Sunday, November 17, 2013

Mark woke up with his arm around Max, lying behind her, her back snuggled up to his torso. He smiled to himself and glanced at the bedside clock – 7am. It seemed she was fully out, most likely exhausted after the previous evening, the realization making him smirk.

Not wanting to interrupt her blissful rest, he carefully untangled himself from their already loose embrace, and placed a tender kiss on her cheek. In the abyss of her slumber, her mind registered the caress, making her let out a little content moan-slash-hum, and she rolled over to the other side, still sleeping. She looked so adorable. Mark chuckled lightly and got out of bed. He grabbed a towel and a pair of sport shorts and went downstairs, leaving the door to the bedroom cracked open just a bit.

Not long after that, Max woke up, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She noticed Mark wasn't in the bed with her, but she heard some weird noises coming from downstairs. Having stretched her body, feeling a pleasurable tingling in all her muscles, she quietly headed towards the source. The strange noises intensified, it was as though someone was panting and exhaling with effort, in regular intervals, though at an odd pace.

When she reached the living room it all became clear – there he was, on the floor, doing pushups, his body glistening with sweat, his back and arm muscles tensing and untensing. Max leaned against the frame of the arched door, and began observing her man as he was working out, smiling to herself.

Mark had heard her light footsteps, thus he wasn't startled now that he faced her. He got up and dried off the sweat on his forehead, then his neck and chest with the towel he had brought.

'Good morning,' he greeted her with a wide grin, sounding out of breath. 'How's my best model ever?'

'Good morning,' she replied in kind. 'She's great. Though, she's definitely not a model.'

'But she's definitely the best,' he retorted, making her chuckle.

'Fine, I concede,' she said, putting her hands in a pretend-surrender gesture. 'How's the hottest photographer-turned-professor ever?' she shot back, cracking up at her own ridiculous comment.

Mark approached her slowly, purposefully sticking his chest a bit forward, sending her a confident, enticing look. He leaned against the arch door over Max, and leaned in for a smooch, not wanting to touch her now that he wasn't feeling all that fresh.

'Oh, he couldn't be better,' he said, giving her another kiss. 'Would you like some breakfast?'

'Well, um, yeah… but I can wait for you.'

'No need if you're hungry now. I have that granola you like, and yoghurt, how about that?'

'Okay,' she nodded, 'that sounds good.'

'Come on then,' he said, and followed her to the kitchen.

Once her bowl was filled with the delicious cereal, yoghurt and some fruit as well, he asked, 'Want some coffee too?'

'Coffee can wait until you're back here with me,' Max said, smiling at him lovingly.

Mark grinned widely. 'Alright then. I'll shower quickly,' he said.

'I'll be waiting.'

When she was nearly done eating, he finally joined her, fresh out of the shower, his hair still a bit wet and non-styled yet, his glasses on. Bastard still looks hot, though, Max thought.

At first, he made two coffees, handing one to his girlfriend, and placing his cup on the counter. He then proceeded with making himself a bit more substantial meal, considering he had just worked out and was in need of good calories – fried eggs with a small strip of bacon he would allow himself once in a while, and some broccoli, all accompanied by a glass of pomegranate juice.

'Maybe I should start working out, too,' Max said.

'You want to get ripped?' Mark chuckled lightly, cracking her up as well.

'Not necessarily, just, uh… maybe yoga? Or some sort of lighter cardio workout. I don't know yet.'

'I thought I was giving you just the right amount of cardio,' he arched his eyebrow at her, again making her laugh.

'Guess so. Just yoga then,' she said.

'I like that idea. You'll get more flexible,' he smirked.

'You dirty man,' she nudged him.

'Look who's talking,' he shot back, causing her to close her eyes and blush with a light smile. She remembered that, after all, it was her who had initiated the more explicit part of their little photoshoot last night. 'Guess we match each other in that department, huh?'

'Apparently,' she said.

