Sex Sessions: Uncut (Camera Tales #1)

by Charisse Spiers

She grabs my hand to keep a balance as she comes down the slope, and then lets go to remove her flip-flops. She stares out at the water. It's mostly calm with a mild breeze out today. "Oh okay. Well, might as well enjoy it while we're here." She takes off running, the words trailing behind her. "Last one there is a rotten egg."

  Sand sprays from her heels, both hands full with something. Instead of running behind her like I should, I remove my shoes, grab them with my hand, and walk at a steady pace with the cooler in the other. I watch her; because it's so much better than letting the image go as I run after her.

  She stops midway; dropping her bag and shoes, then quickly discards her shorts, leaving her in only a bikini. Already I'm not far behind because of my wider stride. Before I reach her she takes off again, running full force into the water, and screaming the entire way until she's far enough out the water reaches her waist so she can fall forward to submerge herself.

  I stop and set the cooler down next to her bag, before tossing my shoes down beside it. "How is it?" I yell out to ensure she can hear me.

  I smile when she does a barrel roll to face me. She starts to backstroke toward deeper water. I can see boats off in the distance. "You'll have to come in to find out! I'm not telling," she yells back.

  "So it's like that, huh?"

  I toss my cap down and remove my shirt, before walking toward the shoreline. "It could be worse."

  My feet hit the water. It's cool, but not cold. The sun is bearing down, keeping it temperate. She's becoming more distant, still swimming away from me. "You're too far. Hold up."

  All of those shark attack stories in shallow levels suddenly hit me. I don't like it. Call me crazy, but it can happen. "Or what?"

  I trudge through the water as fast as I can without looking like a total douche. "You really don't want to know."

  The distance finally starts closing between us. "Maybe I do."

  "Guys and panic usually results in rough sex while firmly grabbing less orthodox places that some may even classify as abuse to the mildest degree."

  Her mouth drops. "Really?"

  Her hands wade in the water. It's deeper than I thought. Only my head is above water. "Yes."

  "And this is supposed to scare me away? Sounds like fun."

  I grab at her hip. "Come here."

  She grips the back of my neck and I pull her against me. She wraps her legs around my waist. "Someone is protective."

  "That's what happens when someone works her way inside your barriers and steals your heart."

  "I admit to nothing."

  I laugh. "But you didn't deny it either. That's the same thing."

  "No, I just call it a tradeoff. We're even."

  My arms enclose around her waist, squeezing her against me. "I like that."

  She stares at me. The look on her face has me hardening. It's one of those looks like she's trying hard to read all of your thoughts without asking you, to ensure you're thinking of what she's thinking of.

  My eyes close when she leans in to kiss me. Her tongue is warm. Her taste is an addiction I've formed. It doesn't matter how many times I experience it, because it never becomes old. She tightens her hold on me and moans against my lips. "Have you ever had sex in the ocean?"

  "Surprisingly no. Never seemed sanitary."

  "I'm no expert here, but sometimes it's not about all the mental dissection of microbiology. Sometimes you just need to experience living in the moment, doing crazy things, and daring to be different, because those are the times you'll reflect back on for the rest your life and wish you could go back, even when I'm gone."

  "I don't want to think about you being gone."

  "You never know. I could die tomorrow. That's reality. I want to live my life as if I were to, and ours, so when it's my time to go I have a beautiful story to leave behind. It's hard to understand until you've lived the complete opposite. Right now we have a beautiful canvas ready to make a memory. I want one of your firsts, Sax. You have so many of mine."

  Even being so young she makes perfect sense. My sex life has been planned out down to the phrases I use during the act for so long now that I've somewhat forgotten spontaneity, intimacy, and passion - not that I ever really experienced those things on a deep level anyway. "Even without the spill I wouldn't have told you no. I'm not sure I could, though I'll be honest, the thought of you dying isn't really a turn on. I know I could live without you, but I'm to the point, Kambry, that I don't want to."

