“Why am I modeling for you again?” I asked, trying not to cringe. I really wasn’t sure how I felt about this, but it kept happening.
“Because you’re gorgeous, and you’re right here. I can’t resist.”
I found it strange that I desperately wanted to please him. Tilting my head slightly, I gazed out the window dreamily, staring at a streetcar as it pulled away.
“Wow, that’s the one.” I looked over my shoulder to catch his grin. He spun me into his arms, kissing me lightly on the lips, then the forehead. “The rest of the room should be a snap.”
We worked quickly, angling the shots so the room looked as large as possible. Grabbing my own camera, I took a variety of detail shots of the custom chandelier, the quirky bathroom mirror, and the strange lime green easy chair.
Ben grinned at what I was doing. “People always seem to need background shots and filler for brochures and websites, right?” I asked.
“Absolutely.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ll be giving them more than they expected.”
“That’s always the best way to treat a client,” he said.
We packed up our cameras, then he turned off a few lights so the room became softer. “Chelsea, there’s something I absolutely cannot stop thinking about. If you’re not into it, that’s fine. Just say so.”
“What is it?” I asked, as his arms wrapped around me. I realized that the biggest piece of furniture in this room was an enormous bed, and my heart began racing.
“I can’t stop picturing your pretty face gasping while you’re coming in my arms,” he said gently. “I think I’m becoming obsessed with you, Chelsea.”
“Um, you just want to…”
“I want to take your dress off, lay you down, and play with your sweet little body until you squeal.”
I’d always known my body was far from little, but the way his hands were roaming down my back, cupping my ass, Ben was making me feel absolutely adored.
“I’ll be so gentle with you, Chelsea,” he murmured into my ear. “If you like, I swear my pants will stay on.”
I appreciated that he tried to put me at ease. I was extremely nervous. But my entire body was humming under his touch, and I was craving more. A lot more.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re shy, but just tell me if there’s anything you don’t like. Alright?”
I nodded, his lips already on mine. I could feel his energy shift as he unzipped my dress, pulling it slowly off my shoulders so that it fell down to my ankles.
Even in my bra and panties, I’d never been this naked for a man before, but it was worth the nervous shivers to see Ben’s eyes light up. “Chelsea, you’re exquisite.”
His fingers nimbly unhooked my bra, as he backed me up toward the bed. The second it fell off, his lips circled my nipple, as I clutched his thick hair, a soft moan escaping my lips.
He slowly laid me on the bed, pulling back to stare. He took in my pale skin, my curvy hips as he slipped my panties down my thighs, as if he was composing a thousand mental photos.
He laid beside me, kissing me so softly, holding me against him as his hand wandered around my breasts. My nipples felt so tight they ached, as he leaned in to kiss them gently. As he sucked at my sensitive skin, I gasped, my legs spreading slightly.
Ben’s lips against my skin felt incredible, then as his hand slipped down my stomach, I felt his breath catch as much as mine.
It was fascinating to see that he was completely aroused just from touching me. I was turning him on just by lying here, and running my fingers through his hair. He must have really thought I was sexy.
That was so odd, but I couldn’t think anymore as his fingers spread open my most delicate skin, softly exploring every curve and fold.
His mouth hovered over mine again as he breathed, “I want to lick you, baby, but I can’t stop kissing you.”
His fingers began swirling around my entrance, and he smiled. “Chelsea, you don’t know what it does to me that you’re this wet.”
“Mmm, what does it do?” I breathed as his finger entered me slowly.