Mark smiled, lightly shutting his eyes for a moment before he spoke, 'Don't know how about you, but I like that about us.'

'Me too,' Max grinned back at him.

Later, Max was doing homework in the living room, Algebra having nearly fried her brain by now and she needed a break. Mark was attending to some business of his own somewhere else in the house.

'Max, baby?' he called out from upstairs.

'Yeah?' she shouted back.

'Could you come upstairs?' he asked.

'Sure thing,' she replied and chugged down the last of her coffee.

Having come upstairs and headed to the bedroom, Max asked, 'Mark? Where are you?'

'Here,' his voice came from some other room Max hadn't been to yet. She went there, albeit a bit shyly.

The other room turned out to be his office, not too big or too small, with simple black, grey and white color palette, appearing rather modern, sort of minimalist décor, but not quite. There was a soft, dense carpet in the middle, and to the right – shelves with literature on the subject of photography and another showcase with all of his rather pricy equipment, his Hasselblad H5D among it. To the left – a professional lighting kit and a couple of tripods. By the window, whose roller-blinders were down right now – a large desk with three screens, a desktop computer lying under, and two comfortable chairs standing by the desk, one of which was taken up by Mark at the moment.

'Whoa,' she only managed to say, looking around. 'Your office looks… nice,' she found herself short of words. Simply put, the room was a freelance photographer's dream. Max definitely wanted to own such a place with all that pricy professional equipment one day.

'Thanks. Come, sit with me,' he invited her, pointing to the other chair.

'Are you… going over the pictures?' she asked, slowly approaching the desk, her heart picking up the pace.

'Yes. Turned them all to black and white,' he smiled at her.

'Classic Mark Jefferson,' she grinned at him more widely, cracking him up a bit.

'Guess so. Would you like to see them now?' he asked softly, attentively observing her expression.

Max appeared a bit nervous and hesitant. She stopped a couple of steps before the desk and took a deep breath. 'Alright. Yes.'

Mark patted the chair next to him again, and she finally joined him at the desk.

'Ready?' he asked. She nodded, hugging herself tightly, as though to shield herself from what was about to appear in front of her eyes.

The first few photographs Mark showed her were of them – the "self-portrait" ones. She and him really did look good together, fitting together rather perfectly, which was now more evident due to higher resolution. Max loosened up and turned to him. They locked eyes, smiling at each other.

Next, there were pictures of just Max. She exhaled in awe – he had made her look like an actual, attractive model. She appeared confident, like she knew exactly what she was doing.

'This doesn't look like myself,' she said, shaking her head.

'But it is. I told you, you are a natural.'

'You did, but… I never expected myself to look like this. Me? Confident? Since when?'

'The magic of my lens, apparently,' he grinned at her, making her smile as well.

'Guess so.'

And then there she was – entirely nude. That wasn't a new look to her, she had seen herself bare in the mirror hundreds upon hundreds of times, but never quite like this. She resembled some of them movie stars – sexy, but in a tasteful way. 'Pure beauty,' the caption read. Max shook her head slightly, still in disbelief.

'This is absolutely stunning, baby,' Mark said softly, prompting her to look at him. 'I could stare at it forever.'

'Oh, stop, you're making me blush,' she bit down on her smile, turning away.

'Can't. It's just the truth.'

'Alright,' she smiled more widely. 'Proceed,' she gestured to the screen.

Mark's dark eyes were piercing through her now, looking enticingly at her from the computer screen. His tongue was gently caressing her inner thigh, inviting the viewer to join. Max couldn't take her eyes off him, and snapped out of it once she felt a jolt of excitement in her lower abdomen, pressing her legs together.

'Wow,' she said, swallowing hard. She looked to see Mark's reaction, but couldn't make out what his expression meant. 'You okay?' she asked.

'Yeah, yeah, I mean… I've already seen these multiple times. But it is a bit odd seeing myself like this. I am rarely the subject of any photographs, let alone anything like this,' he explained. 'Does this look good?'

