Picture Perfect

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Damn it, Mel,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “You know I like it, but you still shouldn’t be wearing it. Not around me, of all people.”

  “Don’t be silly, Kurt.” I turned and smiled at him. “You’ve seen me in a lot less than this ‑‑ I didn’t think it would bother you.”

  “Well, it does.” He frowned. “And I thought we said we weren’t going to talk about it. About, you know…”

  “I know,” I said lightly. “But I couldn’t help thinking about it since Lisa McKenzie finally sent some copies of the pictures we took. Want to see them?”

  “No,” he said. But I was already pulling the manila envelope from the bottom of my top dresser drawer as he spoke.

  “Come sit with me here,” I said, sitting on my full bed across from the mirror and patting the mattress invitingly. “Take a load off, and let’s look at how they came out together.”

  “I shouldn’t,” Kurt muttered but it was as though I was a magnet and he was an iron filing. Before I knew it, he was sitting beside me on the bed and looking at the stack of photographs I had handed him.

  I had deliberately given him the black-and-white photos first. Most of them were softer focus pictures of the two of us embracing in the different positions ‑‑ almost more sensual than sexual. I wanted him to see what I saw, the love in our eyes, the yearning, the need, before I put the second part of my plan into action.

  “They’re beautiful,” Kurt said grudgingly as he looked through the stack. “I wasn’t real sure what she was going for when she took them, but you were right ‑‑ she’s a real artist.”

  “She really is.” I smiled as I looked through the stack he was finished with. “She even included her card and said I should call her ‑‑ I think she wants to work with me again.”

  “What?” Kurt’s head shot up and he frowned jealously. “Not on another job like we did?”

  “No, of course not,” I assured him, feeling a secret thrill at his familiar overprotectiveness. “I got the distinct impression that was a one-time thing. This would be more of a straight modeling job.”

  “Well, that’s good,” Kurt grumbled. He reached the end of the stack of black-and-white photos and passed them to me. “Is that all?”

  “No, she sent some of the close-ups too.” I handed him a new stack, the color photos taken from the waist down.

  “Oh, uh ‑‑ wow.” Kurt’s deep voice was hoarse as he paged through the new stack of pictures. I had to admit that these were more frankly sexual than the artsy, black-and-white photos of the two of us he’d seen earlier. They mainly showed Kurt’s shaft entering me from different angles, as Lisa had promised they would, and she had sent a wide variety. There were some pictures with just the head of Kurt’s cock sliding into me, some with him halfway in, and some with him buried to the hilt in my pussy. Just looking at them with him made me feel wet and restless. I wanted to jump his bones in the worst way, but I knew I had to be patient and reel him in slowly.

  “Kurt,” I said casually as we looked at the pictures. “I’ve been reading up some on the Kama Sutra and you know all those things Lisa was telling us as we posed? Well, they were true.”

  “What was true?” Kurt couldn’t seem to get his eyes off the pictures of us doing forbidden things together, but that was all right with me. I was hoping that since he’d done those things once, he’d be willing to do them again.

  “About how each position is supposed to be good for a different thing,” I said. “Like, face-to-face positions like the lotus and missionary are good for eye contact. Doggy-style is good for being able to touch and stimulate your lover. And some of the others are good for deep penetration.”

  “Mmm,” Kurt grunted, still not looking at me. But I could tell he was listening by the way his cheeks were getting red.

  “I was wondering, you know,” I said as casually as I could. “When I was looking at those photographs and trying to remember ‑‑ which position do you think gave us the most penetration? You know, which one were you the deepest inside me?”

  Kurt looked up at me, his eyes blazing, but the look I gave back was so innocent and bland that he dropped his gaze to the pictures in his hand again. “I don’t know,” he muttered, flipping through them again. “Maybe the butterfly. Wasn’t it supposed to be especially for that?”

  “Mm-hmm,” I agreed. “But so was the plow. I’m just not sure. And you know how it is when you get a problem in your head and it bothers you and bothers you until you can find the answer? It’s like that with me now.”

