Tangled Truth(13)

“Some skills you never lose,” she said with a shaky grin. She was flushed, trembling, and he wasn’t sure if it was nerves or arousal, but it was far too late to turn back.

At the last second, remembering it had been a while for her, he considered lube—but then it was evident they didn’t need any. Eva was so wet, so slick and hot and soft, that when she arched her back to meet his first thrust, Drew knew he wouldn’t last long.

He didn’t need to, though. Eva came after only a few delectable moments, eyes shut as she strained against him, mouth open and panting. Drew drove deeper, and then let his body take over as Eva’s trembling began to ease. He pushed his cock deep into her warmth again and again, and the divine tension he’d suffered for weeks finally built and broke and shattered him beyond repair.





Chapter Five



Drew wished he were less distracted. He wanted to lose himself in what he was doing with the ropes, and the way Eva’s skin looked exactly as he’d imagined it would when he restrained her. It was Sunday afternoon, a long shoot, and the mood as the four of them worked was relaxed and congenial. He had worried that things might be awkward, that Eva might feel awkward, if they revealed their budding relationship to Danny and Sheila. But their subtle shows of affection passed unremarked, and soon they were caught up in the work anyway. The day had the potential to be perfect.

Instead, all he could think about as he relaxed between posing sessions was his brother Seth’s revelation, shared over a late pancake breakfast that morning after he’d gone home from Eva’s to shower and change. The simple, classic diamond solitaire Seth had showed him so proudly. Seth’s plan to ask his girlfriend Allison to marry him, while the family was in town over the Christmas holidays. They had been dating only a few months, but Seth said he knew she was The One.

Allison was a great girl, and Drew liked her a lot. He was thrilled for his brother, but it was still disconcerting to think of Seth getting married. It marked the end of an era.

“Okay, folks,” Danny said, startling Drew from his train of thought. “Break’s over. Let’s move on to the next one, see what we can get done before lunch.”

“What’s next, again?” Drew was already bending over the duffel bag of neatly wrapped rope bundles, looking for the lengths he might need.

“Shinju,” Danny replied. “You sure you’re okay with this, Evie?” The tie would bind her breasts tightly above and below, squeezing them into prominence. It was the first binding they would photograph that was overtly sexual.

She looked a little nervous but nodded. Drew realized she was still wearing the deep red Chinese silk robe she had taken to throwing on over the bodysuit, and he wondered why.

Then his thoughts abandoned him as Eva sat on the floor in front of the backdrop and let the robe slip from her shoulders to puddle around her waist.

She was topless. Right there in front of everybody, in the middle of the afternoon. He had no idea why it was about a million times hotter to see her breasts this way than it had been the last time he saw them. He nearly whimpered openly as his cock stiffened at the sight.

As Danny fussed with the drape of the silk around Eva’s hips, Drew tried to gather his scattered wits and look as though he weren’t about to keel over in shock and lust. “Um, the black rope, right?”

He thought back over the conversation of that morning, trying to recall hearing Eva agree to do the shinju binding topless. Nope. He remembered nothing. Either she and Danny had talked about it when he wasn’t there, or he’d been more distracted by Seth’s engagement than he ever would have thought possible.

“Yeah. We’re keeping the robe draped over her legs, it’ll go nicely in the shot. Honey, you need help with anything?”

The lighting for the next several shots was to be more dramatic, and Sheila was busy shutting out the sunlight and arranging the reflectors.

“No, I’m good. Hey. Wow. Evie, you’re going to make me look all kinds of bad when I get back to being the model. My boobs aren’t nearly as pretty as yours,” she quipped, as she fiddled with the equipment.

“Oh. Um, thanks?” A deep blush spread over Eva’s face and chest, and Drew could see her start to hunch her shoulders, a marked change from her initial statue-straight posture. He was surprised to feel a surge of protectiveness. He didn’t want her to be stiff and self-conscious; he wanted her to be open and comfortable, and to enjoy this.

“You don’t have to fish for compliments, Sheila,” he quipped. “Your boobs are every bit as nice as Eva’s. It’s just we’ve all seen yours enough times that the novelty has worn off.”