"Does this look good?" Is he seriously doubting how hot he looks in those photos? Max thought, a little baffled.

'Well, uh… yes. You look… persuasive, yet in a sort of subtle way,' she said shyly.

Mark hummed with content in response.

There was also one of him with his tongue half-buried in her, eyes lightly shut. It seemed so… tender, soft. And another one – with his palm resting on her tummy, a faint smile on his lips; he looked like he was in his most favorite, safest place. Max adored seeing him like this – live and in photographs.

'That's a nice sharpness there, considering it was probably hard to focus, huh?' he remarked with an amused look on his face, lightly stroking his beard with his index finger and his thumb. He looked so smug.

Max blushed and smiled, only nodding. Mark then went onto the next photograph.

And then there it was – she saw herself with him inside her mouth and inhaled sharply, involuntarily moving back in her seat, looking down, her heart skipping a beat. It was difficult for her to actually see herself in such position. She felt her cheeks burning red, and she closed her eyes, trying to calm down. She could barely believe she had let herself go that far, it was a very pornographic picture after all.

Mark, a bit startled by her reaction, minimalized the photo viewer and turned to her, bringing his hands to her face.

'Baby, you okay?' Mark asked softly. 'I can delete it right now.'

He moved the cursor towards the delete option, but was stopped by Max putting her palm on his hand.

'Hold on,' she said quietly. She breathed in and out a couple more times and looked him in the eyes. 'It's just… a lot, seeing myself like this, you know? But I haven't decided if I want it gone yet. Okay?'

'Of course.' He reached out to her again and caressed her cheek reassuringly, making her smile a little.

'I know it was basically my idea to go this far. The more I think about it, the more scared I am of what you must think of me,' she spoke again, looking down.

'Oh, sweetheart…' He moved closer, kissing her forehead and lightly stroking the side of her face. Holding her chin up and looking her in the eyes, he spoke again, 'It's okay. You really think I didn't want to ask you that myself? But I just.. I didn't want you to feel pressured to say yes to me.'

Max nodded, though with her lower lip quivering. He immediately embraced her tightly, pressing her face close to his chest, trying to bring her comfort.

'Yeah, and I still went ahead and did this,' she said, her voice breaking. 'And now I suddenly change my mind. Typical Max,' she rolled her eyes at herself, letting her tears roll down onto his thighs. She was trembling with cries in his arms, feeling extremely vulnerable right now.

Stop fucking crying! You're not a child anymore, Max. You wanted this!

But she couldn't help herself. Once a few tears rolled down her cheeks, there was no stopping the others from following suit.

He heard her sniffle and felt her clutch to his tee.

'Shh, shh, it's okay, baby,' he said quietly, his near-whisper soothing in her ears. 'I shouldn't have proposed that photoshoot to begin with.'

You should have known better. And yet you just keep making mistakes like that.

'But I wanted that! And now I backtrack. Again,' she nearly whimpered.

Mark began rocking her in his arms, speaking soothingly, 'Hey, stop. I understand your reservations, even though you felt you wanted that in the moment. I don't blame you for that. It is no small thing.' He kissed her forehead. 'Okay?'

'Okay,' she said, still crying, though trying to calm down.

After a few moments she eased up a bit and untangled herself from his embrace.

'I'm going to be fine,' she said, smiling through her teary eyes. 'Really. I don't want you to delete them, okay? I mean it.' She did. 'I just had a moment of weakness, because I never expected to see a picture of myself like this.'

Mark nodded, tenderly wiping her tears away, cupping her face and sending her a soft, concerned look.

'I understand,' he said. 'I never expected to see myself do that either. Or to see you do that. But it's okay. We did that together. And it's just for us to see.' He looked her in the eyes, looking for an ounce of relief, which she soon granted to him, smiling lightly. 'But say the word and they're gone.'

'Alright,' she said.

'How about I show you something a little different, huh?' Mark proposed.

'Okay,' Max narrowed her eyes.