  “Just look at the pictures if you’re not sure,” Kurt said gruffly, gesturing at the stack of photos. “You ought to be able to tell from them.”

  “I don’t think so,” I said, shaking my head and moving a little closer to him so that the bare curve of my right breast brushed his elbow. “I don’t know how accurate those are. I mean, you were trying to hold back, weren’t you? Trying not to hurt me?”

  “Well…some,” he admitted warily. “Why do you ask?”

  “Because it’s bothering me.” I flipped my hair over my shoulder as if in annoyance, making my mostly bare breasts jiggle in the process. “It’s a purely practical question and the thing is, it would be so easy to find out ‑‑ if you wouldn’t mind helping me, that is.”

  “What do you expect me to do? Fuck you again?” From his sardonic laugh, I could tell he was kidding.

  I shrugged. “You wouldn’t really have to fuck me, I don’t think. Just put your cock inside me one more time. That should answer the question.”

  “I don’t think we should, Mel.” Kurt was already frowning and shaking his head, but he hadn’t jumped off my bed and left the room so I still had some hope.

  “It would only take a minute,” I said reasonably, as if I were asking him to make a quick detour on a road trip. “Two minutes tops, and then we could both go swimming. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to hit the pool.”

  “You’re not going out in public dressed in that ‑‑ not while I’m around,” he growled, frowning at my suit. “I mean it, Mel. I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

  The proprietary note in his deep voice made me want to dance a little jig with joy, but instead I put on my best pout. “Well, if you won’t take me to the pool, the least you can do is help me find the answer to my question. Come on, Kurt ‑‑ it’s not like we haven’t already done this once. Just give me two minutes ‑‑ please?”

  “Well…” I could tell he was weakening.

  “You don’t even have to take off your jeans,” I said quickly. “Just push them down a little. And I won’t even take off my suit. If we still have our clothes on we won’t be tempted to go too far.” As if we could go further than having his cock buried in my pussy to the hilt. Well, actually we could, but I was hoping to get to that later. First things first.

  “What exactly do you want to do?” he asked, still frowning at me.

  “Just this,” I said. “I have a theory that we could tell the best if we watched ourselves in the mirror.” I gestured at the large, flat mirror attached to my dresser that reflected the bed perfectly. “You just slide your cock inside me once ‑‑ once for every position, that is ‑‑ all the way to the hilt, and by the way it feels and looks we can decide which one gives the best penetration.”

  “And that will make you happy?” Kurt asked, the sarcasm heavy in his deep voice.

  “I promise it will,” I said brightly. “I just want to know. And, well…” I let my voice trail off as I plucked aimlessly at his muscular forearm. “I also want to know how it feels when you’re not holding back. I won’t break, you know, Kurt. So would you promise me you’ll really thrust as deep and as hard as you can?”

  There was a definite bulge in the crotch of his jeans by now, and I knew he wanted to do this as much as I did ‑‑ maybe more and that was saying something. “All right,” he said at last. “But just once for each position you want to try. No real fucking and I’m not going to come i
nside you. And after that, never again.”

  I knew I would have something to say about a few of his conditions later, but for now I just nodded. “Okay.”

  Kurt sighed. “How do you want to start?”

  “Well, first you kind of have to have your cock out.” I cupped the growing bulge in his jeans and caressed his hard length, drawing a low groan from his lips.

  “God, Mel, you shouldn’t do that,” he moaned, but he didn’t stop me when I unzipped his jeans and pushed them down along with the blue boxer shorts he was wearing. He sprang to attention at once, his thick shaft pulsing with need, and I saw several drops of precum on the head of his cock that told me he was more than ready for this. I was dying to get him inside me, but I still wanted to take things slow. The longer I could draw this out, the crazier I could make him, and the better the chance I had of actually getting him to fuck me. I was prepared to be patient.

