“Jesus…”
Eve laughed and tugged Aspen’s hips harder into her own as she angled her head to capture her lips in a kiss that was deep and delightfully playful as they traded control like the passing of a baton. She hummed against Aspen’s tongue when she grabbed her ass and lifted her up onto her toes, and dragged her hands heavily up Aspen’s body to palm her breasts and tease her nipples before looping her arms around Aspen’s neck and sinking into her.
The kiss slowed and turned sinfully indulgent as their bodies fit together, hip to hip and breast to breast, and she sighed into Aspen’s mouth as the hands on her ass began squeezing firmly in time with their stroking tongues. She was so very close to losing herself in the moment and surrendering to the heavenly feeling of Aspen’s body against her own, but regained control of herself just as the urge to shove Aspen back onto the bed and strip her out of her jeans became nearly overpowering.
“Pictures,” she gasped. She laughed at the playfully doleful pout Aspen gave her. “You’re the one who wanted to model for me, remember?”
A slow, ridiculously sexy smirk replaced Aspen’s pout, and she arched a brow as she purred, “Yeah, but now I want you to fuck me.”
Eve’s pulse jumped. “Fuck,” she muttered breathlessly. She shook her head at the way Aspen’s smirk widened, and touched a finger to her chest to hold her at bay. “Later.”
Victory sparked in Aspen’s eyes even as she swayed forward just a bit to press Eve’s finger harder into her sternum. “Promise?”
“God, yes,” Eve murmured. She’d never meant anything more. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she stepped back to put some much-needed distance between them. The desire to touch and take Aspen still crackled in her fingers, but it was easier to manage when Aspen was out of reach. “But, for now, you are going to be my model.”
Aspen held her arms out to her sides in a way that said she was waiting for direction as she inclined her head in a small bow. And while her soft, “How do you want me?” was deferential, the smokiness in her voice was unmistakably carnal.
What have I gotten myself into?Eve thought as she picked her camera up from where she’d set it on the bed and looped the strap around her neck. Having already taken stock of the room and the lighting while Aspen had been getting changed, she moved to a spot just beyond the warm, golden light that poured through the windows of their rental in Kensington as she said, “By the bed, please.”
Her heart beat a slow, heavy tempo in the base of her throat as Aspen arranged herself as she’d asked.
“Like this?” Aspen asked as she stood at an angle to the side of the bed so that she was facing Eve and the camera head on.
“Move about eight inches to your right?”
“So precise,” Aspen teased.
“I want the shadows from the spacer bars in the glass to segment your torso,” she explained. “Just a hair more….good. Right there. You’re perfect.”
“You are too, beautiful,” Aspen replied. An enchantingly playful smile bowed her lips. “What do I do with my arms?”
“Whatever feels natural.” Aspen’s skin glowed in the sunlight, and Eve bit her lip as she lifted her camera to capture the way the light caressed the curve of her biceps. “Just like that,” she encouraged. She pulled the camera down to check the display. It was a good shot, but the definition of Aspen’s musclescould be better. “Can you leave your arms how they are and just tense your biceps for me?”
“You like my muscles?”
Eve lowered her camera just enough to level Aspen with a wry look. “You know I do. Now, flex, please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Aspen drawled as she obliged the request.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Eve murmured as she lifted her camera again. She checked the first couple shots to make sure the lighting was doing what she wanted, and then knelt into a half-crouch to put her camera in line with Aspen’s biceps. This angle also provided a stunning view of Aspen’s nipples poking against her shirt, and she smiled as she directed, “Turn just a little to your left?” As she’d hoped, the change made the shape of Aspen’s breasts and the jut of her nipples even more pronounced and she hummed an appreciative, “Very nice,” as her shutter clicked a few more times.
She dropped to a knee as she lowered her camera once more. “Okay, now start taking off your shirt.”
Aspen crossed her arms over her stomach to grab the hem of her tank. “I’m guessing like this?”
“Exactly like that.” Eve’s pulse stuttered at the first peek of Aspen’s stomach, and she cleared her throat softly as she lifted her camera. “Slower.”
Through her viewfinder, she watched Aspen’s abs tense ever so briefly at the instruction, and she was strangely validated by the soft, “Shit,” that spilled from Aspen’s lips with a hiss as she slowed her movement.
A thick, heavy silence settled over the room with every glorious inch of skin that was revealed, and it was all Eve could do to keep her hands steady against the force of her pounding heart. She’d been painfully aware of Aspen’s beauty from the moment she’d first laid eyes on her, but watching her slowlyundress like this was an experience so close to holy that she felt it was only right to be on her knees while she witnessed it.
“Hold there,” she instructed as the bottom of Aspen’s breasts were revealed.
She took a few shots from her knees before pressing into a half-crouch so she was once again at eye-level with Aspen’s breasts. She held her breath to help steady her hands as she focused on capturing the hint of a shadow that curved under the swell of Aspen’s breasts and the way the vertical spacer bisected her torso, and only let it go once her lungs began to burn. The physical discomfort was a helpful distraction from the ripples of arousal that were beginning to form low in her belly, and she licked her lips as she tried to get control of herself.
It wasn’t a surprise that photographing Aspen like this was turning her on, she’d expected it, but she was surprised by how quickly it was happening. Aspen wasn’t even fully undressed, and her panties were already wet.
“Okay.” She winced at the husk in her voice and cleared her throat softly. “I want to see your nipples; but then pause for me again.”
