“I know this is hard, but try to act relaxed. Just ignore me as I walk around you. Go ahead and move your head or your hands. Be yourself.”
She wasn’t sure she even knew how to do that. At first when he snapped the photos, he’d make small noises, which seemed closer to groans than actual words. He almost acted as if he’d caught the perfect shot.
“Now turn your body toward me and try to lean back.”
She dropped back her head. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she pulled out her collar and held her elbows out, framing her face.
“Perfect. Hold that pose.”
Her stomach ached from leaning back. When he stopped shooting, she sat up. “Do you have a bench or something? It might be more comfortable if I can rest my hands behind me.”
He looked around. “Be right back.”
A minute later he returned with a long bench. “How’s this?”
“Perfect.”
“I’d show you some of the fabulous shots I just took, but I don’t want your head to swell.”
That would never happen. After he moved the stool, she reclined on the bench. She placed one boot on the seat and stretched out the other leg. Then she leaned back, making sure to lift her tits high in the air.
Clay moved in. Click, click, click. “Beautiful. You are exquisite.”
The compliments helped relax her. As he moved around, she got more comfortable with the camera. She opened her mouth a bit and tilted her head. The more provocative the pose, the more he told her how gorgeous she was.
Clay stopped and put the camera down. “I think we need another adjustment.” He came over. “Do you mind if we unbutton a few of these?”
“No.” She reached down and undid the first three. When she glanced down, her cleavage showed.
“Wow. I love the purple bra. Do you think we can see a bit more?”
Go for it. You won’t see him again after nine days. “Sure.” She undid four more buttons and slipped the shirt down over her shoulders.
He snapped away for another few minutes. “How about if we get rid of the shirt all together?”
She could see where this was headed. Now was the time to decide yea or nay. As slow as she could, she unhooked the last button and tossed the shirt on the floor.
“Christ, but you’re a vision.”
She sat up and placed both feet on the floor. She spread her legs and leaned over, giving him full access to her cleavage. Clay moved in, and her heart sped up. She trusted he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation unless she wanted him to. At the moment, her body was giving her the green light.
“So pretty,” he said with his eyelids half-closed. He reached out and lowered one strap. Stepping back, he continued to shoot. She lowered the other strap. “That’s it. Do whatever you want.”
Her hand happened to rest between her thighs. Her pussy was getting wet thinking about what this man could do if she let him.
Once more he stopped shooting. “I have an idea.” He stepped over to a cabinet and pulled out a sheet. “Would you mind putting this on?”
“Do you want me naked underneath?”
He hesitated. “It’s up to you.” He gave her the sheet. “I’ll give you a moment.”
As he turned his back, she swore she caught his smile. He closed the door behind him, and she quickly took off all but her panties. That would have been a bit too forward. After wrapping the sheet around her, she called his name.
He trotted back in. “Ready?” She was unable to read his reaction to the sheet tightly wrapped around her.
“Yes.”
Holding up the sheet with her right hand, Clay strode around her. “Tilt your head back.” She did as he instructed. He moved in close. “For the maximum effect, how about pinching your nipples. They’ll look beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure about that, but she obeyed. Just her touch ignited something inside her. She loosened the tension in her hand and the sheet slipped a bit. The nipples were still covered, but the engorged tips pressed outward.
Clay’s breath hitched. “I can’t tell you what I’d give to shoot you naked.”
There it was. The request she’d expected. Only it didn’t sound like it came from a man who wanted to merely get laid, but from an artist who wanted to do his best for his subject. She held out her hands, and the sheet fell to the floor. Her pulse raced so hard she was sure his photos would pick up the thudding in her chest.
“Jesus. I’ve never seen anyone more exciting.”
His words rang true. Since she’d almost bared all, her inhibitions seemed to fly away the more photos he took. She lifted her breasts and he moved in.
“So lovely.”
In one daring move, she turned around, kept her legs spread wide and placed her hands on the bench. When she looked behind her at him and smiled, he looked like a man possessed.
The constant clicking of the shutter told he was enjoying the shoot as much as she was. She turned around and dragged her hands down her waist.
“Do you think I look fat?” Shit. She shouldn’t have asked that. Clearly, she was searching for a compliment. That wasn’t a very attractive trait.
He lowered his camera. “Hell, no. Your body is the perfect canvas. You have creamy, flawless skin. Those models you see in the magazines are all airbrushed because their sharp planes create shadows. You’re perfect.”
He had her with his first sentence. Bolder now, she straddled the bench and leaned forward. He must have taken another hundred shots when he held out his hand. “Come with me.”
Without a word, she followed him as he led her down the hallway. Her body vibrated with tiny pulses of anticipation. Her breasts swayed as she hurried to keep up with his long strides. When they reached the last door on the right, he brought her into his bedroom. Soft light filtered in through the windows.
The blanket on the bed had been hastily tossed over the sheets. The furniture was pine and all male. With her in tow, he placed the camera on the side table then spun around and pulled her close. The kiss made her heart thump. The touch started out light as if he was trying to savor the moment, but the second she wrapped her arms around his back, the scrumptious contact intensified.