  “Actually, you know, maybe you should take your clothes off after all, Kurt,” I said, pretending to study him and frowning. “Those jeans are just going to get in the way with some of these positions. Don’t worry,” I added hastily when he showed signs of objecting. “I’ll still keep my suit on so we don’t go too far.”

  Kurt laughed sarcastically even as he stripped out of his clothes. “As if that suit could keep me from doing anything I wanted to you. There’s barely enough there to make an eye patch, let alone a bikini.”

  “It’s very sturdy and protective,” I told him as I pushed him back down so he was sitting on the bed. I stood between his thighs.

  “That little string?” he asked, incredulously eyeing the tiny strip of emerald green material that disappeared between my pussy lips. “You have got to be kidding.”

  “Of course I’m not kidding. I bet you couldn’t break it. Here ‑‑ try.” I took his big hand in both of mine and brought it down until he was cupping my bare pussy mound. “Go ahead,” I encouraged him, spreading my legs so he had access to my inner cunt. “Just try.”

  One blunt fingertip twisted in the thin string and then he pushed it aside and spread open my pussy lips to stroke my slippery, swollen folds instead. “You’re wet, Mel,” he murmured, his deep voice hoarse with desire. “Why are you so wet if this is a purely practical question you’re looking to solve?”

  “Just because it’s practical doesn’t mean it can’t be pleasurable,” I countered breathlessly as his thick fingers slipped inside me. “And besides, I can’t help getting excited when I know I’m going to feel you inside me again.”

  “Just for a minute each time,” Kurt reminded me sternly, but he didn’t stop finger fucking my pussy or caressing my throbbing clit with the pad of his thumb, which I considered a good sign. “Which position do you want to try first?” he asked.

  “What about cla-classic missionary?” I suggested, trying to keep my voice even. God, it felt so good to have him touching me after all this time ‑‑ I already felt like I was going to explode and he hadn’t even gotten his cock into me yet. But that was about to change.

  Kurt’s blue eyes were hooded with lust as he withdrew his fingers slowly. “All right. Lie on the bed and spread your legs for big brother,” he growled.

  I hastened to do as he said, well aware that there was no outside person to tell us to stop this time, no one to make us change to a new position if we didn’t want to. I wanted to try a few things to make my question seem real, but I had no intention of going through the entire Kama Sutra with him ‑‑ not if I didn’t have to, anyway. I wanted him fucking me and coming in me for real by the second position tops. But again, I was taking it slow.

  “I’m ready, Kurt,” I said softly, spreading my legs wide and pulling the little green string that was the bottom of my suit to one side so that he had free access to my naked pussy. “And remember you promised to really go as deep as you could this time.”

  “I remember,” he murmured, lowering himself down on me and kissing me softly on the lips. Already I could feel the broad head of his cock brushing my open pussy, coating my folds with his hot precum. But he stopped for a minute to look into my eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want, Mel?” he asked softly, positioning the head of his cock at the entrance of my body.

  “More than anything,” I whispered, lifting my hips in mute supplication. “Just thrust in hard and deep, Kurt. I really need to feel you in me.”

  “All right.” He pressed inside me but not hard as I had asked him to. He seemed to want to take his time and savor the experience of sliding all the way into my tight, hot sheath.

  I moaned and wrapped my legs around him, trying to get more of him but he refused to be rushed. Inch by thick inch, his long, hard shaft penetrated and stretched my pussy, and it seemed to take forever for him to finally bottom out inside me.

  “Kurt!” I gasped, writhing under him, trying to get him to move. But he only shook his head.

  “Uh-uh, Mel, hold still,” he cautioned me. “No fucking, remember? Just straight penetration.”

  “Kurt, please!” I begged, wiggling harder. “Please, I don’t…I can’t…”

  “What do you want to try next?” he asked, still being stern. “What about the plow position since I’m already on top of you?”

  “All right,” I murmured, thinking that at least his cock was still inside me, even if he was refusing to fuck me with it. “I guess…that’s a good idea.”

