City Lights and Shutters

La azotea olía a asfalto caliente y humo de diésel, la ciudad zumbaba abajo como un cable vivo. Tenía la cámara en la mano, pero aún no disparaba. La estaba observando a ella.

Mara leaned against the parapet, the wind pulling strands of dark hair across her face. She was wearing a red silk slip that stopped mid-thigh, and the late sun was turning her skin the color of honey. She knew I was looking. She always knew.

"You gonna take the shot, Leo?" she asked, not turning around. "Or are you just gonna stand there and eat me with your eyes?"

I lowered the camera. "Depends. Which one's gonna make you wet?"

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my chest. She turned, and the slip shifted, showing me the curve of her hip, the shadow between her thighs. "The second one. It always does."

We'd been dancing around this for weeks. Shoots that ran too long, hands that lingered on her waist, the way she'd say my name like it was a secret. But this was different. This was her, barefoot on a rooftop, the city spread out like an invitation.

I walked toward her, my boots loud on the gravel. She didn't move. Just watched me come, her eyes dark and steady.

"You're a tease, you know that?" I said, stopping close enough to feel the heat off her skin.

"Maybe." She reached out and hooked her finger under the strap of my t-shirt. "Or maybe I'm just waiting for you to stop being so fucking polite."

That did it. I grabbed her waist and pulled her into me, my mouth crashing onto hers. She tasted like wine and cigarettes, and she moaned into me, her hands fisting in my shirt. My cock was already hard, pressing against her thigh, and she ground against it, letting me feel how wet she was.

"Jesus, Mara," I breathed against her neck, my hands sliding down to cup her bare ass. She wasn't wearing anything under the slip. "You came here like this?"

"I came here for you." She pulled back, her lips swollen, her eyes wild. "Now take this off."

No hizo falta que me lo dijeran dos veces. Le quité la combinación por la cabeza y la dejé caer sobre la grava. Se quedó allí, desnuda, las luces de la ciudad pintando su cuerpo de neón. Sus tetas eran perfectas, llenas y rematadas con pezones oscuros que ya estaban duros. Su coño estaba desnudo, brillante, y separó las piernas ligeramente, una invitación que no pude rechazar.

I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs. She tasted like salt and honey, and she gasped, her fingers digging into my hair as I licked her clit in long, slow strokes. She was so wet I could feel it dripping down my chin.

"Yes," she hissed, grinding against my mouth. "Fuck, Leo, just like that."

I pushed two fingers inside her, and she whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. She was tight, so fucking tight, and I could feel her clenching around me as she got closer.

"I'm gonna come," she warned, her voice breaking.

"Hazlo," gruñí contra ella. "Córrete en mi cara."

She did. Her whole body shook, her thighs clamping around my head as she came with a strangled cry. I kept licking her through it, lapping up every drop until she was trembling and pushing my head away.

"Your turn," she said, pulling me up by the collar.

She shoved me down onto the parapet, the concrete cool against my bare back. She was on me in a second, her hands fumbling with my jeans, freeing my cock. It was aching, swollen, and she took it in her hand, stroking it slow, making me hiss.

"God, look at this thing," she whispered, marveling. "You've been hiding this from me?"

"Been hiding it from everyone," I managed.

She smiled, that wicked smile, and then she lowered her mouth onto me. Her lips were wet and hot, and she took me deep, her throat relaxing as she swallowed me whole. I grabbed the edge of the parapet, my knuckles white, as she worked me with her tongue and her hand, the sounds of her sucking echoing off the walls.

"Fuck, Mara," I groaned. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna—"

She pulled off with a pop, stroking me fast. "Not yet. I want you inside me."

She straddled me, her thighs on either side of my hips, and I felt the head of my cock press against her slick entrance. She looked me in the eye as she lowered herself, inch by inch, and the feeling was so fucking good I thought I'd black out. She was so tight, so hot, and she took me all the way in, until my balls were pressed against her ass.

"God, you feel amazing," she breathed, her hands on my chest.

I grabbed her hips and started to move. Slow at first, letting her set the rhythm, but then I flipped us over, pinning her to the rough concrete. I drove into her hard, and she cried out, her legs wrapping around my waist.

"Yes," she begged. "Right there. Don't stop."

I didn't. I fucked her like I'd been wanting to for weeks, pounding into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together lost in the city noise. She was moaning, her tits bouncing, and I leaned down to suck one into my mouth, biting her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp.

"I'm close," she whimpered. "Leo, I'm so close."

"Come for me," I said, my voice rough. "Come on my cock."

She did, her pussy clenching around me so hard it sent me over the edge. I came with a guttural groan, pumping into her, feeling her milk me dry. For a moment, the world was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the distant hum of the city.

Después, quedamos enredados juntos sobre el concreto, el aire fresco sobre nuestra piel sudorosa. Ella trazaba patrones en mi pecho, sus piernas aún envueltas alrededor de las mías.

"That was..." she started.

"Unexpected?" I offered.

"Perfect," she finished.

I laughed, pulling her closer. "We should do this again. For the shoot, I mean."

She propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at me with a grin. "Oh, I think we just did the shoot."

The next morning, we woke up in my bed, the sheets tangled and the coffee maker sputtering. She was wearing one of my shirts, her hair a mess, and she caught me staring.

"Stop looking at me like that," she said, handing me a mug. "It's gonna go to my head."

"Can't help it," I said, taking a sip. "You're the best thing I've ever shot."

She smiled, that slow, wicked smile, and I knew we'd be doing it again.

CATEGORIES: [Hotwife, Roof, Photographer, City Lights, Naked]