by Bekki Lynn
“Don’t move, don’t move a muscle,” he said, setting her away from him as he stepped back, his breathing as heavy as hers. This was going to kill her. The slips of coming together and the abrupt push away as if she frightened him. She slid her damp palms down over the sheet, her breasts rising and falling as she took air in.
He picked up a camera, shooting a couple pictures head on before kneeling to take other shots. Her body trembled while her heavy lidded eyes followed him.
Once he sat the camera down, he handed her a champagne glass. “Are you trying to seduce me with alcohol?” she asked, needing to lighten the moment.
“It’s sparkling water.”
“I’m afraid it’s not going to help.” She rubbed the cool glass against her forehead and blew out. “This connection…it’s something.” She couldn’t have been more ready to spend hours making love with him if they’d been real lovers.
“We must control it.”
She sipped, watching him cross to where they’d be working. He picked up some items and returned to her. He’d composed himself. How could he do it so easily, so quickly?
Elan patted her forehead with a makeup pad to remove moisture as he’d done upstairs. His eyes were intent on what he was doing, but the lips that had touched hers moments before were right there. If she moved inches toward him, they’d be on hers again. He tipped her face up and examined her, lingering over her eyes.
“Perfect, you’re ready,” he whispered.
The softness of his voice almost broke her. She balled her hands at her sides. Otherwise, she’d be all over him and under his sweater. An ache to touch his skin burned through her.
Damn, she’d never felt so possessed before. And possessed she was. She’d never been so impatient for a man to touch her.
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Elan forced her silent pleas aside. She wanted him and her scent urged him to rave her. Not yet. Not time. It was too risky to chance their end to all this. He’d taken a risk by tasting her. His body ached for more of her.
With her hand in his, he ignored the way her small fingers tightened on his as he led her up to the platform where she’d appear to be on the bed. He loved the view flexibility projection gave him. She started to get into position, but then hesitated. “Yes. Position yourself like you sleep.”
She faced the wall and drew her foot up along her leg, resting it alongside her knee. “Oh,” she said as she swayed toward him.
He grabbed her by the waist, righting her as he closed his eyes on the feel of her softness and how easy it would be to let his hands lower over hips he wanted pressed into him.
“Your hands are kindle to the fire,” she whispered, turning her face toward him.
“Press your body into the wall and let it be your support,” he spoke against her ear.
When he was sure she was secure, he instructed her, “Lace your fingers into your hair. She curved her arm around her face, covering fingers to the first knuckle. He drew her hand down and turned the ring for the camera to catch the gem.
Professionalism took over and he arranged her hair, letting it feather, but not completely cover the earring. Then he checked the bracelet, and lowered to check the anklet.
He breathed in and inhaled her arousal while he moved the sheet to reveal the anklet on her drawn up ankle. Cassandra, Cassandra, my innocent temptress, he thought as his hand caressed her leg, stopping at the knee. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over the crease of bent joint. Her foot slipped and he held it in place while his lips brushed over her calf. She moaned.
Elan sat back on his heels and then pushed himself up. His cock strained against his zipper. Leaning toward her, he whispered, “We’ll be rewarded for the rise and fall.”
“Ecstasy it will be,” she said with breathlessness.
“Yes.” He brushed his lips over her cheek then stepped down from the platform. Grabbing the bottle, he guzzled more to appease the need to drink her in.
He set the bottle down. The draw between them was getting stronger. Walking around the tripod to take the stills first, he looked through the viewer. What he saw had his lungs tightening. For a long moment, he felt as if he stopped breathing. His mind whirled with the way the camera loved her. Various ways of capturing her flew through his mind and he reached into his case and pulled out a lens cover to encase her in a fog. He snapped it over the lens and looked at her through the viewer. She was sexy without trying to be, a rare quality.
Gazing at her over the camera, he wondered how any man could sleep beside her for fear she’d vanish before he woke. He swallowed and forced his attention back to the camera.