  Reaching down, he grasped my thighs and lifted until my legs were over his broad shoulders. I gasped as the new position opened me up, and I actually saw stars as the head of his cock pressed hard against the end of my channel.

  “Better?” Kurt asked, looking down into my eyes as I lay helplessly under him.

  “Deeper,” I admitted, biting my lip as his thick cock stretched me to the limit. I could almost feel the hot drops of his precum coating the inside of my cunt, but I wanted more. “I’m still not convinced it’s the deepest, though,” I told him. “Maybe if you just hold it there for a minute…”

  “No, I think that’s long enough.” He withdrew from me, sliding his shaft out of my pussy in one long, controlled move, and I knew I was going to have to try a different tack to get him to fuck me.

  “We forgot to look in the mirror,” I said, frowning at him as we disengaged. “Let’s try a doggy position so we can watch while you enter me.”

  “All right.” Kurt motioned for me to roll over and I got on my hands and knees and spread my legs, opening my pussy for him invitingly.

  Kurt got into position behind me and lifted my leg so that we both had a good view of the head of his cock penetrating my pussy. Once again he slid in slowly, our eyes glued to the mirror as he bottomed out inside me.

  It had been my idea to use the mirror in the first place, but I couldn’t get over what I was seeing. A mostly naked redhead with flushed cheeks and full breasts was spread open on her hands and knees while a hot, muscular man with piercing blue eyes penetrated her cunt with his thick cock. It was probably the most erotic sight I’d ever encountered ‑‑ even hotter than the pictures we’d taken because it was happening in the here and now.

  “Well, what do you think?” Kurt asked again, pressing hard to make sure he was all the way inside me. I could hear the need in his voice, the desire to let go and fuck me, but his iron control was still in place and he just held himself there inside me, refusing to move.

  I pretended to consider our image in the mirror as I squeezed my inner muscles around the broad shaft of his cock. “It’s hard to tell,” I said at last, trying to keep my breathing even. “It looks like you’re all the way in me, but I can’t help thinking you could get a little deeper. You know, maybe if you thrust into me a few times, to kind of open me up.”

  “I don’t know,” Kurt sounded doubtful, but I could feel him pulsing inside me and knew he just wanted to be convinced.

  “Just once or twice,” I said reasonably, keeping my voice steady with an effort. “Like you did while Lisa was taking the pictures. Surely
it can’t hurt to try, Kurt.”

  “All right,” he said grudgingly. “But just once or twice, Mel.” He gripped my hip with the hand that wasn’t holding up my thigh and pulled back slowly until only the head of his cock was still buried inside me. Then with a long, hard thrust, he pressed back in again, filling me completely and making us both gasp with pleasure.

  “Again,” I begged and this time he didn’t argue. Instead he repeated the action again, and then again. Both of us watched as he began to really pound into me, not holding anything back as he pressed his thick cock deep in my pussy right to the limit.

  I was moaning and gasping by this time. Kurt let go of my leg and I braced myself more firmly on the bed and spread my thighs wide, opening myself as much as I could for his deliciously rough fucking. It felt so good to have him inside me, so right to feel his thick shaft spreading and stretching my cunt. I could feel the pleasure building inside me and I knew it had to be building in him as well. This time I knew he was really going to do it. He was going to keep fucking me until he couldn’t stand it anymore, and then he was going to shoot his cum deep in my pussy and fill me up. Just the idea had me practically coming myself, but before I could, Kurt had stopped and was actually pulling out of me.

  “What…?” I looked over my shoulder, feeling like I could cry from the loss of sensation. “Why did you stop?” I asked him, pouting.

  “You know why, Mel,” he said, frowning. He was breathing hard and his cock was completely coated in my honey, but if it had cost him to stop fucking me when we were both nearly at orgasm, he didn’t show it. “Do you have another position you want to try or should we find you a new suit and go to the pool?” he asked coolly.