  "I love you so much," she whispers, and then kisses me again, but the power and neediness behind it this time leaves me feeling dizzy and oxygen deprived. I like it. I like it a fucking lot, so I reach between us and push my swim trunks down just low enough in the front to bare myself, then grab the base to position my dick between her legs. With my thumb I swipe her bottoms to the side and enter her, giving her what she wants, because doing that is what I want. She is what I want. At some point I'll make her my wife. I'd be stupid not to. I'm just depending on time to eliminate the fear I have of asking...again.

  "Bring me that bucket."

  I point to the large lime green one that came filled with sand toys we stopped and bought at the surf shop along the way. "Do you actually know what you're doing?"

  I grab a handful of sand and toss it at his legs as I smooth out a place for the foundation with my lower arm. "Puh-lease. I am a pro at making sand castles. Just wait. I'm confident enough to compete with the best. I've been doing this for years."

  "A sand castle pro, huh... Never heard of one of those before. Guess there's a first time for everything." He retrieves the bucket, handing it to me empty. "What next?"

  I grab it and stand to my feet. "Every build must start with a stable foundation. I need wet sand."

  I squat and begin to fill the bucket with the sand at the shoreline. He mirrors me, doing the same. "I'm pretty sure when I think of the words wet sand and you, as a necessity, it's for totally different reasons than yours."

  I laugh and shove him backward, causing him to lose his balance and land on his butt. "You're such a perv."

  "That's it. You're going to get it."

  My eyes widen and I jump up, before running down the stretch of beach to my right. I look back to see him running after me, already gaining on me. I run faster, my calves burning from my feet pushing through the texture of the sand. I scream when he grabs the strings on the back of my swimsuit top, pulling it loose.

  My arms bend upward to cover the triangular fabric over my boobs, trying to avoid falling out of my top. I glance back again, but he's not there. "What the hell?"

  I slow down, and just as I stop he knocks me down in the sand. I scream again, louder this time from being caught off guard. His body is lying over me, his eyes searing into mine. "Where did you come from?"

  The water washes ashore, wetting us as we lie in the sand. He grips my thigh in one hand. My heart starts pounding hard against my chest cavity. Nervousness sets in. It always does with him. My breathing is still hard and uneven from running. "It doesn't matter where I came from. What matters is that I caught you. I'll always catch you."

  "Then I'll always let you, as long as you never stop chasing me."

  "Never. You're the perfect catch. If I ever forget though, because being a guy it's highly likely, just take it with a grain of salt. If I ever have a lapse in good judgment or my memory fails me, just keep running and know that I'm not far behind, because my heart will remind me when my brain tries to betray me. That I promise. Don't run to someone else."

  "I don't think I physically can. I'm kind of stuck on you."

  “Like the song?”

  I smile, my insides feeling like they could combust. I’ve found the complement to my soul. “Perfect song,” I respond. “If you like music like Lionel Richie, then we’ll be just fine, because to be with you till the end would be a dream come true.”

  “And I thought you were too young to know about soul music,” he says, still staring at me.

  “My body may be young,
Sax, but my soul is aged well beyond my years.”

  “I guess that makes two of us. Maybe they were just searching for each other.”

  “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

  “Funny, I thought I was the luckiest guy.”

  He pushes my top toward my neck with the tip of his nose, brushing along my breast. I can't think when he touches me this way. His lips envelop my nipple, before lightly sucking. He pulls the string of my bikini bottom and unties it, and then does the other side, before letting the back half fall to the sand. "What are you doing?"

  "It's my turn to ask for a first. I want to make love to you on the beach."

  "Yeah?"

  "Yeah. It's kind of your fault, you know."

  "How is it my fault?"

  "You started talking about how you need wet sand, and that was a code to me that meant you needed to be fucked in the sand; naked and wet."

  My body begins to shake beneath him. His voice is so low and deep. It always is when he's turned on. I place my hands on his lower back, then slide them beneath the band of his shorts and squeeze his butt with both hands, trying to calm my nerves. Happiness overwhelms me. The need to have him again is consuming. "You've never had sex on the beach either?"