A few clicks of the mouse and there it was – she looked up and saw herself shot from behind, or rather just a part of her. But instead of seeing her vulva, like she expected, there was a rose seamlessly photoshopped in its place, everything still black and white, the sight of which cracking her up.

'You made it into an actual flower?' she asked, her tone amused, turning to face him. 'That's sweet.'

'Yeah,' he grinned widely, happy to have improved her mood even if only slightly. 'I mean, there's also one that's not photoshopped, but I figured it was a nice touch nonetheless.'

'It is,' she laughed lightly. He definitely made her feel better with this small joke. She put her head on his shoulder and wiped her face clean. 'Okay, you can show me the rest.'

'You sure, baby?'

'Yes,' she lifted her head up and sent him a genuine smile. She meant it.

'Okay then.' He placed a small kiss on her forehead and proceeded like she asked.

The next photograph was without the rose. Max had never actually seen her intimate parts in such detail, it wasn't that easy with just a mirror. Not everything was visible, but whichever was – was quite clear. It definitely helped to see them in black and white, the filter rendering them a bit more… poetic, so to speak. Mark had turned into a work of art, not just a smutty picture.

He brought his lips close to her ear and whispered with a smile, 'They're beautiful.'

She smiled, blushing, and turned to face him, though looking at him shyly. 'Thanks,' she said, a slight grin appearing on her face, though she hid it, burying her face in his shoulder again.

Was it weird to have taken such photographs of each other? Or was it weirder to look back at them? Max couldn't decide, but considering she wasn't in it alone and seeing that Mark clearly enjoyed the fruits of their photoshoot, she figured she had nothing to worry about.

'Can you show me more of myself with your, uh…' she cut off, closing her eyes for a second. It all would have sounded too odd if said out loud. 'You know what I mean.'

He touched her arm reassuringly. 'Yes, if you'd like.'

'Yes, please.'

Mark showed her the same photograph as before, allowing her to get a clearer look. It didn't seem too bad now, and neither did the next few, until she finally saw the one where his hand was gently cupping her face. Suddenly, it seemed tender, loving, like caresses being given to someone who the subject – Max – loved, and not simply a pornographic image. She actually smiled at the sight.

'They don't seem so bad now,' she said, turning to face him, sending a wide smile. Then she remembered something. 'There are more, though…'

'Yeah. You sure you want to see them?' Mark was carefully studying her reaction.

Max pondered for a moment. 'How did you feel about them when you first saw them?'

'Again, a little… taken aback, I guess. At least at first,' he explained. She nodded slowly.

'But are they good?'

'Yes, once I turned them black and white, they appeared much better. Though still quite… lewd. But as far as I'm concerned – I like them.'

'I see.'

There was a longer pause, Max still wondering whether or not she wanted to see the other ones. Finally, she braced herself, taking a deep breath and clutching to his forearm. 'Show me.'

Click. 'There you go.'

'Oh, this one isn't too lewd,' she said, exhaling with a bit of relief. The photograph she was watching now was the one of her sitting astride Mark, glancing down, rubbing herself against his dick. Rather benign in comparison.

'I actually love this one a lot. Even with the filter, I can see your rosy cheeks,' he commented.

Indeed, a light blush was depicted on her soft expression, bringing out her cheekbones, her lips parted only so slightly, allowing the dimples to surface, everything crowned with her delicate freckles. Her small yet somewhat full breasts were highlighted by a faint line below. To Mark, it was a sight for sore eyes.

He was looking at it now, smiling lightly to himself, then glanced at Max and noticed she was responding to the picture in kind.

'I take it you like it too?' He was running his fingertips up and down her forearm, widening her smile. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah,' she grinned at him.

'Next? It's from near the end.'

'Next.'

Max was lying on her back, Mark's big palm was wrapped around her breast, muscles flexed, veins visible on his arm. She wasn't looking directly into the lens, it seemed she was sending that lascivious look to the photographer himself.