The rough fabric covering his hard cock rubbed against her stomach. If only she had on heels and stood on a stepladder, their bodies would have aligned. He dragged a tongue along the seam of her lips, asking permission to enter. Eyes fluttering closed, she opened up to him, ready for the taste and texture of this alluring man. She wasn’t sure what a male siren was called, but whatever it was, he was it. His sweet breath had a hint of coffee. When their tongues finally collided, her senses exploded. Need rushed through her body, and her pussy walls contracted. She pressed her thighs together to stop the torment from taking hold, but when his fingers dug into her ass, she gave up the fight. His deep-throated groan set off a series of pleasure bursts that pebbled her nipples.
He broke the kiss and leaned back. “I want you, sugar. I can’t even tell you how much.” His heavy lids lowered as his mouth captured her again.
This time he brushed against her lips with the softest of caresses that held the promise of more sweet touches if she allowed him to explore her body. Every cell screamed she wanted him. He was almost godlike in the way he held her with such reverence. She was the one who wanted to ravage him. Somehow she knew that she’d never get the chance. Clay Stegman was the type of man to totally control everything. Right now, she wanted to give up the power and be helpless in his arms.
As if her wish was his command, he lifted her in his arms and walked her over to the bed. His gaze never left her face. Holding her in one arm, he lowered the blanket and placed her on the cool sheets. Having no idea what he planned to do, she said nothing as her heart slammed against her chest.
Chapter Five
Clay stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head.
“Oh, my God. You’re gorgeous.” That was a total understatement. The contours of his chest rippled as he unhook
ed his jeans.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Robin had seen bodies similar to his in some Calvin Klein ads, but Clay was more rugged and most definitely more manly. The sprinkling of hair on his chest and the treasure trove that led to something delicious was far more appealing than those shaved models.
Her gaze followed his fingers as he popped open the buttons on his fly. Clay chuckled. “Never seen a man undress before?” His tone wasn’t mocking, thank goodness.
“Not one as exciting as you.”
“Sugar, you’re just trying to butter me up.”
His sincerity surprised her. She would have thought half the women in town would be after him. The fact he seemed to want her thrilled her right down to her toes. “Not any more than you’re trying to butter me up.”
By now he was naked, and her mind lost some of its ability to even talk. He crawled onto the bed and straddled her. She couldn’t help but drag her gaze down to his humongous cock. There was no way that was going to fit inside her.
“Don’t worry, sugar, it’ll fit. Trust me.”
That was scary. “Do you always read minds?”
“Just faces. It’s what I do.”
She supposed that was true. A good photographer had to understand human emotion in order to know the right moment to take the picture.
On his knees, he traced a line with his finger from the top of her shoulder down her arm, touching her so lightly that it raised the hair.
“You have such soft skin.”
She wasn’t sure anyone had ever commented on her body the way Clay just had. “Thank you.”
She reached up to reciprocate when he gently lowered her arm. “You’ll have to wait until I’m finished. I don’t want to get distracted.”
His voice dripped with sex appeal mixed with yearning, making her body ached for something more. As his finger traveled up her arm and across her collarbone toward the hollow of her throat, her nipples pebbled in the hopes he’d play with them.
He replaced his finger with his palms. This time he increased the pressure, but as he lowered his hands down her arms, his thumbs brushed her breasts. His gaze dropped to her nipples.
“I have to taste them. From the first time I saw you, I knew you’d be exquisite.”
Each cell in her body melted. He dropped onto his haunches and licked the tips of her breasts. Sizzling pleasure bubbled up from inside. She yearned to reach out and touch his cock in the same way until she remembered his words. She wasn’t sure it was fair that he got to sample her before she could touch him, but what was a girl to do? The next lick tossed out every objection she might have had.
When his teeth scraped across the crest, her hips bucked up, and she grabbed his massive arms.
“You like that?”
Before she could answer, he sucked on her nipple. A torrent of bliss cut off her response. His hand rolled the nipple on the other side. Between the licking, rubbing, and sucking, her pussy was getting wetter by the minute. Streaks of pleasure radiated down her sides.
He leaned back and lifted a breast in each hand. His callused thumbs were free to strum across the already engorged nipples. Each flick made her body ache.
“Please touch my pussy.”
He chuckled. “Trust me when I say I’ll give your pretty little cunt more attention than you’ve ever had before. I want to enjoy every inch of your body first.”
Those words might have sounded like ones of devotion, but right now she needed his cock inside her more than she needed to be worshipped. “How about some sex first and licking afterward?”
He leaned forward and nibbled on her chin then her lips. “I love your enthusiasm, but I think I need to teach you some patience.” He sealed his comment with a scorching kiss. “Now if you don’t mind, I want to get back to your beautiful tits before I delve into your glorious pussy.”
“You’re killing me here.”
All he did was grin. This time when he returned to her tits, he bunched them together and plastered his face in between the big mounds. Surrounding his rough face with her tits made her feel so feminine. When he emerged, he grabbed her nipple in his mouth and devoured it. Electric shocks coursed through her.
