I’m in awe too, but I don’t have time to process this new, fascinating detail about the man—that he likes having her finger his ass. He hauls Celeste up and kisses her hard, chest still heaving from his orgasm. Then he spins her to face me again and sits down on the bed, urging her to straddle his lap backward.
“Your turn, ángel,” he says, nuzzling her shoulder. The man’s still hard, and I can’t help but wonder if he had pharmaceutical assistance in anticipation of this day. But I don’t really give a fuck. I crouch in front of them to capture every single frame of Celeste’s pussy swallowing his thick cock. She sinks down slowly, and I raise the camera to catch a few shots of her face, then move back for the wider angle as she begins to move, ecstasy brimming from her expression and his creamy cum still dripping down between her breasts.
Leo grips her hips tight from behind, guiding her atop him. Her dancer’s legs flex with each lift and fall as if she trained just for this, the rhythm natural and her supple body undulating as gracefully as any ballerina’s. Leo leans back on one elbow, leaving one hand resting at her low back, his gaze fixed on the spot where they’re joined. I catch his throat bobbing as he swallows and carefully slip in beside him to catch some more shots from his point of view.
Celeste’s ass is fucking magnificent, spread across his cock and riding him like she was born for it. I want more than just shots of his hand resting casually on one hip though, so for the first time all day, I offer a suggestion.
“Squeeze her ass. Both hands. Get a good handful and spread her open. Hold her like that while she fucks you.”
Leo does as I ask, and Celeste’s tight little rosebud of an asshole clenches as her sheath grips him even tighter. He grazes his thumbs just inside her cleft, straying closer and closer to her hole.
Celeste freezes and reaches back, grabbing one of his wrists and yanking his hand away. “Leo! We talked about this,” she hisses.
I’m so engrossed in the process of watching him work his way to her tight puckered opening, I’m startled when the mood shifts. Leo drops his head back on the bed and chuckles, giving me an apologetic look. “Hard limit,” he explains, then firmly grips her ass cheeks again with his fingers at a safe distance from the sweet spot.
“Good to know,” I murmur, then slip back around to face Celeste. “Sorry about that, I hope it didn’t ruin the mood.”
She only shakes her head and moves faster, her face flushed and her mouth open. She has a single-minded look in her eyes when she fixes her gaze on me again and cups both breasts in her hands. She smears his semen across her nipples and tweaks them hard, pinching and tugging enough that it must hurt, then drops one hand between her legs and begins working at her clit. Leo matches her rocking hips with rhythmic thrusts and lets out a groan.
“Need to fucking come, baby. Are you close?”
She opens her eyes and looks at me, and I know that look because I’ve seen it. She’s on the verge of climax, so I hold the camera up and press down the button to burst-capture the moment. I’m staring at the little screen when she utters my name in a husky, desperate voice. I look up and meet her eyes, then in the briefest space between her climb and the sudden fall from the peak, I swear she whispers, “I love you, Maddox.”
I’m shocked and blinking, but whatever echo of the words remaining in my ears is drowned out by her sudden gasps and moans. Her eyes close and her mouth drops open as she cries her pleasure and rides Leo’s cock harder and faster. She freezes and grabs his thighs in front of her. Her body spasms and undulates as wave after wave of pleasure rockets through her. Leo’s climax hits in the midst of it all, but lasts a fraction of the time it takes hers to come to an end and for her body to relax.
Heat floods through me as if I was the one who had the orgasm, even though my dick still aches like a motherfucker. Still, there’s a sense of release, and I relax a little when she falls back against Leo and he cradles her in his arms. I capture a few final shots before letting the camera hang from its strap. I grab a fleece blanket from the armchair across from the bed and drape it over them both.
Leo catches my eye when I tug the corner across his torso, and we lock gazes for a second. Something has changed now, in this sublime moment of postcoital bliss that I’ve somehow managed to share with them without really being a part of it. It’s almost as if he acknowledges that I was a bigger part than he expected, and accepts it.
Then I look at Celeste, and what she said reverberates in my mind. Did Leo hear it? He was moaning pretty hard, so I doubt it. And what the fuck am I supposed to do with it, if anything?
I tear my eyes away from hers. “You two relax and take your time. If you feel like going again, just give me a shout—don’t want to miss any photo ops, you know? And if you’re done and want a shower, knock yourselves out. But again . . . if shower sex is happening, my camera’s available.”
Celeste props herself up with a worried look. “Where are you going?”
“Just downstairs for a few. I need to take care of something.”
It probably won’t be hard for her to put two and two together
