The Virgin Gift(43)

I set down the glass on a table in the corner.

Then I posed.

On the edge of the bed in my studio, my body sliding off the mattress, my back and shoulders on the covers, my head to the side, away from the door.

One arm slid down my body, settling on top of my panties. The other was in my hair.

I could hear my heartbeat in the quiet. It pounded in my ears, a drumbeat of desire and want.

A few seconds later, the door opened.

“Hi there.” It was Brandon, his boots clicking across the hardwood floors.

“Hi,” I said, but I didn’t break the pose.

“He’s not going to know what hit him, Nina. With you like that.”

I smiled at the compliment. It wasn’t sexual. It was professional, from one person who worked behind a camera to another.

And it came, too, from someone who knew Adam well.

“Thank you. And I want to see how that looks.”

“He’s so crazy for you,” Brandon added, and from the sounds, I could tell he was behind the camera, probably peering through the lens. “I hope this gives you everything you want.”

I was sure it would, especially once Adam entered the room. He drew a sharp intake of breath. He came to me, kneeled on the soft white rug at the foot of the bed, and brushed my hair from my cheek.

Click.

“Hey, sweet girl,” he said, a tender whisper.

“Hi, Adam.”

Then the scene began.

I moved up on the bed, sliding seductively along the covers. Wearing only black boxer briefs, Adam followed, stalking me on his hands and knees, like an animal hunting for his meal.

I was easy prey, and we liked it that way.

We didn’t pose like my clients did. I didn’t want staged photos. And I didn’t want only the before.

I wanted it all, and I wanted it real.

That was how Adam gave it to me. He was completely raw and real as he covered me with his body, raising my arms above my head. “Hold onto the headboard, dirty girl.”

Click.

I did as he asked, my body burning hotter as he used that name for me.

That was who I wanted to be for him right now—his, and only his, dirty girl.

Then he shifted to my side, the camera seeing my whole body as he moved down me, kissing the hollow of my throat, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts. I moaned, arching against him, as he unsnapped my bra.

Click.

I didn’t feel an ounce of shame or embarrassment over the camera capturing our intimacy. I felt only pleasure, only trust.

With my breasts bared, Adam nuzzled his face between them, kissing at first, then nibbling. Next came a nip on the sensitive flesh.

I yelped, but it was chased by an oh as he soothed the bite with a lick.

Then he raised his face, met my gaze, and stared hotly at my lips. “Bet you’d like me to come on these beauties, dirty girl.”

“Oh God, yes.”

He rose, kneeling, cupping both my breasts, squeezing them together. “Bet you’d love it if I fucked these perfect tits and came all over your throat.”

I moaned my yes, at his words and at his rough touch that I loved.

“Put that on your list. Number twelve. You’re making a new list, dirty girl, and we’re going to work our way through all of it, over and over.”

Tingles spread down my body, settling between my legs, where I ached for him. “I want that with you. I want to do it all with you. I want you to have me in every way, Adam.”

Click.

Brandon was only taking pictures. There would be no video with this. No words to return to and play again and again. No soundtrack to listen to. But when I looked at this image later, I was sure I’d remember the words perfectly. Have me in every way.

I wanted that with this man, my after-dark Adam.

His hands traveled along my sides, down to the waistband of my panties. “I’ll give you everything, my sweet, dirty girl.”

“Yes. God, yes. Have me.” I arched my hips, asking.

“That’s it. Beg me with your body,” he said roughly, moving his thumbs under the band.

I rocked my hips higher, harder, thrusting at him. “Please give me your mouth. I love your tongue, love your lips.”

His groan echoed across the room as he pulled down my panties, exposing me.

There was no click.

Not until Adam moved between my legs, burying his face in my wetness. Then I heard it. Another click, mingled with the sound of my first feral moan.

It wouldn’t be my last.

As I moved against his mouth.

As I arched against his lips.

As I parted my legs wider.

He wrapped his hands around my ass, scooping me up, lifting me impossibly closer to his wicked, wonderful tongue.

Pleasure charged through me, surging across my body, taking me in a storm of bliss.

Yes, bliss.

I was in it. I was having it. And later, I’d see it.

But right now, I was living all my fantasies, and reality was so much better as I lost control with the man I loved.

I let go of the headboard, writhing, my hands in my hair, on my breasts, on my face.

I was caught in the throes of the most intense climax of my life, as Adam devoured me till the waves subsided.

But then, the moment grew more intense. Adam rose, shed his briefs, and kneeled next to me, stroking himself near my face, before he let go to bend close and whisper in my ear, “I love you so much, Nina.”