Then he took his hand away, leaving her wanting more. She looked at him sitting across from her. There was a smile on his lips.
Back at the house, Sasha put on her last outfit. Tight leather pants and a sheer oversized t-shirt. She was to get in the pool fully dressed, Thomas was to lean down and plant a sexy kiss on her lips. Sasha thought of his lustful looks when she’d been wet after the shower and realized this last shot was going to turn him on. Fully on.
She flashed him a look as she lowered herself into the pool.
“Okay,” Joe said in his London accent. “We need you to dunk in the water then emerge out like a mermaid. Thomas, you kiss the mermaid, okay?”
A mermaid? Sasha couldn’t help but find it a bit corny. But she was aching to see the look of arousal on Thomas’s face when she emerged drenched and glistening.
Once the camera was set up, Sasha dunked under the water. She could see Thomas shimmering above her, his reflection obscured by the rippling water.
Then she rose up. Thomas’s eyes blazed with a desire so fierce her whole body shuddered with sexual want. He took her face in his hands and guided her lips to his. The moment they met, it felt like a bomb had exploded. The attraction was electrifying, the need, the arousal. All those looks he’d been giving her, the arousal that he had built in her over the last few hours, it reached a crescendo in that kiss.
Sasha sunk into him, her mouth moving hungrily, desperate for more. Thomas reciprocated, matching her desire with his own. Her heart slammed in her chest and she couldn’t stop herself from moaning.
“Great, that’s a wrap,” Joe said, but his voice sounded like it was coming from a million miles away.
Thomas certainly hadn’t heard it. His mouth was latched to Sasha, tasting her with his tongue, wanting her, needing her, needing more and more of her. Sasha felt that the only thing that existed to him in the whole world at that moment was her and the sensation of her tongue against his. She could feel the warm exhalation from his nostrils on her cheek and felt the vibration of the moan that escaped his throat run through her lips.
It was only when Tina - lacking any kind of normal social skills - approached and extended her to shake, that Thomas seemed to break from his trance. He moved away, leaving Sasha’s lips parted, swollen and tingling with sensation.
Thomas shook Tina’s hand then Sasha did, too.
“Thank you,” she said breathlessly to Tina, hardly able to stand the sudden absence of Thomas. “For the clothes.”
Tina just looked at her with a bemused expression, then turned on the spot and headed towards Pippa. Pippa led Tina and Joe into the house.
As soon as they were gone, Sasha looked up at Thomas.
“You win.”
“I do?”
“You made your point. I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now. So take off your clothes and get in.”
Sasha didn’t care that they were completely exposed. That if the security guards and Pippa peered out the window they would seem them. In fact, that just made her want it more.
“And what happened to never again?” Thomas teased.
“Never again went out the window when you spent all day shooting me sex eyes,” Sasha replied.
A smirk tugged at Thomas’s lips. “But it’s not what you want. What you want is for me to get attached. Is for me to forgive you and be your actual real boyfriend.”
“I didn’t do anything to be forgiven for,” Sasha contested. “So maybe it would be more accurate to say I want you to get over yourself and fuck me.”
“Even though I’m still mad at you.”
“That doesn’t make a difference to whether we have great sex or not.”
“It matters to you.”
Sasha thought of Pippa’s breezy attitude, of her ability to turn a crisis into a mere inconvenience. What was there to get so dramatic about really? On this beautiful island with the sun setting and reflecting off the water, nothing seemed important. Sex could be sex. It didn’t have to be love.
“Who said it matters to me?”
She ran her hands through her wet hair, knowing it would make her even more attractive to him. Thomas sucked air between his teeth, almost as though he was wincing. He wanted her so much and she could tell. He was just trying to wind her up. To make her beg for it. To make her mad but still want to fuck him. To prove his point.
And it was working.
“Don’t you remember telling me to take what I deserve?” Sasha said. “Well what I want is your cock in my mouth.”
Thomas’s jaw clenched. She was getting to him and she loved it.
She pushed back from the edge of the pool and stood in the centre so that he could get a better view of her whole body. She peeled the wet top off. In the last photo shoot she had worn another sheer design. She’d had no bra beneath so her breasts were immediately on display for him.