She nodded, breath catching. “More than okay.”
He kissed her—slow, deep—trailing his mouth down her jaw, neck, and the curve of her shoulder. His hands slid up her sides, thumbs brushing the underside of her bra. She gasped, hips arching toward him.
One hand slipped down between her thighs, parting the lace, fingers gliding along damp heat.
Krista let out a breathless moan.
“You’re so wet,” Joe murmured. “Is this what you’ve been thinking about? Me touching you like this?”
Her fingers curled against the wall. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He slid a finger inside, then another, curling them slowly. His thumb brushed over her clit in tight circles, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her from sliding down the wall.
“Let go for me,” he said softly. “Come for me, just like this.”
Her body tightened around his fingers, breath catching, legs shaking—and then finally she cried out, her orgasm rolling through her in waves. He held her the whole time, fingers coaxing her through it, whispering her name.
When she could finally breathe again, she let out a shaky laugh, one hand threading into his shirt.
“Holy hell.”
Joe smiled against her temple. “You’re incredible.”
She reached for the camera hanging against his chest. “And now,” she said, lips still kiss-dazed but eyes gleaming, “it’s my turn behind the lens.”
Joe didn’t argue.
“You, on my bed,” she said, motioning toward the other room.
She took the camera from the chair and followed him to the bed, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. She snapped a few shots of him sitting on the edge of the bed, then reached for his shirt.
One by one, she undid the buttons, clicking the shutter between each. She got him down to his briefs, then set the camera on the bedside table, angled slightly down.
Climbed into his lap, her breasts bare, her skin warm against his.
Click.
Their hands roamed, mouths explored, clothes slipping away. She straddled him, eyes locked on his as she guided him inside.
Joe groaned, his hands anchoring her hips, her name aprayer on his lips. She began to move, slow and steady, each roll of her hips dragging another ragged sound from his throat.
Krista reached back for the camera, caught the wild slide of hair across her shoulder, his jaw clenched, their bodies joined.
Click.
She passed it to him.
He took it with one hand, the other gripping her waist, and framed her mouth parted, sweat trickling down her neck.
Click.
Her eyes were half-lidded now, heavy with heat and trust. The light from the window bathed her in silver, illuminating her skin, every part of her laid bare for him—and still, he wanted more.
Joe glanced past her, over her shoulder, and spotted the black sash that had come with her dress, crumpled on the edge of the bed.