She wondered now whether or not he thought her breasts were too small, a bit of insecurity surfacing, after all, his palm really did seem big in comparison. But she didn't ask him about that, she was too frightened to even utter these words quietly to herself.

"Do you think my breasts are too small?" Ugh, it sounds so weird! No way I'm asking that. No way, she thought to herself, kind of flinching.

Of course he didn't think that. To him, she was perfect. Every inch of her. He wasn't all too certain she ever truly believed his compliments, though.

'You don't like it?' he asked, noticing her slightly disgusted reaction.

'Hm?' she snapped out of her thoughts, looking confused for a few moments. 'No. No, I just… thought of something else,' she explained. 'I like this, though the previous one was better.'

'I see. And I think I agree. Next up, it's, uh… the last ones.' He seemed uncertain whether he even wanted her to see that. Deep down, he wasn't sure he should have asked her to pose like that at all. The photographs were really dirty.

Max wasn't sure she wanted to look at them either.

'Should I be afraid?' she asked.

'I… am not sure, quite honestly,' Mark said, looking down. 'It's not that they came out bad – they didn't. But I think it was a bit much to ask you that.'

'You mean that in general or the picture?'

'Both, actually.'

She nodded slowly, but he didn't see it.

'Hm, well… I didn't mind you doing that.'

He looked up at her. 'You didn't?'

'No,' she smiled. 'Was it… unexpected? Yes. But in a very… kinky way, though, it was still… hot.' She felt her cheeks burn.

'You sure?' He reached out to give them a gentle caress.

'Yes. But I admit, the pictures were a bit much.'

'So do you want them gone?'

'I think so. Yes. Is that okay?'

'Of course. I only want them if you want them.'

'Okay,' she smiled widely. 'We can keep the rest, though.'

'Yeah?' he grinned back, his eyes lighting up. 'You sure? All the remaining ones?'

'Yes.'

'Glad to hear that. I'd like that too.' He leaned in and kissed her delicately, both smiling at each other once their lips parted.

Though Mark attempted to hide it, when Max glanced down, she noticed he was hard, presumably from watching all those images of her and himself – and no wonder, they were rather… stimulating. Still, he was worried she might take it the wrong way.

But she didn't. Feeling her own excitement surface, she kissed him again, more passionately this time, her hand sneaking down and rubbing his erection through his sweatpants, and she felt him moan lightly into the kiss. She stood up from her seat and sat on his lap, allowing him to slip his hands under her top and caress her breasts. She held him by the back of his neck, deepening their kiss.

He took off his glasses and put them on the desk, then swiftly removed her top, she doing the same to his tee. She was leaving wet kisses on his neck and lightly scratching his chest, he doing the same to her back. His hands slipped lower to her hips and she then felt he was trying to take off her leggings, so she stood up, allowing him to do what he wanted, feeling his lips on her tummy.

Max was now standing nude in front of him, lightly holding onto his arms, looking down at him. Mark quickly corrected the height difference between them, standing up as well and leaning into her, causing her to move back until she reached the edge of the desk. Sending her an enticing look, he kissed her again, skimming his hands up her sides, she reaching out to tug down his sweatpants. He stepped out of them and took her hand to lead her to the bedroom, but suddenly, Max stopped him, pulling him downward to join her on the carpet.

'Naughty,' Mark smirked, his voice deep, arching his eyebrow at her and making her giggle. He positioned himself between her legs, she entwining them around him.

'Oh, the carpet is so soft,' she remarked once she touched the surface, rubbing her back against it.

'Yeah?' he smiled at her. 'Haven't actually checked this way until now.'

'It is. Dare I say it's even softer than the covers on your bed,' she joked.

'Well, we can move here more often.'

'I don't see why not.'

