Finally stepping out of my fucking cage.
I don't know.
I don't care.
I don't care about anything except hearing my name on her lips again.
"This is the angle." She motions to the corner of the bed, the one next to the window. "I'll get that half with this camera." She motions to a camera on the dresser. "And the other with this one." She smiles. "I've never done two before, but I… I want to get one in the shot. It's not set up for it yet. But with the mirror." She motions to the mirror behind me.
"Like The Voyeur."
Her smile widens. "More like The Act probably, but…" Her expression gets shy. "I, uh… let's start with that. The version I can actually show people."
"Wherever you need me."
"I like getting this side of you." She picks up her camera. Moves to me. Rests her hand on my chest. "All-powerful Adam Pierce doing exactly what I say."
"Are you baiting me, angel?"
"If I am?"
"I might punish you for that."
Her pupils dilate. "I might get it on film." She rises to her tiptoes to kiss me. "I should put on heels. Make this easier." She moves to the closet. Pulls out a pair of black heels. "You really are tall."
"Did you just notice?"
"No, but I didn't consider how it would affect the angle." She slips into the shoes. Turns to the mirror to check out her legs.
She looks fucking divine.
I need her out of that robe.
Out of her lingerie.
On the bed, her legs pressed against my cheeks as she comes on my face.
My body whines. It's without reservations. It only cares about being inside her as quickly as possible.
"Turn to the mirror," she says.
I do.
She moves in front of me. Pushes the sides of her robe apart, showing off her black lingerie.
Click, click.
She takes a few with the camera in her hands. Brings it to her eye to frame carefully.
"Touch me," she says.
I push her robe off her shoulders.
It catches on her bent arms.
She arches her back, rocking her ass against my cock. "Fuck." Click, click. She shifts the camera to her right hand. Slips the robe off her left arm.
Then the other.
She brings the camera back to her eye. Focuses the image.
Click, click.
It's a familiar scene. Her, in only scraps of black silk, me in my suit, the two of us turned to the mirror.
Her attention on the act.
It almost feels normal.
Even with the camera there. Maybe because it is.
Of course I feel exposed.
Who wouldn't?
I brush her hair behind her back. Bring my lips to her neck. Inhale the scent of her skin. The honey shampoo, the olive oil soap, something all Danielle.
I press my lips to her neck.
Softly.
Then harder.
She lets out a low groan. Leans into my kiss. "Adam."
My hands go to her hips instinctively. I need to hear that sound again. It's the only thing that matters.
The only thing that's ever mattered.
I pull her body against mine.
She groans as my cock brushes her ass.
Click, click. She tries to keep her attention on her mission, but she's drifting too.
She wants to be here, with me, fully immersed in this.
I want her here.
I want these fucking pictures.
For me.
For her.
Maybe for that asshole too. I'm not sure anymore.
I keep one hand on her hip. Bring the other to her chest. To the edges of her sleek silk bra.
She groans as I run my fingers over the cup. The right. Then the left.
I pull her closer. Cup her breast with my hand. Run my thumb over the sleek fabric, rubbing the silk against her nipple.
"Adam." She reaches back for me. Wraps her hands around my side. Hip. Ass. "Fuck."
I roll the fabric over her nipple again and again, teasing her with the light pressure.
She groans as she snaps another shot. "Take it off."
I tease her again.
"Please, Adam."
Fuck. I can't say no to that. It's physically impossible.
I push the strap off her right shoulder.
The left.
Her breasts spill from the fabric.
Her eyes go to the mirror. Then the camera. She snaps another photo as I do away with her bra.
Then the panties.
They fall to the floor. She takes a picture of them, then she kicks them away, presses her ass against my crotch.
"Please." She lowers the camera. Holds it at her stomach. Makes eye contact through the mirror. "Touch me." Click, click.
She wants this on film.
My head is supposed to step in. Say fuck no. Or this is a terrible idea. Or something else sensible.
But I'm out of sense.
I need to make her come.
Now.
"You're going to drop that thing." I press my lips to her neck. Softly. Then harder. Then the scrape of my teeth.
She groans as I bite her. "I won't."
"Are you sure?"
"No." She reaches for me. Wraps her fingers around my wrist. "Do it anyway." She takes my hand and brings it to her thigh.
I run my thumb over her soft skin.