In Summertime Saga

The candles were new.

Two on her dresser, one on the nightstand, vanilla-scented, the kind that came in a jar with a label about relaxation and inner peace. The ring light was off. The lamp was on the desk where I'd left it last time, angled warm toward the bed, and she'd added a second lamp from somewhere, clipped to the headboard, throwing light down onto the pillows. Low R&B was playing from her phone speaker on the dresser, the kind with bass that vibrated the dresser surface and made the candle flame flicker.

"Atmosphere," Jenny said. She was standing by the bed with her arms crossed. "For the content."

"Right. For the content."

She was wearing a black sheer top that stopped below her ribs and a black lace thong and nothing else. The top was see-through. Completely. Her breasts were visible under the mesh and her nipples were dark through the fabric and the thong sat low on her hips and she'd done her hair, loose around her shoulders, and her makeup was heavier than last time, eyes lined, lips glossed. The burgundy set from last time had been classy. This was direct.

I picked up her phone. Camera app. "Ready when you are."

She moved to the bed. We started the same way as last time, her on the sheets, me behind the phone, the lamp doing its work. But she was different. Two days had passed since I'd walked out of this room and she'd spent those two days doing whatever Jenny does when she doesn't get what she wants, which is plot.

She was better with the camera this time. Took direction before I gave it. Shifted angles when the light changed. The transitions between poses were smoother and she knew where the lens wanted her eyes. She was treating this like a real production.

But she was also closer.

Every position she moved to was a half-step nearer than the last. Standing by the bed became kneeling on the edge of it became lying on her stomach with her chin in her hands and her ass up and her face aimed at me. The phone between us was getting smaller in the gap. I took the shots and said nothing about the distance.

"How's this?" She rolled onto her side. The sheer top rode up and her breasts shifted under the mesh and she propped her head on her hand and her knee was bent and the thong strap cut across her hip.

I took the shot. The candlelight was doing things to her skin that the ring light never had. Warmer. She'd done this on purpose.

She stood up. Turned around. Bent at the waist, slow, and looked back at me through the curtain of her dark hair. The thong was a strip of black lace between her cheeks and her back was arched and her grey eyes found me over her shoulder.

"How's this angle?"

My jaw was tight. "Good. Stay there."

I took two shots. She held the pose and her eyes stayed on me through the hair and the music played and the candle on the nightstand flickered and she was doing exactly what she wanted to do, which was make it impossible for me to walk out of this room a second time.

She turned to face me. Crossed her arms over her stomach and pulled the sheer top up over her head and dropped it on the floor. She was standing two feet from me in a thong and nothing else and her breasts were right there and her nipples were hard and she was looking at me with her chin tilted up and her lips parted.

"Get a shot from here."

I raised the phone. She reached past it and put her hand flat on my chest.

"Your heart's going fast."

It was. My pulse was slamming against her palm through my shirt and her fingers pressed into the fabric. She was looking at me.

I put the phone on the desk. Didn't look at it. Didn't walk to the door.

Jenny's eyes tracked the phone leaving my hand and coming back empty and her lips parted wider.

"You've been thinking about this."

"So have you." Her hand was still on my chest. "For two days."

I grabbed her jaw. My fingers on one side, thumb on the other, tilted her face up toward mine. Her mouth opened and her breath came out warm against my lips and her pupils were blown wide in the grey.

I kissed her.

Hard. My other hand went to her lower back and I pulled her flush against me and her bare chest pressed against my shirt and the warmth of her skin soaked through the cotton. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my shirt and her mouth opened under mine and she made a sound against my lips that was small and surprised and I didn't know what to do with it because Jenny didn't make sounds like that. Her hips pressed forward into mine and my cock was hard and she felt it and ground against me and I grabbed her hip to stop her because if she kept doing that the longer game was going to lose to the shorter one.

She bit my lower lip and pulled and the sting of it went straight down my spine.

"Don't stop," she said against my mouth.

I pushed her back onto the bed. She went down onto the white sheets and I followed her, one knee between her legs, my hand still on her jaw, and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down and the kiss went messy, her tongue and her teeth and breathing into each other's mouths, and the lip gloss was smearing and I could taste it, sweet and waxy, and underneath it her. Her legs came up around my thigh and she ground against me and I let her for a second, my cock pressing through my jeans against her inner thigh, and then I pinned her hip to the mattress with my hand and held her still.

I kissed her neck below her ear. She tilted her head back and her hands went into my hair and her fingers dug in. I kissed down. Her collarbone. The flat of her chest between her breasts. Her skin was warm and flushed and the vanilla candles and underneath them her, sharper, closer. I dragged my mouth across the swell of her left breast and her breathing caught and I took her nipple into my mouth.