With a grin, he leaned down to kiss her, feeling her smile into the kiss, her tiny hands slipping up his back, pressing him closer. His hand at her thigh, his lips trailed off to her jaw, her neck, down her sternum, then his warm tongue was slowly circling around her nipple, his hand caressing the other breast. After a few moments, he moved lower, kissing her tummy, until he straightened up his torso and sent her a wide smile, taking his dick and rubbing it slowly against her clit, she gasping in response, reaching out to hold onto his arms. He was teasing her for a while, sliding smoothly on her wet arousal, the stokes becoming more and more pleasurable for both of them, until he heard her moan, which finally prompted him to enter her.

He began by moving slowly within her, considering how rough he had been the previous evening.

Giving her a little kiss, he asked softly, 'Still sore, baby?'

'Not so much anymore.' She kissed him back again. 'You can go a little crazy,' she grinned at him.

'Noted.'

But he didn't go faster or harder right away. Instead, he indulged in one of his favorite things to do – looking her in the eyes while he moved inside her, observing the pleasure on her face. Max sent him a gorgeous smile, bringing her hands to his face and lightly stroking his cheeks, then she suddenly parted her lips and moaned, making him want to kiss her passionately, leaning lower, their chests brushing against one another.

'Lovely,' he whispered, reciprocating her smile and went left, leaving tiny kisses on her neck, speeding up his movements, listening her moans in his ear, his palm gently caressing her breast.

Feeling himself rub against her tight, slick wall, his passion rose, and he reached up, skimming his fingertips down her arm, lacing his fingers with hers, and pinned her hand above her head. He began thrusting faster, his breathing quickening, hers as well, encouraging him to go harder. He felt her dig her fingers into his upper back, her legs tightening the grip, and a louder moan escaped her lungs.

She pulled up and gently pushed him to lie down now.

'Hey, it is softer,' he said, rubbing his back on the surface, just like she had done so before, and running his hand up her thigh as she climbed on top of him.

'Told you,' she smirked at him, leaning in for a kiss, bending and arching, then reached back and guided him inside her. She was moving vigorously on top of him, he staring at her in awe, admiring her nude body, his hands steadily gripping her bottom and maneuvering her movements with her. She held onto his arms, feeling his hardness continuously filling her and rubbing against her wall. Their moans and grunts were mixing together, the friction escalating further and further, until she suddenly slowed down, crying out with a wide smile, her wall contracting around him, and she rested her hands on his chest, feeling overwhelmed by her climax.

Mark shifted under her, and she got off him, wanting to lie down again, but he turned her over, so that she was on all fours, and entered her from behind this time. Max thought he was going to give into his pleasure and finish now, but he didn't. Instead, he found her sweet spot again and began driving into it, harder and harder, gifting her another orgasm. She looked over her shoulder and sent him a content grin, and only then did he allow himself to release within her, taking his sweet time with the slow thrusts – it felt so good to be inside her. She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, hearing his deep growl.

'Okay, I gotta get up,' she said, lifting herself up from the floor after they both collected themselves.

'Stay,' he attempted to pull her back, but she untangled herself from his embrace.

'I don't want to stain the carpet,' she sent him a telling took, though with a light smile.

'Right.' He got up as well. 'Shower then?'

'Mhm,' she grinned at him and rushed to the bathroom, he following her.

'We're so lazy,' Max said, snuggling up to him on the bed. They were still nude, still drying off after the shower. 'And it's barely noon.'

'It's Sunday, though,' Mark observed, running his fingertips up and down her arm. 'We're allowed.'

'Still. I should be finishing my homework. You kind of saved me from Algebra when you called me to come upstairs. It was actively trying to fry my brain.'

'Welcome then.'

'Thanks,' she chuckled.

'You want to get back to it now?' He nudged her lightly.

'No. I'd rather stay here with you,' she replied, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

He laughed gently. 'How about this – you stay overnight, I drive you up to school in the morning,' he proposed. 'That way you won't have to rush so much.'

'I'd like that.' She pulled up and sent him a smile, leaning in for a smooch. 'It will make for a nice start of the week.'

He kissed her back. 'Precisely.'