Page 47 of The Virgin Gift (The Gift 2)
He banded his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. “You know I never want another man to touch you.”
“I know that,” I said with a naughty smile. “And I don’t want anyone’s hands on me but yours. That’s why I want the camera to capture us. I want to see how we look together. I want to be on the other side of the lens,” I said, my breath catching in my throat as I gave voice once more to my newest, most erotic wish. “I want to be seen as a woman in love and in lust. I need to know what that looks like when we’re in bed. And I want it with you and only you.”
He groaned, his eyes sliding shut as he yanked me close and kissed me.
Then he left the room, letting me undress and dress again alone.
I could have asked one of my boudoir photographer colleagues. But I hadn’t realized till this morning that I was ready to show Adam through photos how I felt for him. And I didn’t know how Adam would react.
But Adam was ready too.
He’d already asked Brandon to be behind the camera.
He trusted Brandon, and therefore I did too. Besides, we’d be using all my equipment. Brandon would have nothing to take away from the session but memories. I’d keep the photos.
I didn’t want to shoot them myself, because I didn’t want to break the mood to set up the pictures. I wanted to be captured in the act, to see how I looked in the throes of passion, to see in myself what I’d been imagining in my clients for so long.
I touched up my hair and makeup, dressed in white panties and a matching bra, and grabbed a glass of champagne from the kitchen counter. I took a drink and headed to my studio to make sure my camera was ready.
I set down the glass on a table in the corner.
Then I posed.
On the edge of the bed in my studio, my body sliding off the mattress, my back and shoulders on the covers, my head to the side, away from the door.
One arm slid down my body, settling on top of my panties. The other was in my hair.
I could hear my heartbeat in the quiet. It pounded in my ears, a drumbeat of desire and want.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
“Hi there.” It was Brandon, his boots clicking across the hardwood floors.
“Hi,” I said, but I didn’t break the pose.
“He’s not going to know what hit him, Nina. With you like that.”
I smiled at the compliment. It wasn’t sexual. It was professional, from one person who worked behind a camera to another.
And it came, too, from someone who knew Adam well.
“Thank you. And I want to see how that looks.”
“He’s so crazy for you,” Brandon added, and from the sounds, I could tell he was behind the camera, probably peering through the lens. “I hope this gives you everything you want.”
I was sure it would, especially once Adam entered the room. He drew a sharp intake of breath. He came to me, kneeled on the soft white rug at the foot of the bed, and brushed my hair from my cheek.
Click.
“Hey, sweet girl,” he said, a tender whisper.
“Hi, Adam.”
Then the scene began.
I moved up on the bed, sliding seductively along the covers. Wearing only black boxer briefs, Adam followed, stalking me on his hands and knees, like an animal hunting for his meal.
I was easy prey, and we liked it that way.
We didn’t pose like my clients did. I didn’t want staged photos. And I didn’t want only the before.
I wanted it all, and I wanted it real.
That was how Adam gave it to me. He was completely raw and real as he covered me with his body, raising my arms above my head. “Hold onto the headboard, dirty girl.”
Click.
I did as he asked, my body burning hotter as he used that name for me.
That was who I wanted to be for him right now—his, and only his, dirty girl.
Then he shifted to my side, the camera seeing my whole body as he moved down me, kissing the hollow of my throat, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts. I moaned, arching against him, as he unsnapped my bra.
Click.
I didn’t feel an ounce of shame or embarrassment over the camera capturing our intimacy. I felt only pleasure, only trust.
With my breasts bared, Adam nuzzled his face between them, kissing at first, then nibbling. Next came a nip on the sensitive flesh.
I yelped, but it was chased by an oh as he soothed the bite with a lick.
Then he raised his face, met my gaze, and stared hotly at my lips. “Bet you’d like me to come on these beauties, dirty girl.”
“Oh God, yes.”
He rose, kneeling, cupping both my breasts, squeezing them together. “Bet you’d love it if I fucked these perfect tits and came all over your throat.”
