By Tilly Rivers
As seen in Wisteria Moon, © Copyright, Tilly Rivers, 2007
She stood against the black backdrop, dressed in a sheer white silk wrap top the low cut design showing off her tanned cleavage. The matching white silk shirt hit her thighs emphasizing her long tanned legs. Burgundy leather wedge sandals matched the cropped boxed leather jacket.
Her hair was up; wisps escaped the weave design, floating across her cheeks. The fan from the room gently touching, twirling with the delicate curls making the strands glide ever so slightly from time to time against her face, her throat, her chin.
She stood before the man behind the camera and did his bidding. Turning to the left as he directed, smiling on cue, moving her body ever so slightly. He would lower the camera from time to time and just look at her for a moment before shooting more pictures. The clicking noise, the fan, and the soft breathing of the two the only sounds in the room.
“We have been at this for awhile, are you getting tired?”
The sudden husky tones of his voice startled her and he laughed, “Sorry, it has been quiet in here.”
Quiet? Intense was more the word she would use. The passion, the love of his work created an almost touchable force. It wasn’t as if they could not speak, it was more they both knew they did not want to soil the air circling them with the idle small talk.
“Could I get you something? A glass of water or…”
“I have some wine upstairs in my fridge, I could run up and grab it.”
“Wine would be great, thank you.”
He tipped his head slightly before nodding his head once and disappeared up the stairs.
She took a moment to observe her surroundings. She liked the clean lines of the studio. Large black and white photos were displayed on the walls. Clean, naked décor, much like her own style. She heard him come back into the room. “I like the nudes, very nice. You have managed to capture illusion of sensuality very well. Making the photo both very personal and distinctive.”
“Do you take pictures?”
She giggled, “Well I point and click. I take snap shots, you take pictures, they have impact, definitely the difference between an ordinary photo and compositional technique.”
She turned her head slightly looking over her shoulder at him. “I am not very photogenic, I think you may be testing your talent today.”
“Hmmm, but some how that gets lost in the translation of the photograph.”
“You only need to develop visual awareness, eliminate the uncertainties.” He handed her the glass of red wine, “Center your efforts, essentially making it your own.”
She followed him over to the area where huge over stuffed cushions were thrown on the floor. “Sorry.” He apologized “Not much for seating arrangements.”
She winked “No worries. Looks very comfortable.” She sat, placing her glass of wine on the floor, and removed her sandals, and jacket. Her head came up, her eyes locked with his, “Do you mind?”
Her toes were painted a delicate nude colour to match her fingernails. He had noticed earlier, that and the toe ring with the matching ankle bracelet. His eyes burned into hers. He meant it when he had she was beautiful. He was having a hard time keeping this a professional photography session.
What he really wanted was to run his hands over her lush body and discover for himself if her skin was as soft as the silk next to it. “Let me take your picture like this, bare feet, wine, leaning against the cushions on the floor.”
Her body had teased and aroused him all afternoon until his control threatened to snap. One more murmur of sound, the slightest movement of silken limbs, and he would snap. God her legs were long, shapely- enticing until he was imagining them wrapped around his waist as she begged him for release.
“Here” he took one of her legs extending it in front of her, the other drawn up. Pulling her top slightly off one shoulder, he positioned her body to reveal the pale soft skin, her elbow bent, and her face resting against the bent elbow.
“Take one finger and languorous stroke it down until it rests just above your breasts.” he instructed her.
Jesus. Fuck. What was he doing? He grabbed his camera from the corner table, “driving himself mad” that is what, he cursed himself. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he chanted in his mind. SHIT! He watched as her finger slowly, softly traced a path from the bottom of her neck to the point just above her breast. The full globes making him sweat.
His camera clicked. She shifted her legs, ever so slightly lifting the skirt higher up her thigh, he swallowed the air in his lungs. There for his view was the tantalizing glimpse of the soft flesh of her outer pussy lips. Smooth vanilla satin.
“I’m sorry. Did I ruin your shot by moving?” Her voice circled, spun an enchanted until the aura raced up his spine. He blinked starting at her intense interested gaze. “Pardon?”
“You did not take another picture, did I destroy the pose by moving?”
Was she playing with him? Teasing him on purpose?
“Stick your finger in the glass of wine and rub it up your arm to your elbow.”
Test her. Lets play.
Her eyes snapped with challenge. Dipping her finger into thewine, she took her finger and traced the red liquid up her inner arm to her elbow, not stopping, she kept going up to the edge of her top.
“Fuck this.” He dropped the camera and crouched on his hands and knees before her, his tongue licking the wine off her arm. She smiled, placed her finger back in the glass, this time tracing the redness along where her stomach and leg meet. He licked her clean.
She moaned and shivered, turning fully onto her back, lifting her skirt higher up her thighs.
“All this fucking time, you had no panties on.” He kissed her inner thigh “Fuck” he muttered against her skin.
She sat up, placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down into the cushioned bed, her fingers made short work of his pants, and freeing the treasure she unburied.
Dribbling wine onto his aroused cock before licking it off. Sucking him slowly, her lips dragging down his shaft, tasting the wine and his flesh together as her lips savored him.
Placing his hardness between her breasts, sliding them up, down over his hard shaft, the moisture from her mouth his cock rubbing on her flesh. He tipped his head back, jerking his hips off the cushion as he heard her moan.
Sitting up he locked eyes with hers, fuck; she was waiting for him to watch her, wanted him to watch her licking him.
He watched as her eyes got wider, loaded with desire, saw the need, saw the craving within the depths.
He watched her eyes as she took his cock softly in her hands and rubbed the head on her closed lips. Back and forth. Precum soaking her mouth.
Her tongue licked the precum off her lips, ever so close to the tip of his cock, but did not touch him.
Mingled aromas of needed sexual release flared in his nostrils, his skin was on fire. Fuck, fuck.
“Jerk off for me. Jerk until your cock spills cum over my lips and onto my chin.”
“What do you want? Do you want me to open my mouth? Or do you want to cum all over my closed lips and chin? Watch you’re cum drip on me?”
“Both.” His voice was husky
“Yes. At first on my closed lips, and as I open my mouth to taste you, to drink you, my tongue will lick off your cum.” She placed the head of his cock against her lips again, this time, flicking her tongue over his cock “I want to catch the fire as it drips from your head.”
With a low growl of restraint he turned his body and reversed the roles, pushing her onto the cushions. His tongue teased a path of lingering estacy between her inner thighs before cupping her mound. Slipping one elbow under her knee he caressed the fleshy outer lips.
Open mouth kisses pulling her into him. His tongue seeking and playing with her quivering bud, sucking her clit into his mouth. Her hips rotated, squirming under the pleasure his mouth was raining down on her quaking flesh. He tightened her legs around him.
A frantic need to replace his tongue that was now deep inside her pussy with his rigid cock created an almost painful arousal. He had to feel her silken walls clenching his cock, as they were right this moment clenching on his fingers, his tongue.
Fuck, in one movement he positioned himself over her body, lifting her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her pussy hard, deep, one continuous ram of his cock inside her. She cried out, her pussy convulsed, contracted against his cock and he exploded his cum inside her.
She lay against the cushioned backdrop, her white silk wrap top twisted from their play, the matching white silk skirt high above her waist emphasizing her long legs, still wrapped around his body. Burgundy leather wedge sandals, in a pile a few feet away, the cropped boxed leather jacket long ago discarded.
“Let me take your picture like this.”