Moments later, Elan replaced the fog lens with a light yellow lens to enhance her softness, her warmth and took more photos. His heart thudded against his ribs as his mind worked faster than the clicks of the camera. He walked around the tripod and picked up the digital camera, wiping his arm across his forehead. Crouching, he slipped around the platform.
The serene look on her face had him lowering the camera. He had to see with the naked eye. A faint aura surrounded her, a clear bubble edged in a pearly opal and a pale rose color swirling about. The sight stopped and restarted his heart in a single beat. He took a couple shots, wondering if something would show in the photos, then he stepped up beside her. “We’re going to turn over and get some shots on your back.” Damn! Why couldn’t he at least keep some resemblance of decorum in his voice?
Cassandra’s lids rose with slow caution until she stared into his eyes. They beckoned him to come closer. He wanted to, but he didn’t dare. A few more shots and he’d take her to his home, to his bed.
She used the wall to prevent herself from falling when she lowered her leg to turn around. “I don’t know how models do this on a regular basis. It’s hard to hold a pose like this,” she told him, her voice uneven, but quiet. It drew him closer in spite of his will to keep a distance.
Caressing her cheek with the back of a finger was all he dared to do. She moaned and the flutter of her eyes had him wanting to haul her upstairs and out of the building, taking her to his bed. “We’re almost there,” he whispered. Almost finished with this part of the charade, he reminded himself. He must stay focused. Elan stepped back, eyeing her.
She took a long, deep inhale and let it out before she leaned back against the wall. He reached out, played with the sheet, and placed her left hand over the knot. The aroused tips of her breasts pushed against the sheet, teasing him. With shaky fingers, he ran them through her hair, fanning enough to allow the glitter of the earrings to shine through the strands. The necklace lay perfect against the flush of her skin, the ring rested on her finger as if it belonged there. He stared at the tips of her breasts. His mouth watered, wanting to suckle until her knees buckled. Not the thoughts he wanted at this moment.
Perspiration beaded down his back. He wanted to draw her up on the wall and impale her. He shook his head and took a couple full-length shots.
Trying to think of the gems, he moved in for close-ups, adjusting the lens focus as he moved around the platform. Then he made a mistake. He glanced up at her. Those hungry eyes followed him under lowered lashes, her breasts rising and falling. He could see her opening the sheet and watched the unveiling of a real woman. Her body begged him to come closer. He shut his eyes. No, he ordered himself. Not time. Not here.
Elan opened his eyes and she was as he’d posed her, covered, watching him. He swallowed, recognizing the escalation of the power. They must finish. “Run your tongue over your lips.” She did and his cock jerked. He groaned. The camera shook when he tried to focus. Cassandra’s foot slipped, causing the anklet to twist. He moved forward to fix it. She moaned at his touch.
Chapter 7
“Let’s go to the bed,” he managed to say. She started to fall when she forgot to lower her leg before attempting to move forward. “In a hurry?” he asked, catching her. He meant to make light of it, but the huskiness of his voice gave a different meaning. The fire raged in him.
She sounded equally as affected. He grabbed the camera, turned off the lights and left her to follow him. He didn’t dare touch her right now. He’d hurt her with the need threatening to erupt. When he flipped on the lights around the bed, he saw her climb on the bed and sit with her legs under her. She ran her hands over the cool satin, her eyes on them. His chest heaved and he raised the camera to capture the innocence of a seductress. Cassandra raised her head and looked through the viewer at him. “What do you want?” she asked with a sultriness, causing shivers to shoot through him.
The camera slipped, but he caught it. He swallowed. “Give me what you’re comfortable with.” Under normal circumstances, he knew beforehand what the client wanted, but this wasn’t a client. Shudders swept through him when she leaned back on her elbows, bringing her legs forward. The glimpse of the green thong she’d left on had his zipper pressing into hard flesh.
He wanted shots of her with her hand splayed over the scrap of green, the ring, the bracelet, maybe a finger slipped beneath the band as if she was thinking of removing them. Images raced through his mind. Heat broiled in his gut and more sweat beaded on his forehead.
