She pulled me back, walking with her to the bench and as I looked at her, really looked at her, the corset top I’d always favoured, her nude lipstick smudged, lips full and swollen and her tit, still wet from my mouth, I knew this was it for us.
Oh, fuck. She made me breathless. Stole the air right from me. I didn’t care. If this was my last moment of earth at least I’d die knowing that she finally, finally became mine.
“Stay there,” I said, reaching for my camera. “Don’t move, you’re perfect.”
I took her picture.
I’d always done it.
Needing to capture her in moments of wonder, moments of joy. I wanted her full range of emotions, taking her picture when I needed the image fresh and alive and mine to keep.
This one was rapture.
Taking a couple of steps forward and grasping the nape of her neck, we collided. Lips and mouths. I tugged on her bubblegum hair just enough to raise her face to mine, and as she cried out, I pulled the cup from her covered breast. Exposing her completely to me. She swallowed harshly, biting her lip as I came in close, my camera aimed at her tit, three pictures in succession.
Click, click, click.
“So fucking pretty,” I said, mainly to myself, tweaking her nipple between my fingers.
“Put the camera down,” she said, an annoyance to her tone, but the rise and fall of her chest told me that was the last thing she wanted. I kneeled before her, aiming my camera up, purposefully getting the image of her beautiful tits, her face blurred but parted lips easy to see.
“Baby, I want to capture this.”
“I’m not your baby,” she replied, head falling back in pleasure. “I’m no one’s baby.” I kissed the skin through the rips in her jeans, following her body up, up further, pressing my nose against her thigh, running it harshly along her seam. My fingers explored her stomach, tapping out a rhythm as I tasted her there, kissing, sucking as she wriggled against me. “Suck my nipple, or I swear to God, Will, I’ll walk out of here.” Her fingers threaded through my scalp, directing me to her breasts and I feasted. “Fuuuck!”
“Is that good?”
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Yes, you absolute cock!”
I laughed against her skin. “Then tell me how much you loved it when I called you ‘baby’.”
“Never,” she gasped as I sucked.
“Say it.”
“No…ah!” she moaned as I bit.
“Mine,” I said, reaching her mouth.
“I belong to no one.”
“Nope,” I said, kissing her deeply as she smiled. “You’ve always been mine.”
“You’ve always been mine.”
I laughed at that. No truer words have ever been spoken.
Her stroppy words didn’t represent her actions, and as I found her sweet spot under her ear, sucking the pulse point, she nodded against me. “Turn around,” I whispered, helping her, guiding her by her hips. “Look at you.” The monitors were filled with images of us, her breasts in my hands, her mouth parted, a sliver of air between us. “You’re beautiful, Skye and I can’t believe I get to have you like this.”
She laughed softly, a sound I’d never heard before. Yes, she was always laughing, rolling her eyes before softening, but this was a lighter sound, like she’d been freed, released from the one thing that always held her back…herself.
“Drop your shoulder,” I asked, and she dropped it down slowly. Perfect. Click. Her eyes followed the line of her arm. “What do I need to do to get that little smile I love so much?”
“Which one?” She peeked up at me, smiled shyly through the monitor.
“That one.”
Click.
“Take another picture,” she said, sighing as I kneaded her breast. “Capture us.” I aimed my camera at the monitor on the far left, careful to keep my hand where she wanted it. I’d photographed her thousands of times, catching her off-guard moments, laughing as she posed, but I’d never seen her like this. “I want a copy,” she said, her hand finding the back of my head and bringing me closer. I kissed the blade of her shoulder.
“They’re all yours,” I replied. “They belong to you.”
“You don’t want them?” I kissed the middle of her neck, her long hair draped forwards, covering her breasts. I took another picture.
“I want you,” I replied honestly. “Not pictures.”
We stayed in that position, my chest to her back. Her skin was soft, and her familiar smell of Love Hearts and strawberries was in her hair and on her skin. We watched the monitors, four screens filled with us, with my hands caressing her body. I popped the button of her jeans and inched my hand inside, pushing my finger against her underwear line, straight to her wet folds. She sagged against me and my hand held her steady by her hip bone. “Your face, Skye. Your amazing face.”
“I’m watching you,” she panted. “Your face…the way you look at me.”
“I want to fuck you.” I sucked her soft skin, warm and tender where her collarbone met her shoulder. “I’ve waited too long.”
“Neck kisses,” she gasped. “Oh God, you’re good. Too good, what the hell are we doing?” She carried on speaking to the voices in her head. “We will regret this? Right now, I don’t really care.”
I wanted to please her. To show her what she meant to me through the one thing I’d never thought would happen before. Our bodies meeting. A collision of fate. I wanted to know her body, the parts I hadn’t seen, or touched before. I wanted to know what the little gasp meant just as I kissed her thigh. The breathy pants as I slid my fingers inside her. I wanted to read her body like it was my own, knowing what she liked, what she
