me how hot I am,” he said with a half smile, “but I think we all know that.”
He tossed me the camera, and I barely caught it. I swore at him. “That’s expensive!”
“So am I.” Jonathan unbuttoned his jacket. “So how do you think about me? I know you fantasize about me. Now’s your chance to get a lifetime of material.” His blazer hit the floor, and he was stripping himself out of his button-down shirt much faster than I could snap the photos. “Let me give you something better to remember me by,” he said, deep voice reverberating around the room. “You’ll study the pictures…”
Click.
“Remembering that these were the moments…”
Click.
“Right before I gave you the best, hardest fuck of your entire life.”
Jonathan was hot, and I hated that I was so easily tempted by him. In the low light in the bedroom, the shadows played off his toned chest, the bulging pecs tapering down to washboard abs.
Click.
He led me toward his bed. I continued snapping pictures as he took my free hand, running it over his half-naked body and down into his pants. I snapped more as I undid his belt then cupped a hand against his groin, making him hiss.
He shrugged off the pants then kissed me as he undid my skirt. I let it fall and let him see my body in only underwear through the camera lens. His appreciation was still there and very, very strong.
The coolness of the air around me contrasted wonderfully with the warmth of his touch. I ached to feel more of his fingers against me.
He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth, tangling with mine.
“I think you’re definitely going to want pictures of this next part,” he said.
He took the camera from me and snapped photos as he unhooked my bra to free my tits, my nipples hard in the cool air. He ran his fingers around the hard peaks, letting them perk up and point out playfully, his touch sending little shocks of electricity through my body. His hands trailed up and down my torso, stopping periodically at my breasts to take brief enjoyment of them.
Then he guided me down to the bed, kissing me again, his hand now going between my legs and feeling my pussy.
Click went the camera as he stroked me, making me moan in anticipation.
“Knew it. You’re so fucking horny for me, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about me. And you haven’t even had my cock. You’re just a horny little elf.”
“We have not,” I said, “progressed to the part of our relationship where we are using Christmas foreplay.”
“Then next time,” Jonathan said, “I’m going to dress you up in a reindeer costume, skimpy this time, with straps so I can hold on while I take you from the back.”
The horny part of me that had hijacked my brain and was begging for his cock thought that was a very good idea.
He stroked my pussy hard through my panties, making me cry out as he drove me crazy.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, snapping more pictures. “You have to remember how wet you got for me.”
“Why?” I gasped. “Isn’t this the first and last time we’ll do this? I know you are a one-and-done type of guy.”
“Oh no,” he purred. “This is just in case I get run over by a reindeer. I want to make sure that you’re ruined for any other man.”
“Fuck,” I whimpered, “you’re going to make me come.”
“Not yet,” he said cheerfully, taking his hand away and leaving me gasping on the bed.
He pulled down his silky boxer briefs; his erection jutted out, hard and thick. Jonathan pressed his cock to my pussy through my panties, rubbing it in the slick wetness, and took one last picture.
“A dick pic for the ages,” he said then tossed the camera aside.
“You better not break that,” I warned, grabbing for the camera as it almost fell off the bed.
“I’ll buy you a new one for Christmas,” he assured me as he wiggled my panties down my legs. “After I make you scream out a Christmas carol.”
Then I was lying fully naked before him. He posed in front of me, and I snapped one last picture.
That’s the view I want to wake up to every morning.
God, why did he have to be so fucking hot? It wasn’t remotely fair.
He plucked the camera out of my hands, setting it aside gently this time. Then his entire body pressed down on me, his smile strong. His naked