She rubbed the soft sole of her foot against her ankle as she shook her hair back behind her. He reached for a softener lens and snapped it on the camera as she moaned.
“Do you feel it?’ she asked him.
“What do you feel?”
“I’m not sure. It’s like…It’s stronger than before.”
She ran her fingers through her hair as he forced himself to watch via the viewfinder. The air thickened around them, heavy, breathless air filled with monumental tension. He wanted to rip the sheet from her body and give a warrior cry as he joined with her body.
“I’ve awakened from these bizarre dreams…feeling like I’ve had hot…sweaty sex.” Her tongue ran over lips and she blew out while her breasts heaved. “Now, it’s like…intense foreplay.”
“The psyche factor,” he told her as he moved around the bed. She fell back on the pillow and the look on her face combined with her heaving breasts caused him to lower the camera. Color came into her cheeks and spread, her hips rose and her heel dug into the bed. He forced himself to continue taking shots, but the sounds of the camera no longer played a song for him. He’d never seen anyone come alive as she was. She groaned and balled the bedding in her hands. Her eyes closed and he forced down a moan and tried to tune out the raging fire within himself.
“So hot…wonderfully hot,” she whispered as her back arched, tipping her head back.
She reached for the knot lying in her cleavage and undid it, tossing the fabric aside. Perspiration rolled down his chest from the effort of trying to hold himself back. Her beautiful, perfect breasts lay before him, the tips hard and begging to be touched. He backed up and picked up the remote to the hidden cameras he used for couples who wanted full range shots with privacy. What was happening before him needed recorded, even if it was in stills. She was consumed with the same fiery passion he’d been dealing with.
“More, I need more,” she mumbled.
It was sheer will power preventing him from dropping the camera. He heard the clicks, but he didn’t register pressing the button. He needed to touch her, taste her…
Trembling, he set the camera down, pulled his sweater over his head and kicked off his shoes as he undid his belt and removed his slacks along with his form fitted boxers.
He moved onto the bed and ran his hands up her silky legs. She sighed and his body quivered as he moved up her aroused flesh. He saw her eyes watching his beneath lowered lashes. Skimming and caressing her, flesh quivered beneath his touch while her body pulled him into the fire. He lowered, taking a hard nipple between his lips, suckling, wallowing in the shuddering moans filling the air around them.
Swirling with his tongue, she fisted a hand in his hair as her hips thrust into him. He moved to her other breast. Her breath hitched and thighs widened giving him more room. He reached down and yanked the narrow band holding the emerald scrap covering her pussy, ripping it from her body, and ran a finger through her scorching slit, opening her to him. He plunged into her wet heat. “Holy sweet Mesa,” he moaned. Her muscles gripped him as she grabbed his arms. Hot spring waters rushed through him. He couldn’t hold back.
Elan pumped into her, driving hard and deep. Her fingers moved over his chest and up around his neck. She pulled him down, wrapping her legs around him. Her tongue darted between his lips erotically circling his, stopping to draw his into her mouth, sucking and moaning. He claimed her mouth, hungry for the taste of her again. She snaked her fingers into his hair, holding him. He wasn’t ready for the fire stabbing him in the groin when she strained against him. He pulled up, staring into her eyes. He fell into the depths of her glassy blue eyes and she shuddered beneath him. He thrust, she strained and her hands fell to his shoulders, slid down his arms and her nails bit into him as she rocked with the onset of spasms, causing him to spurt his first load into her. His eyes closed when intense heat flowed through him. He slid a hand beneath her hip, holding her while their bodies convulsed with the full force of the orgasm.
She panted near his ear when he lowered his head next to hers. He nipped her ear and heard her breath catch as she thrust, groaned and bathed him with more of her wet heat. Darting his tongue in her ear, he felt her tense, heard her whimper. She pressed against his tongue as she held onto him, shuddering, coming again.
