The sun was perfect.
Warm. Golden. Glinting off the edge of the water like it knew exactly how to light my skin.
I was stretched out on the lounge chair, one arm behind my head, the other teasing the strap of my bikini top. I could hear the soft click of the camera, steady and sharp, like it was trying to keep up with the rhythm of my body.
βStay right there,β he said β voice low, already a little rough. βDonβt move.β
I didnβt.
I just smiled β slow, lazy β and slid one leg over the other, hips tilting just enough to make him catch his breath.
He stood a few feet away, shirt undone, camera still in hand. But his eyesβ¦ they werenβt looking through the lens anymore. They were fixed on me β following every arch of my back, every slow breath, every drop of water sliding down my chest.
βEnjoying the view?β I asked.
He swallowed.
βToo much.β
I slipped into the pool without another word β diving in with a splash, letting the water swallow me whole. When I surfaced, I flipped my hair back and swam to the edge, resting my arms on the tiles.
βCome closer,β I said, staring right at him.
βBring the camera.β
He knelt at the edge, pointing the lens down at me. I opened my mouth slightly, let the water roll over my chest, my top clinging tight, nipples visible through the thin fabric. I knew exactly what I was doing.
βWant a better shot?β I whispered.
He nodded slowly.
I reached for his belt.
He froze β but only for a second. Then he let the camera fall to the side, his breath shaky, his eyes locked on mine as I undid his pants and pulled him free.
I lowered my mouth over him with a soft hum, lips parting, tongue teasing. The water made everything feel surreal β warm and slow, like time was stretching around us.
He groaned, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping the poolβs edge. I sucked him deep, letting him feel how much I wanted this β how much he wanted it. My moans vibrated against him. His hips started to move. And I loved every second.
When he pulled back, panting, I smiled up at him.
βYour turn,β I said.
He climbed in β clothes half off, body already trembling β and pulled me against him. We didnβt waste time. He lifted me in the water, pinned me gently to the side of the pool, and pushed inside with a low growl that echoed in my ear.
I gasped, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, letting the water rock us together in slow, deep waves.
He kissed me like he couldnβt hold back. Like he didnβt care if the camera was still rolling.
And maybe it was.
When we finally broke apart β wet, breathless, ruined in the best way β he touched my face and whispered:
βBest shoot Iβve ever done.β
I grinned, curling into him.
βJust wait βtil the next location.β
ghostbeetle
2025-05-22 18:20:34 +0000 UTC