The way Aspen’s chest lifted and fell with what looked like a trembling breath did precious little to help her in her quest for self-control. Neither did the rough, “Shit,” that fell from Aspen’s lips as she dragged the hem of her shirt over her nipples before obediently stopping.
“Oh, that is lovely,” Eve murmured as she drank in the vision before her. Aspen’s face was hidden behind her arms that were crossed and lifted in front of herself, and she could tell from the twitching of her abs that she was struggling to hold this pose. To look and not touch was a particularly delicious kind of torture, and Eve licked her lips as she slowly lifted her camera. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
Aspen’s abs clenched, and Eve’s heart skipped a beat as she quickly depressed the shutter button.
“Baby…”
“Just hold for a few more seconds,” Eve murmured as she tried to capture the ethereal juxtaposition of Aspen’s defined muscles and feminine curves. The only thing that would make it better would be… “I’m just going to unbutton your jeans, okay?”
Aspen’s arms flexed and her fingers tensed around the hem of her shirt. “God, please,” she groaned, clearly struggling to remain still.
Eve smiled at the plaintive pitch of Aspen’s voice as she dropped her camera and made her way to her. “I’ve got you,” she murmured as she dragged the backs of her fingers up Aspen’s sides. The heat coming off her skin was intoxicating, and she hummed low in the back of her throat. “Fuck.”
“Please…”
“Soon, love.” Eve wished she could kiss Aspen, but she settled for scratching her nails lightly down her stomach. She delighted at the way Aspen’s muscles bunched beneath her touch, and couldn’t quite stifle the moan that escaped her when Aspen’s hips rocked into her hands as she flicked open the button of her jeans. “You’re doing so good,” she encouraged as she slowly pulled the zipper down. “So good,” she repeated breathily as she pulled the halves of her fly open wider to reveal the soft skin of her lower belly and the dark patch of hair at the apex of her thighs.
Aspen whimpered. “Eve,” she pleaded, sounding so totallywreckedthat Eve clenched.
“Just a little longer, baby,” Eve said, forcing herself to return to her previous position. The small change in Aspen’s wardrobe did wonderful things for the overall tableau of the scene. “You’re doing great.” She shifted her positioning as she took a half-dozen more shots to get different perspectives of the shadows from thewindow and how they played with the curve of Aspen’s breasts and the way her fly was flared open. Once she was satisfied, she said, “Okay, love, take it off.”
“Thank god,” Aspen exhaled as she ripped the shirt off over her head. She licked her lips as she tossed the shirt aside. Her cheeks were flushed and her pupils blown, and her chest heaved with the force of her ragged breaths as she stared at her. “Are we almost done? Because I am so turned-on right now.”
Eve held Aspen’s gaze as she licked her lips slowly. “It’s a very good look on you, my love.” She arched a brow when Aspen exhaled a shaky laugh. “You ready to move on?”
“I honestly don’t know,” Aspen croaked. “But okay.”
“Cup your breasts.”
“Fuck…”
“Ah-ah…” Eve said when Aspen grabbed her breasts in a way that only the faintest hint of their shape was visible beyond her palms. “I want to see your nipples.”
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” Aspen grumbled, though she didn’t sound particularly upset about the fact as she shifted her hold so that her nipples were framed by the curve between her thumbs and index fingers.
“Definitely not trying to kill you, love. good. Squeeze and lift?” Eve nodded and snapped a few quick pictures when Aspen did what she asked. There was something else that would make this even hotter, and she bit her lip as she considered it. “Would you… Can you pinch your nipples for me?”
A slow, challenge of a smile tipped Aspen’s lips as she angled her head and murmured, “Why don’t you come do it yourself?”
The playfulness was exactly what Eve needed to keep her composure, and she lowered her camera to below her chin so Aspen could see her smile. “As the photographer, I shouldn’t touch my model.”
Aspen’s throat bobbed as she licked her lips. “What if the model really wants you to touch her?”
That, Eve had to admit, was a very good argument. “That’s a fair point.” She tipped her head in a small bow of defeat, and let her camera fall to her side as she moved back to Aspen’s side. “I guess that, in thisparticularcase,” she murmured as she pushed Aspen’s hands aside to cradle her breasts, “I can make an exception.”
Aspen sucked in a quiet hiss at the first brush of Eve’s thumbs against her nipples and grabbed her hips as she swayed lightly in place. “I really fucking love that for me,” she exhaled, her dark eyes shining, bottomless pools of desire as she looked at Eve through her lashes.
Eve huffed a laugh. “It’s not such a bad deal for me, either,” she purred as she captured Aspen’s nipples between her thumbs and the knuckle of her index fingers. She nuzzled Aspen’s lips as she began slowly increasing her pressure, and kissed away the gasp that tumbled from them when she gave the buds a sharp tweak. “You like that?”
“You know I do,” Aspen husked, angling her head to capture Eve’s lips in a deliciously messy kiss. She whined pitifully when Eve broke away, but then moaned when Eve began laying a string of wet, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. “So good…”
Eve lifted and squeezed Aspen’s breasts together as she kissed her way along the plane of her chest, and stole a glance up at Aspen as she opened her mouth to tease first one nipple, then the other, with the very tip of her tongue. Her stomach swooped and fluttered into dive as she watched Aspen’s lips fall open with a sigh, and she let her eyes drift shut as she pulled the nipple she’d been teasing between her lips and sucked against it.
Emboldened by the way Aspen’s fingers tangled in her hair to hold her to her breast, she sucked and nipped at the bud until it was a throbbing, straining point, before kissing her way overto Aspen’s other breast to lavish it with the same careful level of attention. She hummed as she pulled away, and pinched the buds she’d been teasing roughly as she captured Aspen’s lips in a deep, searing kiss that was all tongues and teeth and completely lacking in finesse.
It was fucking fantastic.
She pressed her hand to Aspen’s chest and sucked against her lower lip as she pulled away, stretching it to its limit before allowing it to fall with a wet pop that had Aspen swaying where she stood, and licked her lips as she gathered her camera.