Before Cassandra had a chance to recover, he slipped from her pulsating pussy in his trek lower. She thrust her fingers into his damp hair as he teased the hard tips of her heaving breasts with his lips, nipped the milky-white flesh surrounding them with his teeth and then moved downward. Teasing her flat tummy with his lips, he inhaled the essence of her, fully aware she moved his damp hair from his forehead.
He grazed the sensitive flesh edging her blond tuft, feeling her quiver and flicked her clit. Her thighs came up, squeezing his head. He pushed them open and laved down the wet slit. His tongue came back up, deepening his penetration, tasting and swallowing the nectar, which came from their joining.
“Oh, Elan,” she gasped. He glanced up at her as the tip of his tongue washed over the hard bud. She arched and clawed at the sheet. He sucked on it, watching her and when she held her breath and her knuckles whitened, he backed off. Burying his face in her pussy, he drank her fresh release.
“Oh, god! Feels so wonderful,” she moaned.
Urged on by moans and gasps, he used his thumbs to open her wider and probed with the length of his tongue, mouthing her with his lips. Her fingers tangled with his hair, yanking, he looked up at the glazed eyes piercing him.
“Let me taste you.”
His heart palpitated, but he turned, straddling her. She ran her velvet tongue over him. Her mouth closed over him, drawing him in and down into her throat. Amazed she was capable of taking him, he shivered and fought the need to enjoy her mouth. He had to refrain from ramming his long length down her throat and let her have control.
He gasped when her tongue washed along his base and spread her thighs wider to go deeper into her pussy. When he felt the muscles flex around his tongue, the strain in her thighs, a current spiraled through him. He pulled from her and turned to face her, caressing her cheek as he slipped into her waiting cavern. He covered her face in kisses as he moved slow and easy, each stroke going deeper, igniting a deeper, more intense need.
Their eyes met and he fell into them as their groins danced, taking them beyond anything he’d ever experienced. The blue waves, the foam slapping against the rocks, the wind howling around them. Somewhere, anywhere, it didn’t matter, he could hear it, see it. “Oh, Cassandra,” he moaned as he pounded her hard and fast. She matched him, struggling for the fulfilling release, yet fighting to prolong the ecstasy. Whimpers poured from her.
Nails scraped his flesh and he chanted, “Consumed with fire, we leave this earth carried to the heavens by
the wind before the rains come to chill.”
Her heels dug into him. He heard the primal guttural cry as he ground against her clit and shot a surprising second round into her. The simpering whines of her deep orgasm had him pulling out to the edge, ramming into her until her body quaked, and her breath hitched. Her fingers bit into him as sounds of complete surrender filled his ears like the sounds of the ocean in a raging storm. He collapsed, drained.
Words were not forthcoming as they searched and watched one another, their bodies twitching with aftershocks. Her heart pounded against him and knew she could feel his.
Temporarily satiated, he rolled to her side, keeping her close in case she disappeared. They lay entwined, panting. If this wasn’t another night of torturous dreams, he wanted to make sure he had his fill of his magical woman.
He tipped her face up and she looked at him with sleepy eyes. “We need to finish this at my home.”
“It can’t be necessary to end this…”
The quiet way she trailed off, he knew she’d fallen asleep. He’d give her as long as it took him to shut down the studio, but then they had to leave. A glance at his watch told him the cleaning crew would be coming on within the hour. He slipped from the bed, dressed and tried to recall where they left her clothing.
Elan opened the door and bounced off an invisible barrier when he went to step through the doorway. “What the hell?” He reached out, felt what he couldn’t see, and followed it to the edges, meeting the doorframe. The barrier she spoke of. It’s trapped them inside. Cassandra groaned and he looked over his shoulder. She stirred, reaching out to where he had lain.
“Elan,” she sighed and he turned toward her. The sheet he’d covered her with moved down as the movement of her legs pulled on it. It revealed the flesh of her breast as she lay on her stomach. Beautiful was all he could think. She was purity in an erotic storm. His cock began to harden like it hadn’t been spent. He took a step toward her and hit the bed. When had he closed the distance between the door and bed?