Prompt: Photograph
He liked to snap pictures of her. Tonight he started taking pictures of her feet. He wiggled his fingers along the arch of one foot and it twisted, tried to get away. He held it tight with one hand and took a picture with the other.
Then her legs, almost completely bare at this point. All that was left on her was a tiny pair of shorts and her bra. He tugged off the shorts, taking pictures of her panty-clad ass before tugging those off as well.
She let him photograph the curve of her shoulder, the slope of her breasts as the bra came off. Then she grabbed it back from him and turned it around, snapping picture after picture and demanding he strip for her.
He fell on her, the camera continuing to snap away on automatic as he kissed her lips, her nose, and then her neck. His hands and mouth took the same path as the camera had. He kissed the arch of her foot, the length of her legs, before his hands slid between them and pressed inside her. The camera caught her back as it arched in pleasure. It saw the awe on his face as he slid inside her and the smile on her face when he said he loved her.
The camera caught it all, preserving that perfect moment forever.
Or at least until some nosy member of his family found the pictures.
