Behind His Lens(56)

I glide across her shoulder and down her shoulder blade, barely grazing her skin, but I still feel those familiar goose bumps blossom under my path.

She purrs softly and scoots another inch. “That feels amazing.”

Her words undo any remaining resolve, but I don’t want to ravage the poor girl. I take a deep breath and glide my hand back down to her arm to get a better angle. “Lay on your back, Charley,” I instruct, gently pushing her down.

She complies willingly; her beautiful wet curls splaying out around her while her arms lay limp by her side. Her big blue eyes look up, searching my face for answers, but I’m not willing to give anything but these simple touches. Maybe tomorrow I’ll take it farther, but right now, this is perfect.

When my hand reaches the hem of her loose cotton shirt, I tug it up slowly, revealing an inch of her slim, tantalizing abs. I drag a finger across her skin, from hip to hip, and watch as her stomach quivers in response. I love doing this. I love knowing my touch can cause so much lust to build within her. Tugging her shirt up another inch or two, I lean down and place a chaste kiss an inch away from her belly button. She arches ever so gently, enough to goad me forward until I’ve tugged the hem of her shirt up so that it rests a millimeter below her breasts. Everything about Charley is so delicate and pretty— the sweet curve of her torso, the dip of her belly button, the gentle line that dips down her trim abs to the top of her black pants. We’re both in a dreamy haze, letting the moment carry us, but I have no clue when one of us will snap out it.

With quick movements, I crawl over her, pinning her to the bed beneath my thighs and leaning forward to carry some of my weight on my hands. If I had my way, this is where she would stay all the time. Pinned under me, ready and willing for me to take her.

I glance up toward her face. I would have expected her to protest by now, but she looks beyond words. Her entire body hums underneath me, lust practically seeping from her pores. I want to sate that lust, rev it to the breaking point, and then push her over the edge over and over again.

“Please,” she whispers under her breath.

Before I’ve even registered my movements, I’ve pinned her hands above her head and am leaning down to sweep my lips across her hers. She opens up for me so willingly that it makes my dick ache. I need more as our tongues collide, trying to convey each ounce of yearning we’re trying to hold back. My hips and mouth set a dangerous rhythm but she meets me grind for grind.

Clasping her wrists with one hand, I scrape down her shirt and tug it slowly over her beautiful breasts, finally revealing her pink strapless bra. A devilish grin spreads across my lips when I realize that I can unclasp if from the front.


“I want to see you,” I demand huskily. I felt her body at the club, but I have to see her; I have to know how beautiful she is everywhere. Her whole body trembles beneath me, and when I glance up, she has her bottom lip tucked between her teeth in an innocent pose. Those blue eyes urge me forward; they beg me to unclasp her bra and feel her sensitive nipples between my fingers.

“Do you want me to touch you, Charley?” I ask, as my finger gently slides along the seam of her bra, setting her skin on fire.

She nods coyly and bites down even harder on her lip. With a deft flick, I unclasp the front of her bra, but I leave the lacey cups covering her breasts. I want to tease her. Knowing we can’t go all the way tonight makes this moment even more spectacular. With each inhale, her chest rises and the material threatens to fall away and reveal her to me, but it only slides down slightly, revealing the very tip of soft pink nipples. My dick hardens even more as I take in the beautiful sight. I feel like I’m torturing myself beyond control.

“Do you want me to slide these cups away?” I ask, tightening my hold on her wrists.

“Please,” she begs softly. I like making her beg; I’ll remember that for tomorrow. As I shift my weight, I let go of her wrist and lean back enough to see all of her chest.

“Do not move your arms. Leave them by your head or I’ll stop touching you.” I doubt I’d actually manage to fulfill that consequence, but I want to keep her just like that, with her breasts pushed up, provoking my carnal desires.

She nods, losing herself in my dark commands. I knew she’d like it just like I do. I slowly reach down to peel away the remnants of her bra, revealing the most beautiful pair of breasts I’ve ever seen. They’re firm and slightly larger than I’d expect for her small frame, and I know they’ll fill my hands perfectly. Her hard, erect nipples tease me, and I can’t help but reach out and feel their soft beauty. She arches into my hand as I drag my palm against her pink buds, kneading and twisting them.