Steam and Shadow

The sauna smelled of cedar and wet stone, and Lena could feel the heat settling into her skin like a second layer. Marco adjusted his camera, the lens catching the dim light, and she saw the way his jaw tightened when she let the towel slip a little lower on her hips.

"You're nervous," he said, voice low, almost a whisper over the hiss of steam.

"I'm not." She lied, and he knew it.

"Then drop the towel."

She did, letting it fall to the cedar bench with a soft thud. The air hit her bare skin, hot and prickling, and she felt her nipples tighten instantly. Marco didn't move, just watched her through the viewfinder, his eye dark behind the glass.

"Turn around. Slow."

She obeyed, feeling his gaze travel down her spine, over the curve of her ass. The wooden bench creaked as she moved, and she could hear his breathing change, sharper, more deliberate.

"Good," he murmured. "Now face me. Spread your legs a little."

The heat was making her dizzy, or maybe it was the way he said her name, low and rough, like he was tasting it. She spread her legs, and the air rushed against her wet cunt, making her shiver.

"Touch yourself," he said. "Just a little. Let me see."

Her hand slid down her stomach, fingers finding her clit, slick and swollen. She gasped at the contact, a small, broken sound that echoed off the cedar walls. Marco lowered the camera, set it aside on the bench, and stepped toward her, his bare chest glistening with sweat.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever shot," he said, his voice barely a whisper now. His hand came up, cupping her jaw, tilting her face to his. "But I need to feel you."

His mouth crashed into hers, hungry and demanding, and she moaned into it, her fingers still working her clit. He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck, teeth grazing her collarbone, making her arch into him.

"Marco—" she breathed.

"Shh." His hand replaced hers, fingers sliding through her slick folds, teasing her entrance. "I want to hear you. Every sound."

He pushed two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her hips bucking against his hand. The heat was everywhere, on her skin, in her lungs, between her thighs where he was working her open, slow and deep.

"Please," she begged, not knowing what for.

He withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth, tasting her with a low groan. "You're so wet for me, Lena."

She didn't answer, just grabbed his cock, hard and thick in her hand, and stroked him until he hissed through his teeth. He guided her to the bench, bending her over it, her ass in the air, her cheek against the warm wood.

"Look at you," he whispered, running a hand over her ass, parting her cheeks. "So fucking perfect."

He entered her from behind in one smooth thrust, and she screamed, the sound swallowed by the steam. He filled her completely, his balls slapping against her clit as he fucked her, hard and steady, his hand fisted in her hair.

"You feel that?" he growled, his voice ragged. "You feel how deep I am?"

"Yes—god, yes—"

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, changing the angle, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her hands clawed at the bench, her moans turning into a steady litany of his name.

"Look at me," he said, turning her around, lifting her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he sank into her again, this time face to face, his forehead pressed to hers.

"I want to watch you come," he whispered, his thumb finding her clit, circling it as he fucked her slow and deep. "I want to feel it."

She was close, so close, the heat and his voice and his cock inside her all pushing her over the edge. She came with a broken cry, her body clenching around him, and he followed right after, burying his face in her neck as he spilled inside her, shuddering.

For a moment, there was only the hiss of steam and the sound of their breathing.

He pulled back, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her softly. "You're going to be the death of me, Lena."

She smiled, still trembling. "Good."

He laughed, a low, warm sound, and pulled her against his chest, her head tucked under his chin. "We're going to need more water."

"I don't care," she whispered. "Just hold me."

CATEGORIES: [Sensual sex, Photographer, Sauna, Just the Two of Us, Passionate Sex]