She couldn’t stand the molten passion flowing through her anymore. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed hard on his skull. That seemed to incite his lust even more. He alternated between one breast and the other until the tips were so swollen and distended that even a lick had her pussy creaming.
Clay slid downward and nudged opened her legs. Finally! He dragged a hand from her breast down across her belly. The pressure held her prisoner while his tongue divided her pussy lips. His free hand then held the lips apart as his mouth clamped onto her opening.
Heat ignited her insides. Nerves rejoiced while her creamy hole bubbled over with carnal delight.
“Your pussy is so sweet.”
“I bet your cock tastes as good.”
He looked up and grinned. “Wait your turn.”
Why did he have to torment her so? With his free hand he slid a finger into her hole. Her inner walls clamped down on him as pulses of need rippled up her body. When he added another finger, her breath caught in her throat. His touch intoxicated her, and his mouth was like a drug, one she was sure she’d become addicted to if she lived here.
All thought disappeared when he latched onto her clit. The tiny bud vibrated when the tip of his tongue flicked it mercilessly back and forth. Her body spasmed as her climax built. She dragged her hands down his shoulders, loving the cuts and planes of his muscles that moved every time his tongue lashed out.
Her moans increased from the barrage of his smoldering sucks.
“Clay, please. Hurry.”
He looked up at her. Her mouth was partially open and her lids heavy. He took mercy and reached out to the side table. The drawer squeaked open. His fingers fumbled a bit until he found what he was looking for. He handed her the condom as he went back to work on her wanton body.
She tore open the foil and extracted the condom. “Let me put it on.”
He sat up and shook his head. “You won’t be kind.”
That was the truth. He removed the item from her hand and stretched the latex over his cock that was now almost purple in color. Once he was covered, he dragged his legs on the outside of hers and leaned onto his elbows. With his cock at her entrance, he kissed her sweetly at first then with more passion.
The heady rush electrified her. She grabbed his ass and pressed his tight buns toward her. She kneaded the flesh, loving his hard ass muscles. He came up for air and breached her opening. The first press stole her breath. His girth was more than she’d ever experienced. At least her juices were flowing so much that she was able to accommodate him. He eased in partway and stopped.
She lifted her hips to urge him on, but his trail of kisses landed on her ear and sidetracked her. Wherever he touched, her body caught on fire.
“Fuck me.” Did I say that? Clay had turned her head too much.
“Be careful what you wish for.” He drove into her farther, punctuating his comment.
As he edged down her molten channel, her body shot into flames. Her fingernails scraped along the contours of his ass. His groan seemed to start low in his belly and bubble up before turning into a grunt.
She dropped back her head and lifted her breasts to increase the pressure of his corded muscles on her body. He drove into her until his balls slapped against her ass. Without thought, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock butted against the back wall farther, setting off sparks of need. The fire he lit long ago raged inside her.
He slowly withdrew most of the way, leaned forward, and entered again. With each thrust, her body better accommodated him, but it also stimulated every cell to the point where her orgasm was on the brink. Her pussy coiled into a tight spring ready to explode. Her breaths came out quicker as his thrusts increased.
When she milked his cock, he stopped. “I’m about t
o blow. Be careful.”
“So am I.” She pulled the muscles in her abdomen tight and tried to hold her thighs rigid to stave off the building explosion that was about to erupt.
His grip on her shoulders intensified as he pounded into her. Each time his large cock traveled into her, her greedy pussy pulsed and heated her core to an unfathomable temperature. Blood raced through her veins taking her higher and higher. Her orgasm finally burst and washed over her. Her near scream gurgled up from inside and escaped on intermittent breaths. Thrills scattered over her body.
“God, Robin.”
Clay closed his eyes and continued to glide in and out until his mouth opened and a groan escaped. He held still once he became fully embedded inside her. His cock expanded, and a rush of warmth pulsed through her. Her pussy stretched so far her eyes flew open.
His hot jism filled the condom-covered cock, and she hung on tight until he finished.
She wanted to say how amazing that was, but nothing came out of her mouth. It had been too long since she’d had sex. Even then, nothing compared to this experience.
When both of their breaths slowed, he pulled out of her and rolled on his back. “That was something else, sugar.”
She leaned up on her elbow and patted his flat abs. “Yeah.”
His grin was slow to gain ground. “I really like you, Robin Long.”
His words sunk deep into her soul and seemed to change her internal chemistry. “Ditto.”
Clay leveraged himself off the bed and headed into the adjoining bath. He returned with a wet cloth and swiped it between her legs. “That’s just the beginning.”
She had no idea what that meant. “How so?”
“You’re here for nine more wonderful days, right?”
“Yes.”
“I think maybe I’ll be seeing a lot of you.”
Wouldn’t that be nice? She understood he worked for Bella’s husband, but she wondered where loyalty ended and desire began.
A clicking noise sounded from the front of the house. Clay jumped up and closed the door. “It’s Matt.”
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