"Ah-"

Her back arched off the mattress and her fingers tightened in my hair. I sucked. Circled with my tongue. The nipple was hard and her skin was hot and she was pulling me closer by the hair and her hips were trying to rock up against my thigh and I was holding her down. I bit gently and she gasped, a full-body flinch, and her nails raked along my scalp.

I moved to the other one. Slower. Let my breath hit the wet skin of the first nipple and felt her shiver when the cool air touched where my mouth had been. I took the second nipple between my lips and sucked and her head dropped back on the pillow and she was breathing through her mouth, fast and shallow, and her chest was flushed dark pink and spreading.

"Nn- that's-"

I grazed my teeth over the nipple and her hips bucked hard enough to push against my hand. Her legs were shifting on the sheets, restless, opening wider. I kissed between her breasts and down her stomach and her muscles jumped under my lips. I put my hand on her lower belly, fingers spread, and slid it down. Over the lace. Between her thighs.

She was soaked. The thong was wet through and the heat coming off her was startling, even through the lace, and I pressed my fingers against her and she inhaled sharp through her teeth and her hips pushed up into my hand.

She'd been wet since before I put the phone down. Maybe before I picked it up. Two days of thinking about me walking out and she was drenched through her underwear and her face turned toward the pillow.

I rubbed her through the thong. Slow circles over her clit through the wet lace, my mouth still on her breast, and she was gripping my hair and her hips were moving with my hand. The lace was thin enough that every detail came through, the heat and the slick and the shape of her swelling against my fingers. I kept the circles slow and steady and she was making frustrated sounds, small and tight, because she wanted more and I wasn't giving it yet.

My cock was aching in my jeans. Every time her thigh pressed against me it was a problem and I ignored it.

"Harder," she said. Her voice was rough. "Please-"

Jenny doesn't say please. Jenny says "give me" and "I want" and "now." The sound of it in her mouth made my fingers press harder before I'd decided to.

Tighter circles. Faster. The wet lace was slick under my thumb now and I could feel her clit through it, hard and swollen, and every circle made her hips jerk. Her thighs clamped around my wrist and she was grinding up into my hand and the sounds she was making were getting louder. In the candlelit room with the music playing she'd forgotten about Debbie down the hall. She was going to remember in about thirty seconds.

I pressed my mouth against her ear. "Quiet."

"I- I can't- nn-"

Her fist went to her mouth. She bit down on her knuckle and her eyes squeezed shut and her stomach muscles were rigid, shaking, and I kept the pressure and the speed and my thumb ground against her clit through the soaked lace and the wet sound was there now, quiet but audible between the bass notes of the music. Her hips were rolling into my hand in short desperate jerks and her nails were digging into my forearm so hard I could feel each one through my shirt.

Her breath caught. Held. Her whole body went tight, her back starting to lift off the sheets, and I kept the same speed.

She came. Her back arched hard off the mattress and her thighs locked around my wrist and her teeth sank into her fist and the sound that came out of her was a moan she tried to crush between her knuckles but it leaked through anyway, raw and broken, and her hips bucked against my fingers and her pussy clenched through the lace in waves, and her whole body shook and she went slack on the sheets.

Her hand fell from her mouth. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes were closed and her lips were swollen from the kissing and the flush went from her face down her neck to her breasts and she was lying there in a black thong on white sheets in candlelight with her hair wrecked and my hand still between her legs.

I stood up.

She opened her eyes.

"That's a wrap for today."

Jenny's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

"You're fucking kidding."

I picked up the phone from the desk. Opened the camera roll. Started scrolling through the photos from the shoot, flicking past them one by one, checking lighting and framing. Casual. Like my hand wasn't wet and my cock wasn't straining against my jeans and the woman on the bed hadn't just come so hard she'd bitten her own fist.

"Content looks good," I said. "The black set works better than the burgundy in this lighting."

She sat up on her elbows. Her hair was wrecked and her chest was still flushed and she was staring at me with her mouth open and her eyes hot.

"Are you serious right now."

"Totally serious. This light is really working." I was already at the door. My hand was on the handle and my knuckles were white because staying casual was taking everything I had. My cock was pressing against my jeans hard enough that it hurt and the hand that had been between her legs was in my pocket. "Night, Jenny."

"If you walk out of this room again I swear to god-"

I opened the door. Stepped into the hallway. Pulled it shut behind me and the pillow hit the door before the latch caught. I heard it thump against the wood and drop to the carpet and then a second thump that was probably a shoe and then "FUCK" through the door, loud enough that I looked toward Debbie's room and held my breath until the silence held.

I stood in the dark hallway and grinned.

I went to my room. Closed the door. My hand smelled like her and my cock was aching and I sat on the edge of my bed and breathed until the room stopped being so warm and my pulse came down from wherever it had been.

Down the hall, Jenny's shower turned on. She was going to be in there a while.

I lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling and the fan turned and the vanilla smell was in my clothes and my hand and the dark and I was grinning at nothing.

The pillow throw was worth it.