“Stare at them while I stroke my cock.”
The place between her legs pulsed at the idea. “Perhaps I’ll do the same with your photographs.”
“You mean use them whilst you masturbate? Oh, my sweet girl, nothing would bring me more joy.”
Before she melted into a pool of lust on his plush carpets, she got up and readied the box camera. Max locked the door and then disrobed garment by garment until he was naked, his long and powerful body making her mouth water. On display were wide shoulders and a strong chest dusted with dark hair that trailed south, toward his flat belly. His penis was half-erect, the crown peeking out from the foreskin, with dark veins running along the shaft. And his muscled thighs were—
“If you keep staring at me like that, we’ll never get around to actually taking the photographs.”
She shook herself and tried to adopt a more professional demeanor. “Let’s move the divan to maximize the light.”
He helped her arrange the furniture to her liking, and then she told him to lie down. “Stretch out so the camera sees all those glorious angles and ridges.”
“I had no idea you were so enamored by my looks. You are embarrassingly good for my vanity.”
Please. Every woman in London salivated over him, as he well knew. “Put your arm behind your head and lean back.”
He did as she asked, taking direction as she arranged him the way she wished. Goodness, he was delicious, as perfect as any museum sculpture. The sun cast him in an otherworldly glow, though certainly not angelic. More like a sinful treat on a hot summer’s day, wicked and irresistible. The path to ruin, one she would choose time and time again.
Crouching, she took the first photo from an upward angle, where she could see his body but not his face. “Good. Just breathe and hold still.”
The box camera was easy to hold and manipulate, and she was able to get close on his bicep, his rib cage. The whiskers on his jaw. He was quiet, letting her work, the sound of the camera doing all her talking. She couldn’t wait to develop the full-length photos, the ones with his face in shadow while the rest of him was on splendid display, including his rapidly hardening cock.
He was relaxed grace and banked power, and she struggled to breathe. Her skin was hot and itchy, the throb between her legs growing more insistent. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead, like a fever had taken up residence inside her veins and the only cure was to lick him from head to toe.
Ahem.
“Now roll the other way.”
He cocked a brow. “You want a photograph of my bare arse, then?”
Her face flamed but she didn’t shrink from the request. “Seems a shame to waste the opportunity.”
Max presented her with his back, his muscles shifting as he settled. She quickly pressed the button to capture the shot and turned the key to advance the film, even before he finished moving. The impulse to save every bit of him, forever, burned through her. Who knew how long she’d have the privilege of seeing him unclothed? If her parents had their wish, she’d be betrothed to another man by the end of the month.
Ignoring the heaviness in her chest at the thought, she kept working to find the perfect image of him, her legs dipping and bending, stepping closer, then farther away, while the minutes advanced.
Finally, Max’s hand drifted between his legs. “I cannot stand this any longer. The more you look at me the more I want you. Are you finished?”
She nodded, her mouth dry. He’d rendered her speechless.
“Violet?” He peeked over his shoulder. When she didn’t speak, he offered up a smooth grin. “Oh, I see. Enjoying yourself, are you? Perhaps I might offer assistance.”
The film had run out, so she carefully placed the camera on a side table. “Thank you for humoring me.”
Now flat on his back, he continued to stroke his large erection. “Are you wet, my little mouse?”
She watched the slow movements of his hand, mesmerized as he pulled and dragged, the muscles in his forearms popping. “I wish I had more film,” she murmured.
He chuckled. “Too bad you don’t have a moving picture camera.”
Oh, there was a fine idea. “Would you—?”
“Indeed, not. This is for your eyes only. Come here.” She reached him in two steps, and he tilted his head to look at her, his stern expression full of lust. “Take off your clothes.”
It took her longer to undress on her own than if she’d had his help, but soon she was down to her drawers, stockings, and shoes. Color stained Max’s cheeks, his chest rising and falling rapidly with the force of his breaths as he stared. Deciding to tease him, she lifted her foot and placed it on his thigh, the heel of her boot digging into his flesh. He jerked, his pupils dilating until his irises were nearly black.
He grunted. “In the mood for a bit rough?”
She unbuckled her shoe and removed it. “Perhaps I wish to torture you.”
“Then press harder,” he said with a daring lift of his brow.
She brought her other foot up and leaned on him, slowly unfastening the buckle on her shoe. He sucked in a harsh breath, his body tensing. “Hurry with the rest of it and get up here.”
She shed her stockings and drawers and started to stretch out next to him, but he grabbed her arm. “Sit on my thighs. Put your knees on either side of my legs.”
Climbing up, she positioned herself, which left her sex completely exposed. It would have been mortifying if Max weren’t focused on her like a starving man. “Like this?”
“Yes. Lean back and put your left hand on my shin, then use your right hand between your legs. Show me what you’ll do when you develop the pictures you took this afternoon.”
Oh.
He was ordering her to do . . . that. In front of him.
“Max . . .”
“You are gorgeous, Violet. Show me, please.”
She bit her lip. He hadn’t stopped pleasuring himself. Where was the harm if she did the same? No one would know except for him, and he wouldn’t judge her. He never did.
“Go on,” he urged, his voice a low rasp.
Arching, she steadied herself with a hand on his leg. The position thrust her breasts up, which Max must have enjoyed because his hand moved quicker. Emboldened, she slipped her fingers into her sex, dipping into the folds until she grazed her clitoris. Pleasure sizzled in her veins and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Goddamn, that is beautiful. Keep going. Let me watch you.”
Gathering her courage, she used the pads of her fingers to swirl and tease, the skin swollen and slippery, while the scent of arousal permeated the air. They observed one another, a shared and intimate experience with hardly any contact, and somehow that aroused her more. She tried to bedevil him, exaggerating her movements, thoroughly enjoying herself while her body climbed toward its peak. Max panted and cursed, his muscles straining as he pumped his fist, and his reaction spurred her on.
At some point, Max released his erection and placed his hands on her thighs, a light sheen of sweat coating his entire body. His penis was a dull red and fully engorged, resting on his stomach, waiting to be put to good use. And she wanted it. There was an emptiness inside her, an ache, and there would never be another man in her life like this one. Not like Max.
The time was right. She knew it in her bones.