The Last Exposure

The air in the studio smelled of turpentine, dust, and ozone from the hot lights, but all I could breathe was her. Maya smelled like warm skin, a hint of coconut oil, and something electric that made my hands shake as I adjusted the reflector. She was perched on the stool, one leg crossed over the other, her robe hanging open just enough to show the curve of her breast.

“So, Mr. Vaughn,” she said, tilting her chin. “You’ve been staring at my collarbone for ten minutes. Is that the shot, or are you just scared?”

I laughed, low and rough. “I’m figuring out the light.”

“Bullshit.”

I set the camera down. “You want the truth?”

“Always.”

“I’m trying to figure out how to ask you to take the robe off without sounding like a creep.”

She smiled, slow and knowing. “Then stop asking. Just tell me.”

The silk slid off her shoulders and pooled at her waist. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her tits were full, nipples already hard from the cool air, and my cock stiffened so fast I had to shift my weight.

“Maya…” I started, but she shook her head.

“Don’t talk. Just look.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off her skin. She reached out and grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me between her thighs.

“You’ve been thinking about this since I walked in,” she whispered. “I can see it in your hands. They’re shaking.”

“You make me nervous.”

“Good.” She bit her lip. “What are you going to do about it?”

I kissed her. Not soft, not gentle — hungry, open-mouthed, my tongue sliding against hers. She moaned into my mouth and her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me down. I broke away just long enough to strip off my shirt, and then her hands were on my chest, nails raking down my skin.

“I want you inside me,” she breathed. “Right now. No more waiting.”

I slid her off the stool and turned her around, bending her over the edge of the wooden table. Her ass was round and perfect, and I spread her cheeks with my thumbs, watching her pussy glisten.

“Jesus, Maya.”

“Stop looking. Fuck me.”

I grabbed my cock, already slick with pre-cum, and pressed the head against her wet slit. She was so tight I thought I’d lose my mind before I even got inside. I pushed in slow, inch by inch, and she gasped, arching her back.

“Fuck, yes.”

I started moving. Hard. My hands on her hips, slamming into her so deep she cried out. Her pussy gripped me like a fist, wet and hot, and I could feel every pulse of her body.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

I reached around and found her clit, rubbing in circles while I drove into her. She was already close — I could feel it in the way she clenched, the shudder running through her thighs.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped.

“Do it. Come on my cock.”

She screamed, her body convulsing around me, and that was it. I buried myself to the hilt and came inside her, hot and thick, my own groan lost in her moans.

For a moment we just stood there, panting, the room smelling of sex and sweat.

Then she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder. “That was the first take.”

“What’s the second?”

She smiled, reaching for the camera. “Now you get on the table. I want to see what you look like when you let go.”

CATEGORIES: [Landlady, Studio, Artist, Dominance, Rough sex, Creampie]