The Last Frame

The lake house smelled of pine and old wood, and the late afternoon sun threw long golden stripes across the floorboards. I had my camera up, watching Maya through the lens as she shifted on the worn leather couch, her bare shoulders catching the light.

"You're staring," she said, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"I'm working." I lowered the camera, letting my eyes travel down her body—the thin white shirt she'd thrown on after our swim, still damp enough to cling to every curve. "But I'm also staring."

She laughed, running a hand through her wet hair. "You've been staring for three days, Leo. Maybe you should do something about it."

I set the camera down on the table. The click of it against wood felt louder than it should have. "The contract says I'm supposed to photograph you. It doesn't say anything about touching."

"Contracts are boring." She stood up, and the shirt rode up her thighs. "I'm bored. Are you bored?"

I crossed the room in three steps, and her back hit the wall before I could think about what I was doing. My hands found her hips, fingers digging into the damp fabric.

"I've been thinking about this since you stepped out of the lake," I said, my mouth close to her ear. "The way the water ran down your tits. The way you looked at me like you knew exactly what I was thinking."

"Maybe I did." She pressed against me, and I felt the heat of her through the thin cotton. "Maybe I wanted you to stop pretending."

I pulled the shirt over her head, and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her tits were perfect—round and full, nipples already hard. I took one in my mouth, sucking hard, and she gasped, her fingers tangling in my hair.

"Fuck, Leo."

I worked my way down her body, kissing the soft skin of her stomach, then hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. She kicked them off, and I knelt, spreading her legs.

Her pussy was already wet, glistening in the golden light. I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting salt and lake water and her. She moaned, pressing her hips against my face.

"Please," she whispered. "I need you inside me."

I stood up, unzipping my jeans, and she watched me with dark, hungry eyes. My cock was hard, aching. I guided her back to the couch, bending her over the armrest.

"God, that ass," I breathed, running my hands over her round cheeks. "I've been watching it all weekend. Every time you bent over to grab something, every time you walked past me."

"Then stop talking about it." She looked back at me over her shoulder. "Fuck me."

I lined myself up and pushed inside her in one slow, thick stroke. She cried out, her back arching, and I felt her walls clench around me.

"You feel so good," I groaned, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in.

"Yes—fuck—like that."

I found a rhythm, hard and fast, my hands gripping her hips as I drove into her. The couch creaked beneath us, and her moans filled the room, mixing with the sound of our bodies slapping together.

"Harder," she begged. "Please, Leo, harder."

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, fucking her deeper, faster. She was so wet I could hear it, every stroke slick and obscene. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, and I couldn't stop looking at it, couldn't stop thinking about how perfect she looked like this.

"I'm close," she gasped.

"Not yet." I pulled out, and she whimpered at the loss. I flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "I want to watch you."

I pushed back inside her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and I leaned down to suck one into my mouth while I fucked her.

"Leo—oh God—I'm gonna—"

"Come for me, Maya."

She shattered beneath me, her body convulsing, her nails digging into my back. I kept fucking her through it, feeling her pulse around my cock, and it pushed me over the edge. I came inside her with a groan, my hips shuddering as I emptied myself into her.

She was breathing hard, hair plastered to her forehead, a lazy smile on her face. I collapsed on top of her, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

"So," she said, her voice still shaky. "Was that in the contract?"

I laughed, kissing her neck. "I'll have to check the fine print."

"Soon?" She shifted beneath me, and I felt myself harden again. "Because the sun's going down in an hour, and I've got some ideas for the bedroom."

I looked at her, this beautiful, shameless woman who'd been driving me crazy for three days. "I think we might need a longer contract."

She grinned, pulling me down for a kiss. "I know a lawyer."

CATEGORIES: [Butt, Photographer, Lake House, Just the Two of Us, Rough sex]