I can’t help but chuckle, loving that she notices something so insignificant. She tilts her face just slightly to meet my lips in a gentle kiss. One that’s unhurried and tender. Her free hand slips through my loose locks, cradling my head.
Click. Click-click.
“Beautiful,” Chad says. “Now, Bliss, tilt your head a little more. Let your hand rest on her collarbone…” We do just as Chad tells us, “there. Like you’re anchoring yourself to her. Perfect. Now hold it.”
My fingertips brush the edge of Roxy’s neck, tracing lightly over her skin. The chemistry between us buzzing like electricity in the stillness.
“Hold that… don’t rush it,” Chad whispers, "you want us to feel just what you are. Nice and slow. Yes. That’s the shot.”
Click. Click-click.
I pull back slightly, my eyes flickering between her eyes and lips. “You’re really good at pretending,” I whisper.
Roxy smiles, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Who said I’m pretending?”
I gulp. Not sure what to say. Am I reading too much into her words?
Chad clears his throat and our eyes move over to him. He lowers his camera, grinning. “You two are magic. Let’s keep going—but this time I want you laying down on the bed. Roxy, you work your magic on her. I want to get some candid pictures while you two are performing.”
We move into our new positions almost without a word—all except for Roxy having me sit up to remove not only my bra, but then hers as well. I lay back, resting my head on the pillow, breathing in deeply. I’m fucking half naked in front of Chad, with Roxy’s body pressed up against mine.
Roxy’s propped up on one arm, while she rests the other just above my hip. Her eyes locked on mine. “It’s just you and me. Remember that. Just like when we’ve been getting to know each other.”
“Perfect,” Chad murmurs through the viewfinder. “Roxy, slide your hand from Bliss’s waist up along her ribcage—slowly, so we can feel the anticipation.”
Roxy’s fingertips trace lazily along my skin. I inhale sharply, tilting my head back exposing my neck to the camera. Roxy leans in, lips brushing along my breast and pebbled nipples in a series of feather-light kisses.
Roxy’s hand drifts to my leg, taking hold of my thigh and lifting it up and over her legs, putting my center on display. With the crotchless panties on, she’s now bearing my pussy for the camera to see. Her fingertips press into my clit, rubbing tiny circles... “You taste like cherry too,” she whispers.
Click.Click-click.
Her mouth latches onto my nipple as she swirls her tongue around the hard mound. Her fingers move quickly around my clit before slipping through my wet folds to my opening.
One finger.
In and out, she moves it. A steady pace, curling the tip of her finger as she pulls outward.
Then two.
I can feel the pressure building. My chest arches up, pushing my tit deeper into her face as she continues to finger fuck me.
“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “It feels so good. I’m so close.”
Her mouth pops off my tit, and she blows warm air across the already sensitive bud.
“I want you to come for me, Bliss. Show me how much you like this. How much it turns you on having my fingers deep inside of you. My mouth on these gorgeous tits of yours.”
“I love it,” I gasp. Her words are only pushing me closer to the edge. My hips begin to move in sync with her fingers. She presses the heel of her palm down on my clit and that's all it takes to send me careening over the edge.
My thighs slam together, holding her hand captive as my orgasm takes over. It’s earth shattering as my mouth falls open and my eyes close. I’ve never had an orgasm so intense before. The pleasure rips through me, but guilt lingers in its wake.
Not for the camera.
Not for Chad.
For Ezra. For acting like this changed nothing.
Click.Click-click.
