You focus on him through the lens of your camera. He doesn't even realize you're there and stretches out comfortably on the couch. You shift your position slowly, not making a sound. If he knew you were watching him like this, he'd probably have you fired, but you can't seem to pull your eyes away from him.
Being their photographer's assistant hasn't been an easy job. Most of the work is menial; loading and unloading film, changing lenses, checking lights and meters, and on and on. The highlight of the job though, besides the experience, is the fact that you get to be so close to him. He's always so cheerful, sweet, funny, and he smells sooo good.
He's wearing only jeans, leaving his chest and feet bare. Zooming in closer, you can see the muscles in his arms and chest flex with every movement. Tense and shaking, your finger accidentally hits the shutter button, snapping off a picture. The click of the camera startles you so bad that you almost drop it. Slowly, you bring it back up and focus on him again. Seeing him laying in the same position, you sigh with relief, realizing he didn't hear the click. You resume watching him, mesmerized by every inch of his body. He stretches again, bringing his hand out from behind his head and laying it on his chest. A small smile plays across his lips and he begins moving his hand down toward his waist. You suck in a breath, not believing what you're seeing. You know you should make your presence known, but you can't seem to move. He shifts again and you follow his hand as it makes it's way down further, cupping himself and pressing against the growing bulge in his tight pants.
You swallow hard, realizing that your body is reacting to everything he's doing. Your skin is flushed and tingling and your nipples have drawn up into rocky peaks, straining against the fabric of your shirt. As you focus on him once again, you notice that he's undone his pants and pushed the front of them down far enough to free his erection. Fascinated, you watch as his hand reaches down and slides around his penis. His hips thrust upward slightly and a low groan rumbles in his throat. You're sweating now and reach up to undo a couple of buttons on your shirt.
"You may as well come out," his voice startles you so much you drop the camera, "I know you're there and you may as well come and help me finish."
A heat courses through your body. He knows you're here. Shit. Now what do you do. Setting the camera down, you sit there trying to come up with a good explanation. You hear him moving around and look up to find him grinning down at you.
God, he's gorgeous, you think to yourself. Silently, he reaches for your hand. You take his and let him pull you up and close to him. You start to speak and he places a finger on your lips, "Shhhh," he says, "Do you know how long I've waited to get you alone like this? I watch you day after day, smiling and looking at me with those beautiful, hungry eyes of yours."
He backs toward the couch, still pulling you, "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you," he growls, making your knees weak, "I played it cool because I didn't want you to get into trouble with Maurice, but I can't anymore." Turning you both around, he gently sits you down on the couch and leans down over you, "Let me taste your lips." His eyes plead with yours and you lift your chin a little higher. He brushes his fingertips across your cheek then over your lips. Taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, he leans down and touches his lips to yours. He pulls away slightly and looks into your eyes. You can see his darken and you shiver with anticipation as he leans in again. He presses his lips to yours again, gently nibbling, teasing them with the tip of his tongue. Your lips part and your tongue snakes out to taste the tip of his, making him growl deeper before he dives in to explore the contours of your mouth. You feel his tongue dance around yours, tasting and flicking here and there. As he's doing this, you feel his hand move down the front of your shirt, undoing the rest of the buttons and pushing it to the side.
He breaks off the kiss, both of you gasping. Kneeling down in front of you, he reaches up to kiss you again, and then lets his kisses flutter down over your chin and throat, up across your jawline, and your neck. You can feel his warm breath tickling your ear and you let a groan escape as he gently tugs on your earlobe with his teeth. Shifting his weight, he trails back down your neck and over your collarbone, making your flesh tingle. He presses his lips to the valley in between your breasts while undoing the front clasp of your bra. Kissing his way down over your swollen mounds, he nudges the flimsy material aside. Your nipples are tight pebbly peaks and aching for his touch. Tentatively, he traces his tongue over your nipple, before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it, making it tighten even more. Letting go, he pulls back slightly and blows gently, making you gasp at the cool air hitting your feverish skin. Leisurely, he makes his way over to the other one, giving it the same treatment. By this time you are pulsing with need.
"Please," you beg him, "please...."
He looks up into your shaded eyes, "Please what baby," he chuckles, "Tell me. That's all you have to do. Just say the words."
