingers explored her stomach, tapping out a rhythm as I tasted her there, kissing, sucking as she wriggled against me. “Suck my nipple, or I swear to God, Will, I’ll walk out of here.” Her fingers threaded through my scalp, directing me to her breasts and I feasted. “Fuuuck!”
“Is that good?”
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, you absolute cock!”
I laughed against her skin. “Then tell me how much you loved it when I called you ‘baby’.”
“Never,” she gasped as I sucked.
“Say it.”
“No…ah!” she moaned as I bit.
“Mine,” I said, reaching her mouth.
“I belong to no one.”
“Nope,” I said, kissing her deeply as she smiled. “You’ve always been mine.”
“You’ve always been mine.”
I laughed at that. No truer words have ever been spoken.
Her stroppy words didn’t represent her actions, and as I found her sweet spot under her ear, sucking the pulse point, she nodded against me. “Turn around,” I whispered, helping her, guiding her by her hips. “Look at you.” The monitors were filled with images of us, her breasts in my hands, her mouth parted, a sliver of air between us. “You’re beautiful, Skye and I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”
She laughed softly, a sound I’d never heard before. Yes, she was always laughing, rolling her eyes before softening, but this was a lighter sound, like she’d been freed, released from the one thing that always held her back…herself.
“Drop your shoulder,” I asked, and she dropped it down slowly. Perfect. Click. Her eyes followed the line of her arm. “What do I need to do to get that little smile I love so much?”
“Which one?” She peeked up at me, smiled shyly through the monitor.
“That one.”
Click.
“Take another picture,” she said, sighing as I kneaded her breast. “Capture us.” I aimed my camera at the monitor on the far left, careful to keep my hand where she wanted it. I’d photographed her thousands of times, catching her off-guard moments, laughing as she posed, but I’d never seen her like this. “I want a copy,” she said, her hand finding the back of my head and bringing me closer. I kissed the blade of her shoulder.
“They’re all yours,” I replied. “They belong to you.”
“You don’t want them?” I kissed the middle of her neck, her long hair draped forwards, covering her breasts. I took another picture.
“I want you,” I replied honestly. “Not pictures.”
We stayed in that position, my chest to her back. Her skin was soft, and her familiar smell of Love Hearts and strawberries was in her hair and on her skin. We watched the monitors, four screens filled with us, with my hands caressing her body. I popped the button of her jeans and inched my hand inside, pushing my finger against her underwear line, straight to her wet folds. She sagged against me and my hand held her steady by her hip bone. “Your face, Skye. Your amazing face.”
“I’m watching you,” she panted. “Your face…the way you look at me.”
“I want to fuck you.” I sucked her soft skin, warm and tender where her collarbone met her shoulder. “I’ve waited too long.”
“Neck kisses,” she gasped. “Oh God, you’re good. Too good, what the hell are we doing?” She carried on speaking to the voices in her head. “We will regret this? Right now, I don’t really care.”
I wanted to please her. To show her what she meant to me through the one thing I’d never thought would happen before. Our bodies meeting. A collision of fate. I wanted to know her body, the parts I hadn’t seen, or touched before. I wanted to know what the little gasp meant just as I kissed her thigh. The breathy pants as I slid my fingers inside her. I wanted to read her body like it was my own, knowing what she liked, what she needed and to make it fucking happen.
My hand was still working her clit and I was happy to die right there, knowing I was getting her off, giving her pleasure, but the selfish bastard in me wanted her ass on that fuck bench quicker than I could even comprehend.
“On the bench,” I demanded. My independent, ballsy, don’t–take–shit–from–anyone Skye didn’t hesitate and that only made me harder. I tapped the camera lightly with one finger and it moved exactly where I wanted it. Trained on her, spread out on the bench, pink hair against teal, breasts exposed, a lip bite. No clothes, no worries, no thoughts. I wanted her naked and with me, her full body pressing against mine, legs wrapped around each other. Barriers gone in more than one sense of the word. She laughed, her nose crinkling, a finger pushed against her lips as I pulled her jeans away, panties next. Loud, brash Skye was delicate there. A landing strip, neat, tight and ready. I wanted to worship there, watch and adore, but her legs parted, and her face said, Take me the fuck on.
I crouched at her feet, kissing my way up her leg, the inside of her thigh, licking the curve of her pelvis before finding her clit. It was there, against my tongue, round and raised and as I added my fingers, dipping in to find her slick and hot, she almost buckled off the bench. “Will,” she whispered, “Will,” she moaned, at one stage chanted, and I’d take my name on her lips any way it came.
She smelled amazing; I was in awe of her taste. The wonder of finding rainbow syrup in her veins became a reality, her pussy tasting sweet like sugar and vanilla, the most expensive confectionary…addictive. All the time I was feasting, her hands were in my hair, her fingers trailing along my face, soft touches, loving traces. Every stroke and brush took me higher, a physical reminder of the love I felt for her. Don’t get me wrong, the need to fuck her was strong. The urge to get lost in her, heavy, but the overwhelming feeling of yearning for her affection, her devotion, her love was instinctual now, and arousing as fuck.
She lifted herself from the bench and I took advantage of being close to her mouth, kissing her as she manoeuvred herself out of her corset, pulling it away from her body and dropping it to the floor. She lay back, her full body on display for me. She was beautiful. Perfect. Her body luminous under the cameras, glowing like a holy light.
I traced my fingers across the fern tattoo underneath her breast. Delicate and ornate. Light green, following the arch. A tribute to her grandmother’s name. Something I knew after years of friendship but was only just discovering on her skin. It was heart-warming and so her. A message behind her sexuality.
“You like staring at my vagina, don’t you?”
I laughed lightly, reaching her eyes. “I like looking at you full stop.”