How to Love (11 page)

He lowered his head and licked again, slowly, up and down, probing at her entrance, nibbling over her flesh. He slid his hands to her ass and lifted her to his mouth, tasting her, sucking on her, his tongue stroking around her clit, so close, so close…and then finally licking over it. She couldn’t stop the cry that escaped her lips or the way her hips jerked up.

“Like that?” he asked, kissing her thigh.

“Yes! God, yes. Please, Mike…”

“Touch your breasts.”

The hoarsely voiced order had her immediately complying, and she cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples between thumbs and the edges of her fingers. He watched, groaning again. More sensation built, racing over her nerve endings, shooting straight to her core where he licked again, over her clit, around it, over it and then gently sucked it into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Her entire body quivered, her stomach muscles tightening, her back arching, breasts thrusting up, hips lifting as he drove her beyond crazy.

The heat built, sensation twisting inside her in a tight coil of ecstasy, and she rose higher, mindless with rapture. He kissed her clit, softly, then pulled the bud into his mouth and suckled it, so slowly, so gently, and she exploded against his mouth. She couldn’t stop the shattered cries that escaped her lips, couldn’t stop the trembling that seized her body as ecstasy ripped through her.

He held her to his mouth and she felt her wetness on his face, his fingers digging into her ass as she came and came in waves of heat and light until she went limp.

He rested his face on her stomach for a moment, and she forced her eyes open and stared sightlessly at the ceiling, her pussy still pulsing, her arms lax beside her on the bed.

Whoa. “Jesus,” she croaked. “You damn near killed me.”

She felt his smile and then he rose above her and kissed her mouth. She tasted herself on him, and the eroticism of it had her pussy walls clenching again. “You’re the one killing me,” he said, and rubbed his erection against her. God, he was still wearing his underwear and he was huge and hard.

“So do it,” she begged, lifting her hands to his waist. “Fuck me. Please.”

“Mmm.” He rolled off her and quickly shoved off the briefs, then reached for one of the condoms he’d tossed onto her night table earlier. He sheathed up quickly, too quickly—she wanted to watch, enthralled with the sight of his big hands holding his cock, so beautiful, rigid and pulsing with veins. She knew she would be reliving this night in flashes of images, like photographs captured by the camera in her mind, and she wanted more, more visuals to store away and take pleasure from later.

But right now, she was taking pleasure from all her senses, the scent of his body, clean male sweat mingled with the spicy-citrus scent of his shampoo or body wash, the touch of his hands and mouth, his groans of pleasure, the taste of his mouth and tongue.

The faint idea that she should be on top floated through her consciousness, but she was too limp to move and this time she took pleasure in feeling him on her, the warm weight of his body, the brush of his breath on her neck, the pressure of his cock at her entrance and then filling her, slowly, deliciously. She bent her knees and wrapped her arms around him as he moved on her, in her. The feeling started again, in fact it hadn’t ended, building hotter inside her as he touched her so deeply, pushing into her, harder, faster.

“Do it,” she said again, lifting her hips to meet him. “Oh God, do it, fuck me.”

“Yeah, oh yeah, baby, God yeah.” He buried his face in her neck, hands in her hair, pumping into her in long hard strokes. “Christ, Jules.”

Heat expanded inside her, another orgasm building, tightening her body, every inch of her skin burning and tingling. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight as he fucked her and she came again in a hard, wrenching explosion of pleasure. “Mike, oh God.” Her arms tightened on him as he came too, pulsing inside her while he gasped and groaned through his own pleasure.

As they lay there, still joined, damp and panting, hearts pounding, she tried to make sense of it all, of how incredible that had been. How could she explain that, though? It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had sex for a long time. It wasn’t as if…well, she couldn’t really come up with anything. Other than he was an incredible lover, selfless and patient and skilled. That was it. He was
that
good.

He rolled to the side, bringing her with him, still joined. “What?”

“What what?”

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re smiling.”

Her smile widened and she ran her fingers through his tousled hair. “Yeah. But it’s not amusement. It’s… I was just thinking what an incredible lover you are. Damn, you’re good.”

He grinned at her, eyes heavy-lidded, cheekbones a little flushed. “You know it, babe.”

And they shared a long, smiling look that made something inside her squeeze hard. And that was a little scary.

Chapter Seven

She’d gotten just what she wanted.

Hot sex. And Mike had agreed to pose nude for her. Perfect.

A week later, Jules prepared her studio for the shoot, setting up her key light and a small reflector to fill in the shadows slightly. She wanted the shadow still to be dark, but still with some detail. She smiled as she worked, remembering how hot the sex had been. And not only last Saturday after their dinner date. They’d seen each other a few more times since then, ending each night back at her place, in bed. He hadn’t spent the night and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Normally she was fine with it. When guys wanted to stay all night, cuddling and having breakfast together in the morning, it made her nervous. So she was fine with it, totally. And yet she kept wondering why he
didn’t
want to spend the night.

She hadn’t asked him, though.

And it wasn’t as if he’d fucked and run. He stayed, sometimes for hours, actually, and the cuddling part of it was pretty nice. In fact it often led to another round of sex, which was great. And he’d come back.

Wednesday he’d dropped in the gallery and offered to take her for lunch. Thursday night he’d come over with a movie and popcorn. Last night they’d gone out for dinner again, more casual than last weekend, just burgers and beers at Laguna Dorada Brew Pub, watching a football game on the big screen TV. It had been fun.

She was having fun with him, and now she got to take pictures of him. Excitement bubbled up inside her as she got ready.

