Exposure - Kelly Moran Page 0,54

his throat. "In all these years, you're the only woman who's made me desire to pick up my camera and throw it aside in the same blink."

Because she knew he was telling the truth, and it equally scared her and turned her on, she distracted him by letting go of the comforter. It pooled by her waist, exposing her breasts.

He brought the camera to his face, taking several shots. "Put your hair over your shoulder, baby. Yes." The camera clicked. "Lay back." Click, click. "One arm over your head. Good. The other, dip it below the duvet."

She set her hand on her belly, gaze locked on him. Sliding her hand lower, she bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Click, click, click.

"Touch yourself, baby. Fuck, yes. Are you wet?"

"Very wet. Wanting you." She parted her folds and spread the slickness over her swollen clit, arching her back. Her head flung to the side, lost in the sensation.

"Imagine it's my fingers there. That's it, baby. Does it feel good?"

Click, click, click.

"So good." Tension built in her body, already on edge. Her fingers stroked faster, harder. "Going to come, Noah."

He groaned low and deep and long. "Come for me, baby." His feet shuffled closer, moved to her left. Click, click, click. "Need to see your face when you climax. It's a gorgeous sight."

His low, rough voice caused a delicious shiver. Her nerve endings fired. Her breath caught. She bowed off the mattress. Screamed his name.

Click, click, click.

Then, crash.

Chapter Thirteen

Noah dropped the camera and was between her thighs before her tremors ceased. Crashing his mouth to hers, he pushed for entry and stroked his tongue inside, doing with his mouth what he wanted to do with his cock. He had no idea if she was serious about giving head, didn't know if that was a trigger for her, so he kissed her like his life depended on it, because his sanity did.

She wrapped one leg around his waist and rolled him to his back. He cupped her neck, holding her to him. When she raked her nails down his chest and her mouth followed the path, he thought he'd blow. Lower, lower.

He grabbed her hips. "Only if you want to, baby. If it--"

"I want to," she moaned against his nipple, taking it between her teeth and sinking in.

His head hit the mattress. "Holy fuck."

She grinned against his flesh, licking her way down past his naval to??/p>

"Holy, holy fuck."

Her tongue swirled around his head, darting into the slit and spreading the moisture beading. His cock was so full with seed the veins protruded. His balls tightened. She licked her way down the underside of his shaft and it was all he could to hold it together when he wanted to shove his fingers in her hair and his cock farther in her mouth.

She urged his thighs apart. He complied, allowing her more room to work. Fisting his base, she worked her lips around his size and brought her hot, wet mouth down, taking half of him in one try. Breathing ragged, his clutched the sheets so he didn't grab her. Forcing his hips not to move proved difficult. Sweat broke out on his forehead, dripping down his temple with the restraint.

Hollowing her cheeks, the pressure increased as she pumped her fist while sucking him off. He groaned. Begged. She went back to teasing the hell out of him, licking his head and down his shaft. Her hand closed around his balls and massaged. He pressed his palms to his eyes, the torture, the pleasure, almost too much. She was driving him fucking mad, and he goddamn loved it.

When her other hand worked between his cheeks, he stilled. She slid her finger along his crack, applied pressure to his hole. She massaged the tight muscle, but didn't penetrate. His heart pounded as he tried to decide if he liked it or not.

She lifted her head, gaze meeting his, ceasing all activity. "No?"

He looked at her, poised over his cock, lips wet, her hands on his body and where. "Honestly? I don't know."

She slid her hand out and the loss almost gave him his answer. "Have you ever before? It can be very pleasurable."

He was beginning to think anything she did would be its own form of rapture. "I've done it to my partners." Not often, though. "Never had it done to me."

Nodding slowly, her hair fell around her face, the ends caressing his stomach. "Same here." She sat back on her haunches, hands on her thighs.