I growl and push her down onto the couch, shielding her with my body.
“Then you won’t mind if I take some for me?”
I don’t wait for her to answer.
I seal my lips over hers. I kiss her desperately, like I didn’t just kiss her this morning. I feel like I haven’t touched in her years, when in reality, I just had her this morning in the shower before she had to leave for class.
I cup her breasts as I kiss her, loving the fullness of her in my hands.
She moves her arms, getting the camera out from in-between us. I growl in satisfaction because now I can feel her more fully against me.
Her skin is soft and smooth like butter. I could touch her forever.
The camera clicks and because my eyes are closed I don’t know what she’s taken a photo of, or if she even meant to do it. It could’ve been a complete accident.
I gather my arms around her back and she wraps her legs around my waist as I grind against her.
I pick her up and stand from the couch with her in my arms.
I carry her to the bed with her arms wrapped around me.
She still holds the camera and when I release her so she lies back on the bed she snaps a photo of me standing above her.
She places her foot on my chest.
Click.
I grab her leg, gliding my hand down her thigh.
Click.
I grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the bed to meet me.
Click.
I take the camera from her.
“That’s mine.”
I shake my head. “Ours.”
Her hair is splayed around her and she looks beautiful.
Click.
She sits up, and I rub my thumb over her lip.
Click.
Her dark lashes flutter against her cheeks.
Click.
She takes the camera, and I smirk as she undoes my belt.
Click.
The button comes undone next.