  "No. I guess I was holding out for the right girl even though I didn't know it."

  I bite my bottom lip as he kisses the round portion of my breast, running his hand up my side, as he licks his way up my neck to my ear. "So sand castles can wait?"

  I wrap my wet, sand covered legs around him. The gritty, annoying texture no longer registers. The only thing I can consider is that I'm about to make a memory that I'll never forget. People may not understand our need to have each other so frequently, but unless you have that kind of a relationship with someone, you wouldn’t understand. Sometimes the best way to tell someone how you feel is to simply show them how much you want them, in every possible way. We have years to tone down our desire. Right now, I’d rather enjoy the fact that he wants me this way, over and over again. I’ve learned that sex isn’t a bad thing. It’s a beautiful thing, but the imperative part is to find the one that makes it beautiful to experience with.

  My hands comb through the back of his hair. "This is so much better than sand castles."

  I push his swim trunks down to his thighs, showing him I'm ready. "I was hoping you would say that."

  He kisses me. Each time he does it's slightly different. Each kiss becomes more telling of how he feels inside. Every emotion has a kiss specific to it. It's not something I can explain properly with words. It's one of those things you just have to experience. My heart has never felt so content in all of my life. If someone were to ask me what I want right now, given the opportunity to have anything, I would say nothing at all and mean it whole-heartedly, because I've noticed that when we're together everything seems peaceful and my world freezes. Nothing or no one can top him. He's my life altering person.

  I've always had this weird take on what being in love is. I guess you can blame it on all of the fairy tales, but I kind of thought it was this magical, glittery, instant, body warming feeling that kept you in this fantasy bubble, like a snow globe, but it's not. Real love is built just like a sand castle: carefully and a little at a time. Creating the foundation is just realizing with each second that you want another, regardless of what you're doing. It's finding someone that piques your interest one night and then seeing him again becomes a consuming thought that never really goes away. It's your heart pushing you to find out where it could go and trusting that it's leading you right where you want to end up.

  Once the basic foundation of attraction, lust, giddiness, and flirting have been constructed, over time and with each memory you add, you fall harder, deeper, and before you know it you're looking at the most beautiful castle you've ever seen, because the builder with passion for what he's developing will always put in the hardest work.

  Being here with him on this very beach, and being completely inappropriate as he enters me for anyone to catch a glimpse should they arrive doesn't bother me at all, because my heart is falling so hard for him that I don't care about anything else. That's what he does to me. He owns me...in every form imaginable.

  I'm completely in love with Saxton Maverick Cambridge; the farm boy from Oakdale, California, the sexy heartthrob, the loyal boyfriend, the guy that stole my heart, and the porn star. He isn't any one of those things, but all of them. His career doesn't define who he is. His character does.

  I grab my black leather jacket off the back of the couch and walk to the bottom of the stairs. "Kambry. You ready? We're going to be late if you don't come on."

  "One second. I'll be right down."

  I pull my jacket on over my bare skin, waiting. It's the last weekend in the house for a while...or ever, depending on which way this turns out. It's kind of hard to believe it's gone by this fast. Originally I thought it was going to drag, that I would get bored, and that I would get tired of sex...like I usually do when filming. None of those things have happened once. Not one damn time have I had issues getting up. Amazing.

  Midnight on Sunday the cameras stop for privacy. Monday we leave. The first episode will be available for purchase and viewing next week, and we'll be New York bound. I'm ready. It doesn't bother me that the cameras are around, because I'm used to them, but at the same time I want to be around her with no other eyes and ears. I want to have unrestricted conversation. Not Q and A’s here and there over text. I want her all to myself again. I have no idea what the trailer or the first run consists of. Michael hasn't given us our copy yet. I'm a little curious.

