Behind His Lens(57)

“I want to taste these sweet nipples,” I demand gruffly.

She moans deep in her throat, and I wonder how long it’s been since a man spoke his dangerous thoughts aloud to her.

I cup each of her breasts, licking and sucking her tight buds, spurred on by her cries. I can tell she wants to reach down and touch me, but she leaves her hands above her head like a good girl. I reward her with a teasing nip and then sweet licks. She cries out loudly, conveying a raw mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Do you like that, Angel? When I bite down and make you cry out?”

She nods, crooning under me, preparing herself for my next move. I can feel her wiggling, grinding her sweet spot against me— but she’s not getting her release tonight. This is meant to be a sampling. I want us both needy and hot tomorrow.

“You’re so receptive, sweet girl. Your breasts are divine, they beg to be touched and worshiped.”

I sit up and grasp them hard, hard enough to make her arch her back giving me even more.

“Do you see how they fill my hands? They were meant for me. They’re mine. Say it.”

I never stop massaging her breasts as I speak, and I can tell she’s so close to losing it that I’ll have to stop soon, but not until she answers me. I reach down and caress her nipples again, taking them between my teeth gently enough so that her soft cries fill every ounce of air in the hotel room.

“Say it,” I demand huskily.

“They’re yours. God, Jude. Yes.”

I pull back suddenly, shifting my weight off her and away from the bed.

“What? What are you doing?” she asks, with a soft, needy voice.

“It’s been thirty-one minutes. I promised I wouldn’t keep you later than that.” I take a few deep breaths, knowing I’ll have to take a cold shower as soon as I get back to my room. But even that might not help. I don’t think any number of cold showers could pull the vision of her laying there, completely submissive for me. I know if I swept my hand beneath her yoga pants I’d feel such sweet wetness, but I can’t go there. I tug a hand through my hair and lean forward to pull her to a sitting position. As I kneel down in front of her, I have to force myself to keep my gaze above her neck.

I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her collarbone, and then I pull back and study her eyes. They’re so sweet and sad— sad because I’m leaving, but I know that if we keep going, we’ll never stop, and we both have to sleep or she’ll kill me in the morning.

“Tomorrow after the shoot, Charley. I promise to finish what we’ve started.” I bend down and kiss her gently before resting my forehead against hers.

“I hate you so much right now.”

“That’s not what your body is telling me.”

“It’s traitorous. It can’t be trusted when you’re around,” she narrows her eyes playfully.

I reach forward to whisper in her ear, wanting her to be as ready for tomorrow as I am. “I promise that the moment we’re alone, I’ll slide a finger into that sweet wetness of yours and find that one single part of you that makes you tick. That makes you crumble beneath my touch. I’ll tease you until you come apart before me and then I’ll do it all over again.”

She moans and a shiver of anticipation crashes through her. In a moment of boldness, she reaches out and clasps the sides of my face, bringing me toward her for one more heart-stopping kiss.

…

Charley

I uncurl my toes as the tingles fade from every inch of my body. Jude was arrogant to think that I couldn’t finish what he started. Just the image of his raw passion made it so a few fluid strokes brought me to shuttering ecstasy. But it was merely a temporary salve. I wanted his touch, his fingers in me. After having thirty minutes of the most sensual touch I’ve ever felt, every nerve ending feels bereft and naked. How can my body feel completely turned on and utterly stripped?

Rolling waves. That’s the first noise that seeps through the fog as I lay spent on the luxurious bed. I watch the ocean through the thin sliding-glass door, listening to the water roll in and out like white noise.

Thoughts drift through me: things I want to tell Jude, things I want to confess. Some are easy, like I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to sleep with me. Yet some are far more difficult. Some involve digging up buried skeletons and well-covered scars. I’ve never wanted to share them with another soul before, but everything about Jude rocks me to my core and I can’t help but feel my mask beginning to slip whenever I’m in his presence.