She hands me the camera and sashays over to the bed.
The “she” I'm talking about is my girlfriend, Bianca. And she's ready for her first photo shoot with me. Oh, but it's not just any photo shoot.
Not when her dark areolas and even darker nipples can be clearly seen beneath the scant lace of her black teddy, and her cunt is plainly visible through the crotchless material.
This shoot is for my eyes only, she said, when she volunteered to be my own personal centerfold tonight.
I stood a moment, a bit dumbfounded that she'd actually decided to go through with it. I'd assumed she was only bluffing. But there’s no bluffing in the way she’s moving onto her hands and knees and arching her back into that sexually suggestive pose.
Her eyelids are lowered and she turns her head my way flipping her dark hair over her shoulder with a smile. “You going to be my photographer or not James?”
I fumble with the camera, surprising even myself with how much she's throwing me off. I’ve just never seen her this uninhibited, and it's taking a minute to get used to it. But I'm not complaining. I like it. I lift the camera to snap the first shot.
Then she turns over to sit on the bed, her hands back, feet flat on its surface while her knees part, clearly exposing her pussy. I lift the camera again and take another shot.
She's turning to get on her hands and knees again but this time she drops her upper body until her arms and chest are flat on the bed and her ass is lifted my way, forming a perfect peach.
She looks completely fuckable right now, but I swallow hard and take another shot instead. And that’s harder to do than you’d think when I just want to go up to her, grip the wide flare of her hips and pull her toward me to show her just what should be done when she's in that position. Her ass looks grabbable, slappable, and of course her pussy looks fuckable.
But I can do none of it because right now, I'm playing cameraman. But being cameraman is a close second to what I really want to do. At least I get a front row view of her provocative poses.
Now her index finger is in her mouth. I snap.
Now she's closing her lips around the finger.
Now she's moving the finger in and out of her mouth, imitating the motion of sucking a dick. I swallow. Hard.
What the entire fuck? Where is Bianca and who is this woman in my bedroom right now?
Two fingers now.
Three fingers, more vigorous thrusting and more fervent sucking.
She closes her eyes as if purely delighted by the taste of her digits.
My throat goes dry. I swallow and lick my lips, but continue snapping away.
She leans back again and inserts two fingers into her pussy. Shit.
And now three.
And now she's bringing them back up to her mouth. Fucking hell.
Her fingers lower again. They're rubbing her clitoris. Her eyes close, mine widen.
Her moans fill the room.
She pulls in the corner of her lower lip as she moves her hip in a sexy grinding motion and strums her clitoris. I'm standing here a minute, when I finally realize my mouth is wide open. I snap it closed. But my dick is still straining against my shorts, the shaft pulsing from the blood rushing into it, as it prepares for the real action.
Her mouth is open now as she sighs, pants, and moans. Her nipples are like hard berries on her chest, eager to be picked. And as ready as I am to do the picking, I raise the camera instead and…
I watch as a wave moves through her body. First, her legs shake and tremble, then her pelvis thrusts, then her chest heaves until her entire body is taken over by her passionate seizure. She's convulsing, shaking, and screaming.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
And then she collapses. I move over to the side of the bed, stand over her and take a picture of the expression on her post-climax face. Her closed eyelids, the sated smile curving her lips upward, the droplets of sweat on her brow.
She sighs loudly, then opens her eyes and curls her index finger up at me, beckoning me to her.
I move the camera away from my face and give her a confused look.
Her voice is a hoarse whisper. “Put the camera down and join me.”
She gets no protest from me as I eagerly end our photo shoot and place the camera on the dresser behind me. My dick was ready about two minutes after the shoot started, so she gets no arguments from him either.
“How’d I do?” she asks as I lie next to her on the bed. I wrap an arm around her waist and turn her over to pull her on top of me.
“Amazing baby,” I say. She sits upright and brings her finger to my mouth. She traces my lips with her finger before pushing it further into my mouth. Her eyes brighten as my lips enclose around the digit, tasting her nectar and savoring the sweet taste.
The scent of her sex so close to my nose, and the erotic pleasure of licking her taste from her finger incites something primal inside me and I sit up, lift her by her hips and move us both to the edge of the bed so that she can ride me.
I free my stiff cock from my pants and enter her juicy cunt. But if self-control and pacing is what she wants, that won’t happen now, at least not this session. Watching her sexy display before has me well beyond the point of measured self-control.
She moves steadily on my cock but not fast enough for me, as my wild inner urges take over. My hands engulf her waist as I rapidly lift and lower her onto me until the noisy slaps of her ass against my thighs is the only sound competing with my excited moans and her enthusiastic screams.
And seconds later our mutual shouts fill the room as we come hard together. Bianca collapses, her body falling limp against mine as our perspiration adheres our skin together.
I run my hand along her back, the lace from her teddy scratching against my palm. And I can’t wait to see just what kind of pictures I got from my new centerfold.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.