  I glance at my watch when I hear her heels tapping against the wooden stairs. My attention diverts to the direction of the sound, just before my jaw falls toward the floor. My eyes slowly move up the length of her legs from the tall, black heels she's wearing. Her skin is glistening with a light shimmer. She's smooth, bare, and legs for fucking days. I finally reach the black, leather fabric, hitting just below her barely covered ass. The waistband rises and stops at the bottom of her navel, and then it returns to bare skin. Her stomach tightens as she descends the stairs.

  Two steps away from me and her fucking beautiful tits stare me in the eyes: black bra, mostly sheer, cleavage everywhere, her breasts covered by nothing more than black lace above her nipples. "Fuck. Hottest damn girl I've ever met."

  I blink a few times, trying to force my mind to work. Black lacy bra... I clear my throat as the words exit. "Hell no, Kambry."

  Her bright red stained lips spread upward. "What? It's leather and lace night. I kind of feel like a modern day Sandy from Grease."

  "We work in a nightclub. There is plenty of other shit you could wear besides that."

  "The point. We work in a nightclub. I love theme nights." She holds up a short leather jacket that matches the skirt. From the looks of the length it stops at rib level...serving absolutely no purpose. "I have this to wear until I get there."

  I shake my head. "I never tell you what to wear, because that's something assholes do, but baby, you cannot wear that. I'm asking you."

  "Sax, come on. Are you serious? It covers the same as a bikini. We fuck in front of cameras. Are you really worried about my covered boobs? Everyone is going to see the real things at some point."

  "Kambry, it's not about someone seeing your tits. Okay, maybe a little, but I've come to terms with it on a screen; not in the flesh where someone can smell you - damn you smell good - and they can be felt up by one touchy asshole. Those are mine. I have to work the bar. I can't stand by you the entire night to make sure stupid, drunk fucks keep their hands to themselves. All it takes is you dropping one thing on the floor and some arrogant frat boy whipping his dick out to try to be sly. I may be nice, understanding, and forgiving for the most part, but all it takes for me to snap and commit murder is someone tainting what's mine. With her, I didn't do much of fucking anything, but with you, a side no one wants to see will come out. Make sense?"

 
She takes another step toward me, still grinning, before threading her fingers into the back of my hair: her favorite place. "Is someone jealous?"

  "Extremely."

  "Does it make me sound immature if I admit that I liked hearing that you're different with me than her?"

  "There is no comparison. You're my person."

  "It makes me hot when you talk like that." She drops her jacket. Her fingers rub down the folded down collar of mine. "And this bad boy look you have going on is the icing on the cake. You aren't wearing a shirt. I may be jealous myself."

  My hands snake around to the top of her ass. "Not the same thing. There is a huge difference in a beautiful girl with an absolute perfect rack and ass and a man with a set of abs. Men have repulsive minds."

  She roughly grabs my hard dick through my black jeans, catching me off guard. "Fuck."

  "You like that?" Her voice is thick. Her tone is low. She has adopted the act of being sexy as if she never went without it.

  "Yes. Damn. I may like you in leather."

  "Ahhh. What if I let you mark me on these stairs before we leave? We have a few minutes. You up for a quickie? Then I'll be a natural male repellant."

  She's rubbing my dick. It's been over twenty-four hours since I was inside of her. That's a long time for us. "Your offer is very tempting."

  She grabs the button on my jeans and unbuttons them; then slowly slides the zipper down as she speaks. "No underwear?"

  I smirk. "Nope."

  "Even better. You don't even have to kiss me. Just fuck me from behind and make me smell of you. Then I'll be on you too and neither of us will worry about anyone else."

  "You wet?"

  "Aren't I always?"

  "Fucking shit. There is no way in hell I'm turning that down. Turn around and bend over. Place your hands on the step."

  "As you wish, baby."

  She slowly turns and seductively bends forward, placing each palm shoulder length apart, and then shakes her ass side to side. How in the hell did I get this lucky? Maybe my fucking loyalty in the past is finally paying off.