Salt and Skin

The hotel room smelled of salt, sunscreen, and something floral I couldn’t name, and Maya was already peeling off her damp cover-up before I’d even set down the camera bag. She’d been flirting with me all afternoon on the beach, her laugh too loud, her hand brushing my arm every time she pointed at the horizon. I was here to shoot her portfolio, but the way she was looking at me now, biting her lower lip, told me the real session was about to begin.

“You know,” she said, tossing the cover-up onto a chair, “you’ve been staring at me through that lens all day. I think it’s my turn to see what you look like without it.”

The air between us got thick. She was wearing a tiny red bikini that had been torturing me for hours, and now she was unhooking the top, letting it fall to the floor like it was nothing. My mouth went dry.

“Maya,” I started, but she was already stepping closer, her bare breasts catching the late afternoon light, nipples already hard.

“Don’t ‘Maya’ me, Leo. You’ve been thinking about this as much as I have.”

She was right. I had been. I couldn’t stop looking at her — the curve of her hips, the tan lines, the way she licked salt off her lips after dipping in the ocean. She was twenty-six, a model with a wild streak, and I was thirty-two, a photographer who’d shot a hundred beautiful women without ever feeling this undone.

She reached me and pressed her body against mine, her hands sliding under my shirt. “I want you to fuck me, Leo. Right here. Right now.”

I grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against me. She was soft and warm, her skin still sticky from the sea. I kissed her hard, tasting salt and sunscreen, and she moaned into my mouth, her fingers working my belt buckle.

We stumbled toward the bed, shedding clothes in a clumsy, desperate tangle. She pushed me down onto the mattress and straddled me, her wet cunt grinding against my cock through my boxers. I was already painfully hard.

“Fuck,” I breathed, gripping her hips.

She smiled, that wicked smile I’d been watching all day, and pulled my boxers down. My cock sprang free, and she wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly.

“God, you’re big,” she whispered.

“You feel how wet I am?” She pressed her palm against her own cunt, then showed me the glistening slickness. “This is all for you.”

I sat up, flipping her onto her back. She laughed, surprised, her hair splaying across the white sheets. I kissed my way down her body — her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts — taking my time, savoring her. She was trembling beneath me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Leo, please,” she begged. “Stop teasing.”

I ignored her, my mouth moving lower, but not where she wanted. I kissed her stomach, her hipbone, the inside of her thigh. She squirmed, digging her heels into the mattress.

“You’re such an asshole,” she gasped.

“You like it.”

She reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling my face up to hers. “I like it when you fuck me. Now.”

I shifted, positioning myself between her legs. My cock slid against her slick folds, and we both moaned. She was so wet, so ready, and when I finally pushed inside her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she breathed.

I started slow, deep, letting her feel every inch. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. The room was filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, her wetness, our mingled moans.

“Harder,” she demanded. “Fuck me harder.”

I grabbed her hips and drove into her, harder, faster. Her head fell back, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut. She was so tight, so hot, and I could feel myself losing control.

“I’m close,” I gritted out.

“Inside me. Don’t you dare pull out.”

I slammed into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt as I came, my cum flooding her. She came with me, her cunt clenching around my cock, her whole body shuddering.

We collapsed onto the bed, panting, sweaty, tangled in sheets. She laughed, a breathless, giddy sound.

“That was… a really good shoot,” she said.

I laughed too, rolling onto my side to look at her. Her face was flushed, her hair a mess, and she’d never looked hotter.

“We should do a second take,” I said.

She grinned, her hand already sliding down my stomach. “I thought you’d never ask.”

CATEGORIES: [Erotica, Hotel, Photographer, Model, Just the Two of Us]