He actually seems quite into it, because the moment I undress and lie down, this focused, almost serious look shows up on his face.
He drops to his knees in the sand, plays with the angles, then lies flat on the ground to shoot from below, going for that upward frame, and even coaxes me into a couple of cheekier, teasing poses.
"You’d look good lying casually on your stomach, feet in the air," he murmurs.
So I roll over onto my stomach.
Eliano notices a few grains of sand clinging to the skin of my ass and carefully brushes them away.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes, especially since he takes his time brushing sand off from the close proximity of my crack and my upper thighs.
Another few shots.
Then Eliano leans in slightly.
"Maybe a bit more asymmetry?"
"Hmmm. Why not?" I murmur, even though I am not entirely sure what he means.
He gently tugs the fabric on one side of my speedos upward, exposing more of the curve of my right ass cheek, now ready to be immortalized in the photograph.
Well, why not.
A moment later, Eliano cups some water in his hands and splashes it over my back and chest.
His eyes are slightly narrowed, and it is very obvious he is tenting his shorts.
This session seems to genuinely make him excited, almost happy, and I have to admit, it does the same for me.
Every so often, we take breaks and look through the shots together, our heads close as we lean over the screen.
From time to time, Eliano turns his face and places light, butterfly-soft kisses along my neck gland, which is nice, softly erotic, almost sweet.
Then we go back to reviewing the camera screen, and I realize that some of the poses he put me in look genuinely sexy.
I’d never taken half-naked photos of myself before.
That kind of lifestyle or activity wasn't really my world.
Still, I have to admit I had no idea I had such a decent ass.
My slight lordosis gives my butt some extra curve, and when I glance sideways, I can see Eliano zooming in on the shots that show it off, lingering on them a bit longer than you would expect from a casual scroll through photos.
Damn, why does it feel so good seeing him intently checking out my curves on the tiny camera screen, his eyes fixed on it, like he’s really enjoying the view?
I find myself grinning without even meaning to.
Then he suddenly looks up and blushes a little, like I just caught him red-handed.
Fuck.
I really like this small moment between us. I just wish it weren’t only a moment.
Dammit. I want more.
I want it to last.
At one point, Hugh comes over and says, "Before we finish, I would love to take a few photos of you together. You both look great!"
