Beauty from Pain(58)

“Okay. Lie down first.”


She falls to her back, pulls the sheet under her arms to cover her naked breasts, and waits for directions. “Scoop your hair up and let it spill across the pillow.” She does and it falls in all the right places. My eyes roam her smooth, creamy skin against my black sheets and she’s so beautiful, it’s almost painful.


I take a lot of shots of her like that … more than she intended, I’m sure. When I’m finished with her in that pose, she sits up. “What’s next?”


She’s sitting with her knees pulled up, ankles crossed. I reach for the sheet and begin to pull it away. “You can’t see anything. I promise.”


She smiles and rolls her eyes. “You’re such a liar, but it doesn’t matter. I’m inspecting these pictures when you’re done and any tits, ass, or vagina shots are getting deleted.”


“We’ll see.”


“Umm, yes, we certainly will.”


“Lie down on your stomach.”


“That sounds an awfully lot like a command,” she complains, but does it anyway. I pull the sheet low on her hips and caress her lower back. “I love this part of your body.”


“You love my back? Why?”


“I don’t know why. I just know I do.” I take picture after picture of her silhouette with her lying on her stomach, her side, and sitting. When I can, I sneak the sheet down a little at a time until she busts me and lifts it higher again.


“Are you done? Surely you’ve used up all the phone’s memory.”


“No. I have one more pose I want you to do, but I won’t if you’re not comfortable with it.”


She lifts her brow at me. “That sounds suspicious.”


“Can I position you?”


“You can, but that doesn’t mean I’ll agree to it.”


“But you’ll try it?”


She rolls her eyes at me again. “Yes, I’ll try it.”


“Lie on your back.” She does as I tell her and waits for my direction, but this one won’t be verbal commands. She’ll never do it if she hears me say it.


I put my hands on her knees and spread them apart. I gather the sheet between her legs and twist it so that only a thin strip of material covers her. I bunch it up between her breasts and then take one of her hands and lay it over both breasts. She’s still covered, so it’s not really a nudie, but damn … she is so hot.


Before I take the picture, I ask her. “Can I?”


She swallows and then lifts her head to see what’s covered. “Don’t move. You’ll mess up your hair. Just let me take it and if you don’t like it, I’ll delete it.”


She’s torn. “I promise everything is covered. No tits, ass, or vagina.”


“Okay.” She rests her head back on the pillow and I take picture after picture of her. She eventually relaxes and drops her knees further apart and relaxes the arm covering her breasts.


When I’m done, I ask for the hell of it. “Just one nudie?”


“No!”


I can see I’ve pushed my luck as far as I should, so I put the phone on the bed and drop down to kiss her. “Thank you.”


“Don’t thank me yet. I may not let you keep any of them.”


“I’m not deleting them.”


“I have to approve. That’s our deal.”


I start peeling through them at rapid speed before she gets her hands on the phone. “None of them are nudie, so I get to keep all of them.”


She holds out her hand. “Gimme.” I pass her the phone like a teenage boy in trouble with his mum over a Playboy. I swear I’ll take them all again while she’s asleep if she erases the good ones.


I sit. I watch. I wait. She hoots and laughs as she goes through the first several and then I almost hear her brakes skid to a stop. “No way, bro. That one shows my nipples.” She goes through a few more and then scrunches her eyebrows and brings the phone closer to her face. “You said you couldn’t see anything when I was sitting like that, you liar. You can see my vajayjay in these.”


Dammit! She’s deleting all the great ones.