La Marca del Fotógrafo

The wedding was a blur of champagne and bad music, but all I could see was Maya. She was the bride’s cousin, a model I’d worked with once, and she was wearing a deep red dress that clung to every curve like it was painted on. She caught me staring from across the dance floor and didn’t look away. A slow smile spread across her lips.

“You’re supposed to be taking pictures, Leo,” she said, appearing beside me as I fiddled with my camera. Her breath was warm against my ear, smelling of mint and something sweeter.

“I am,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “I’m just… choosing my subject carefully.”

“And what subject is that?”

I lowered the camera and met her eyes. Dark, knowing, with a glint of mischief. “You know damn well.”

The back hallway was dim, lit only by the glow from the reception hall and the pale moonlight streaming through a window. I had her pressed against the wall before the door even clicked shut, my mouth finding hers in a hungry kiss. She tasted like champagne and need, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me closer.

“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” she breathed against my lips. “Watching you move through the crowd, that camera in your hands.”

“And now?”

“Now I want you to stop thinking.” She reached down and grabbed my cock through my dress pants, squeezing just enough to make me groan. “I want you to fuck me right here.”

My hands found the zipper on her dress, and I pulled it down in one rough motion. The red fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a black lace thong and high heels. Her breasts were perfect, round and full, with nipples already hard and dark. I bent down and took one in my mouth, sucking hard while my hand found the warmth between her legs.

She was already wet. So wet that my fingers slipped inside her easily, and she gasped, arching her back against the wall.

“Fuck, Leo…”

“You like that?” I circled her clit with my thumb, feeling her shudder. “You like being a dirty little model in a hallway at your cousin’s wedding?”

“Yes… god, yes…”

I dropped to my knees and pulled her thong aside, burying my face between her thighs. She tasted incredible, sweet and musky, and she moaned loudly as my tongue found her clit. I licked and sucked until her legs were trembling, until she was gripping my hair so hard it hurt.

“Stop,” she gasped. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I stood up and unzipped my pants, my cock springing free, hard and aching. She reached down and stroked it, her hand warm and sure, and I nearly came right then.

“Condom?” I asked.

“Pocket,” she said. “Left side of my dress.”

I fumbled in the pile of red silk and found it, tearing the wrapper with my teeth. She watched me roll it on, her eyes dark and hungry.

Then I lifted her against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist, and pushed inside her. She was tight and hot, and she cried out as I filled her completely.

“Yes… that’s it…”

I fucked her hard, my hands gripping her ass as I drove into her again and again. The sounds she made were filthy, wet and needy, echoing off the walls. Her heels dug into my back, and her nails raked across my shoulders as she urged me on.

“Harder, Leo… please…”

I slammed into her, my rhythm fast and punishing. Her head fell back against the wall, her mouth open in a silent scream as she came, her pussy clenching around me.

“Fuck, Maya…”

I was close, so close, the heat of her pulling me over the edge. I buried my face in her neck, biting down on the sensitive skin there, and came with a shuddering groan, filling the condom as she clung to me.

For a long moment, we just stood there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. She laughed softly, running her fingers through my hair.

“I think you left a mark.”

I pulled back and looked at the spot on her neck where my teeth had been. A bright red mark, already starting to bruise.

“A photographer’s signature,” I said.

She smiled, her lips swollen from kissing. “I guess I’ll have to let you take more pictures of me sometime.”

“Anytime,” I said, pulling her close again. “Anytime you want.”