This week 47 for Sinful Sunday.
She's all smooth skin and long curves while spread out for me on top of the quilt. Her perfect breasts are capped with small rosy nipples. There's a devilish grin on her face and her limbs are stretched so that neither I nor my camera miss a thing.
I had dreamed of this forever. Lust wasn't a strong enough word for what I felt for her. I wanted to own her, claim her, consume her. My dreams were etched with her until I woke up hard and aching.
She had never given me a second thought. I hated that she didn't want me.
It all changed when I mentioned that I had to find a model for a nude study. She'd winked and said, "I'll do it."
Staring at her now I'm glad I didn't turn her down. She's a vision. I know I'm standing too close, but I can't help myself.
She looks so damn sexy.
Without even realizing it my fingers trail up the inside of her thigh. Her eyes darken and the smirk turns into a challenge as my fingertips tease her wet folds.
My camera is forgotten as her mouth issues a moan.