"Please, I want...." you whisper, "I want....."
He reaches up to kiss you long and deep before growling against your lips, "Say it, I wanna hear you say it."
You shudder again, "I want you inside me," you say.
"Oh, I will be baby, believe me, I will be," he chuckles before tasting your lips one more time. He urges you to stand up and still kneeling in front of you, he unfastens your pants, pulling them down just enough to nibble the bare skin underneath them. You put your hands on his head, curling your fingers in his hair. You kick off your shoes and he twines his fingers in the sides of your panties and slides them down with your pants, lifting each of your feet to help you out of them. You feel your whole body blush as he just gazes at you appreciatively. You try to cover yourself, but he grabs your hands and pulls them away, "No baby," he whispers, "You're stunning, and I want to see all of you."
He pushes you back down on the couch and stands before you. You can see his erection straining against the material of his boxers. Slowly and without breaking eye contact, he pushes his jeans and boxers down in one long movement. When he raises back up, you glance in front of you to see him proudly displayed. You follow the contours of his frame back up to meet his eyes, which are searching, seeking for your approval. You slide over on the couch, turning so you can lay back against the arm and let one leg trail off the side, inviting him. Smiling, he slides over top of you, bracing his arms on either side to hold himself up. He settles his hips over yours and you arch involuntarily toward him. He chuckles and his hips press into yours, "Not yet honey, I'm not done with you yet," he says.
Shaking with need, you lean your head back over the arm and he dips down to cover your neck, collarbone, and breasts with kisses again. He moves down, kissing and licking here and there over your stomach before finally reaching the valley in between your thighs. He slips his arms underneath your legs, pulling you closer before he eases his tongue over the outside of your lips, tickling you with his light touches. You moan low in your throat and his tongue parts your folds searching for the aching nub that is now throbbing. Finding it, he flicks it with his tongue, caressing it before taking it between his lips and sucking on it, making you cry out. You curl your fingers in his hair again, trying to pull him closer and his tongue delves deeper into you. You move your hips, grinding them into him, wanting him deeper inside you. Again, he massages your clit with his tongue while he parts your folds and slides his finger inside your hot center. You are totally under his power, unable to think or speak, arching and grasping while wave upon wave of vibrations course through you. You tighten and release, sweating and gasping for air. He again moves above you. He's not finished yet. You don't know if you can stand it a moment longer. You have to have him inside you now.
He looks down at you, a multitude of emotions crossing his face. He bends down to kiss you again and you taste yourself upon his lips, making you ache even more. He presses his hips into yours again and you feel the tip of him against your clit. Pushing your hips up, you move against him and he closes his eyes, moaning. He opens them again and looks down at you.
"Tell me what you want baby," he grinds out between clenched teeth, "tell me what you need." You look him straight in the eye.
"I need you to fuck me."
Sucking in a quick breath, he settles himself in between your legs again and the tip of his cock presses it's way into your slick, hot center. Sliding the rest of the way in, he holds perfectly still, waiting for you to adjust to him. He starts to thrust gently and slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. Grabbing his arms, you can feel the muscles contracting with every thrust. Thrusting back to match his rhythm, his pace picks up until he is pounding into you with every heartbeat. Slowing down again, he slides himself in and out, caressing you with every movement. His skin is glistening with sweat and he dips his head down, catching your lips with his again. As his tongue thrusts faster and faster, darting in and out of your mouth, his thrusts become faster and harder, pushing you deeper into the couch. You meet each thrust with your own, crying out in abandon now. His moans are becoming louder and you feel sensations gripping your body. You start to tighten and the waves pour over you, stealing your breath and making you scream his name. He gives one final thrust, calling out to you before his arms give out, laying him over top of you.
When your breathing returns to normal, he scoots himself up, kissing you once again, barely touching his lips to your own. "God, why did I wait so long," he whispered, "You are amazing." His eyes glimmer with satisfaction and desire.
Blushing now, you look up at him shyly, "And to think, if that camera hadn't clicked...."
He chuckles and you feel the rumble against your stomach. He runs his hand over your cheek, playing with your hair. You sigh and he looks up questionly, "What is it baby, what do you want," he grins again, "what do you need?"
"Just you," you reply, "...just you."