Footsteps on the wooden stairs alerted her to someone’s arrival, probably Mike, and she turned to the door at the top of the staircase just as he arrived, all big and tanned and golden-haired.

“Hey,” he said with a smile.

She’d shown him her studio on Wednesday after lunch, hoping it would put him at ease for the shoot. She knew he still had reservations about doing this and that made her insides go all warm and soft. She wanted this so bad, but she wanted it to be good for him too. Well, at least painless.

In the year or so she’d been doing these nude shoots, she’d learned a few things.

“Hi,” she replied, moving toward him with a smile. He reached for her and pulled her against him to kiss her, and she tipped her face up to him. His mouth was warm and firm on hers, his hands strong on her hips. “All ready for this?”

He grimaced as they drew apart. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he muttered.

She laughed. “Wait.” And she slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face down for another kiss, this time a long, heated one with tongue. When they moved apart again he was breathing a little faster.

“Whoa,” he said. “What was that?”

“Trying to relax you.”

“Uh…not working, babe.” He cupped his crotch.

She grinned. Oh yeah, it was working. He wasn’t relaxed but he was definitely distracted. “You can change over there.” She indicated the changing area she’d created with some privacy screens. “I’m almost ready.”

“Okay.” He strolled behind the screens, and she tried not to be distracted by the sounds of him taking his clothes off.

“There’s a big towel you can wrap around your hips,” she called to him. For women, she had a soft bathrobe, but it wouldn’t fit him, although the studio was nice and warm. She’d learned that the hard way, when one of her first subjects had been covered in unattractive goose bumps. But most people liked to stay covered until she actually started shooting.

She checked the exposure and lighting in the image she’d shot as a test, then adjusted the black fabric background.

“Let’s do this.” She turned to see Mike with the white towel tied low on his hips. She swallowed. Oh, he was beautiful. “Okay. Before we start there’s one more thing we have to do.”

“What?”

She held up a bottle of baby oil and grinned. His eyes widened. “Oh.”

She handed it to him and, his eyes focused on her, he popped it open and poured oil into his palm. He handed her back the bottle and began rubbing the oil into his skin, over his chest and abs. She swallowed again.

“You going to help me?” he asked, voice husky.

“Well. Usually I wouldn’t, of course, but…” Since it was him and she’d already touched him pretty much everywhere, she upended the bottle and poured oil onto his back. She set it on the floor and the two of them continued to rub oil all over him.

“This really makes the muscles look more defined,” she told him. Her fingers lingered on the tattoo on his arm. “Um, I’m going to take the towel off, okay?”

“Okay.”

Massaging the oil into his tight buttocks had her pulse picking up speed and her pussy dampening. Damn. She licked her lips and concentrated on his muscled thighs and calves.

“How about my dick?” he asked.

Oh Jesus. How was she going to focus on photographs when all she wanted to do was climb him and ride him like a pony? “Up to you,” she said in a near whisper. “I may not even photograph it.”

She rose from where she’d crouched behind him, and when he stroked his cock with both hands she almost came. Heat washed over her body. She had to capture that image, just that, so sexy. She cleared her throat.

“Okay. First let’s have you standing.” She directed him to the spot she wanted him, then moved back to her camera, mounted on a tripod. She grabbed another towel and cleaned her hands before firing a quick shot. “Just checking exposure.”

She paused and took a breath. She’d never struggled with sexual arousal when photographing someone before. Was this going to pose a problem?

Focus.

She looked down at the preview screen on her camera. Okay. It was good.

“How did you get started doing this?” he asked.

“Well, I do some portraits and a woman came in who I knew a little and asked if I would do some nude shots of her for her husband. It was their tenth wedding anniversary and she wanted to give him something different and special. She liked my work and said she trusted me, so I agreed to do it. I had no idea what I was doing, of course. I had to do a lot of research and some things I learned through trial and error.”

“But you didn’t sell those photographs, did you?”

“Lift your arm a little more…yes. Like that.” She continued her shooting. “Actually, I did. That was how I discovered that the photographs that didn’t really show much of her face were the most interesting. I guess it adds a little mystery. There was one shot I really loved, and there was no way of knowing who it was at all, so I asked her permission to frame it and sell it. It sold the first day. She let me use a couple of others as well, but I was intrigued by how much interest they generated, so I started looking for other models.”

She interrupted their conversation to leave her camera and cross the room to him to change his pose. “Lean your head back,” she said. “And…touch yourself. Like you did before.”

He moved his hands to his penis again, stroking with long, slick pulls. He was hard as a fence post, fully aroused and she sighed because she was too, God, was she ever. She squeezed her thighs together briefly then resumed shooting. Soon she removed the camera from the tripod and moved around the room, shooting from different angles, having him change position.

“You’re taking a hell of a lot of pictures,” he eventually said.

She paused and blinked. She’d gotten so into it, gripped by an electric energy, enthralled by the beauty of his body, gleaming skin, lean muscles. It helped when she stopped looking at him as a man, and more as shapes and light and shadow, more like a landscape than a person. “I know. Thank God for digital.” She gave her head a shake. “You’re doing great, Mike. These are so awesome.”

“I feel stupid. But horny.”

She laughed. “Hey, guess what? Me too.”

“Oh yeah?” One eyebrow lifted.

“Oh yeah.”

“Does that always happen when you do this?”

She lowered her camera and met his eyes. “No.”

They looked at each other for a long moment while she tried to breathe. She bit her lip briefly then lifted the camera again.

She changed things up, had him sitting, lying. If he felt awkward, it didn’t show. He was definitely aroused but at ease with his body. Excitement filled her, not just sexual, but creative excitement and anticipation of what she was capturing.