Click, click.
Then higher, higher, higher.
There.
My thumb brushes her clit.
A groan falls from her lips.
I test different strokes. Softer. Harder. Faster. Slower.
Left.
Right.
Up.
Down.
There. I find the spot where she needs me. Harder. Faster. Until her groans run together.
"Adam." Her eyelids flutter together.
Still, she snaps another photo.
I work her with steady strokes. Bring my free hand to her chest. Roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Softly at first.
Then harder.
Hard enough, she groans.
Hard enough, her groan is equal parts agony and ecstasy.
And every part irresistible.
Click, click.
How she's holding on, I don't know.
But she is.
And the thought of looking at these later—
My cock whines.
I need to be inside her.
Soon.
Really fucking soon.
I run my finger over her clit, pushing her closer and closer.
Her groans run together.
Her fingers curl into her thigh.
Her body melts into mine.
Then she's there, groaning my name as she comes on my hand, conscious enough to take another picture.
She catches her breath slowly. Her legs straighten. Her eyes flutter open. Her attention returns to the mirror. The camera. The scene.
"Fuck." She holds the camera to her chest. "I need to touch you. Please, Adam."
Fuck. I nod.
"Can I?" She holds up the camera.
There's no doubt about her question.
Can she photograph it?
That sensible voice stays quiet.
The fear I expect doesn't come.
I'm fine with her taking pictures of my cock, but I can't let her see my chest.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
At the moment, I don't care.
I need her closer.
I need her hair in my hands and her lips on my neck.
It's the only thing I've ever needed.
"Anonymous, I promise," she says.
Anonymous. No scars. I nod a yes.
She brightens, but not the way she did before. With a mix of joy and all-consuming need.
She sets the camera on the tripod. Turns it to the bed. Sets auto mode. "It's going to take a picture every thirty seconds." She pulls something from the dresser. A tube of lipstick.
Fuck.
"I'm only going to pose for the first few. Then…"
"Whatever you capture?"
She nods, turns to the mirror, applies lipstick until the camera clicks.
She sets the tube on the dresser. Checks her perfect pout in the mirror. Turns to me like she's begging me to order her onto her knees.
Maybe she is.
It's been a long fucking time.
Too long.
"Is that for me, angel?" I motion come here.
She takes a step toward me. "If it is?"
"You want your pretty red lips around my cock?"
Her pupils dilate. "Adam…" Her chest heaves with her inhale.
"Is that a yes?"
"Would you?" Her voice is eager. Needy.
Would I? I've died and gone to heaven. I really have. "I don't hear an answer."
"Yes." She takes another step toward me. Another. Until her knees brush mine.
"Yes?"
"I want my lips around your cock." She runs her fingers through my hair. "I want to suck you off."
"I won't be gentle."
"Good."
Fuck. She's too good at this.
I'm the one wrapped around her finger.
But it's not like I can complain about the situation.
She wants pictures of her lips around my cock.
How the fuck can I say no to that?
I look up at her.
Her expression shifts. Still strong and demanding, but pliable. Obedient even.
She wants me to issue orders.
She wants to follow them.
I shift into my role. "On your knees."
"Help me."
I do.
She places her hands on my thighs. Runs her thumb over the fabric of my slacks. "Please, Adam."
Fuck. I take her hand. Bring it to my cock.
She rubs me over my slacks.
It's only a hint of friction, but it's enough to overwhelm me.
It's been a long time since anyone has touched me.
Since I've let anyone touch me.
I'm not going to last long.
"Unzip me," I say.
She does.
My cock springs from my slacks.
Her eyes go wide. "Fuck, I… fuck."
"Wrap your hand around me."
Her thumb brushes my tip. Then her fingers. Her palm.
Danielle.
She is a fucking angel.
And she's begging for my cock.
She runs her hand over my shaft. With a soft grip at first. Then harder. Harder.
Until a groan falls from my lips. "Fuck, angel. Don't make me come yet."
She looks up at me, asking for permission.
I nod.
She wraps her hand around my base, then she leans in, wraps her pretty red lips around me.
My eyes close.
My body threatens to take over.
The soft pressure of her mouth overwhelms me.
She explores me with her tongue.
A soft flick. A slow swirl. Then harder. Faster.
Fuck.
She's perfect.
It defies explanation.
I give her one more stroke, then I bring my hand to the back of her head.
I guide her gently.
She takes me deeper.
Deeper.
As deep as she can.
Then she pulls back and does it again.
I keep my hand on her head, pushing her forward, pulling her back.
Softly at first.
Then harder.
My hand knots in her hair.
The other slips down her chest. Finds her breast.
I toy with her nipple as I guide her over me.
Again and again.
She groans against my cock.
Takes me deeper.
Deeper.
Again and again.
Harder and harder.
I move faster, rougher, tugging at her dark hair, rocking into her pretty mouth.