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He led me towards the fire, then had me sit on the plush, shaggy rug in front of it. I opened my eyes then, looking at him.

“Am I really sexy?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said sincerely. “You are.”

I laid down on the rug, feeling calm and more relaxed. Staring at him, I posed of my own accord now. I bent my knees up and spread my legs and he took pictures of my stomach and my crotch and my breasts. I tugged at my panties, moving them to make the pictures more erotic and teasing. He took pictures of everything I did.

And then I pulled my panties more, lifting my rear and slipping them up my legs, to my knees, and then down. I let the image of my bare pussy sink in, noting the clicks of the camera becoming less and less, more sporadic. I kicked away my underwear, watching it land at the side of the hearth.

“Jessika…” he said. “We can’t…”

“Shh.” I didn’t want to ruin this, but I needed it so badly. “Keep taking pictures.”

He waited, paused, and then continued. I spread my lower lips with my fingers and he clicked away with the camera. I doubted he had this in mind when we started, and I knew I sure didn’t, but it seemed so right. He moved closer, closer.#p#分页标题#e#

“You’re so sexy,” he said. “Yes, like that. That’s wonderful. Amazing.”

While he captured my lower body in his erotic pictures, I kicked off my high heels and undid my bra, tossing it as close to my panties as possible. The rest of my clothes lay in a forgotten pile on his sofa.

He moved closer, then closer. I inched towards him, slowly, careful. As he took pictures of my calves and feet, I lifted my upper body off the floor and reached for his pants. He stopped taking pictures then.

He nearly dropped the camera, but caught it before he did and then placed it on the floor next to him. Grabbing my hands away from his pants, he stared at me. “We can’t,” he said.

“I don’t want to,” I said simply. “I want you to take pictures.”

Asher furrowed his brow, confused. “I don’t understand.”

“Let me show you?” I pleaded with him with my eyes.

He hesitated, then said, “Alright.”

He watched me carefully as I unbuckled his belt and pulled it away. Next I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them. Asher stared, carefully, as if I were teaching him some new form of photography. The final step was inside his boxers. I snaked my hand through the front of his underwear and pulled out his manhood. He stayed there, on his knees, completely still.

When I freed him from his boxers, he was fully erect. His shaft bobbed up and down in front of me, thick and long and wonderfully delicious looking. I wanted him so very very much, and yet I didn’t know what to say to make him mine. I just hoped that maybe I could convince him to want to make me his instead. It seemed easier that way.

“Closer,” I said. “Right here.” I spread my legs wide apart and patted a spot on the rug between them.

Asher moved forwards, slow and steady. “Jessika…”

“Don’t forget the camera,” I added.

Confused and cautious, he picked up the camera while inching towards me.

When he was close enough, I carefully touched the sides of his cock with my fingers. I lifted my lower body up with my legs and guided him towards my slick folds. He started to back away. “No,” I said, more calmly than I felt. “Watch. Just look.”

That convinced him somehow. I don’t know how or why, but he stopped moving away. I angled him towards me, his erection pressing against my slit, and inched closer to him so that he barely penetrated me.

The contradictions flaring through my brain were impossibly difficult to deal with. I wanted to sheath him inside me, press him all the way in, but I knew if I did this would end faster than it started. Instead, forcing myself to endure this erotic teasing, I looked at him and nodded.

“Take pictures,” I said. “Is it a nice shot?”

Asher swallowed. He looked as if his throat were suddenly dry and he wanted to get up and get a glass of water, but he didn’t move away from me. Camera in hand, he aimed it downwards towards where he and I connected. Click.

He moved to different angles, up, down, a bit to the side. Click. Click. Click.

“These are very sexy pictures,” he said. “Hold still. Don’t move.”

I wouldn’t have moved, but he didn’t give me a chance not to, either. Thrusting forward, only an inch or so, he buried a little more of his shaft inside me. I gasped and my hips bucked as I accepted him in me. Click. Click. Click.

He held the camera in one hand now, inched forward more. His cock slid into me, tantalizingly slow. Further. Click. In. Click.