25. Nina
NINA
This wasn’t how I’d planned it.
My goal was to show him how I felt.
But he’d beat me to it.
And I was good with that, so good. I didn’t know how long I’d be able to keep the words inside me anyway. They’d been bubbling up in me all day long, then tangoing on my tongue the second I’d walked into the club.
Saying them at last was both relief and freedom.
And I hoped the rest of the night would be too.
When we reached my place, I told him I needed a few minutes to get ready.
“Take your time,” he said.
“You probably want a glass of champagne though,” Brandon added, since we weren’t alone. He was with us, and he waved in the direction of Adam’s condo. “I picked up a bottle for you two lovebirds earlier today. I’ll go get it.”
When he left, Adam followed me into the bedroom, moving behind me when I reached the bureau, kissing the back of my neck. “You good with this? With him being here?”
I turned around so he could see the truth in my eyes. “Yes. I’ve wanted this so badly. I started to write it on my first list, but wasn’t sure if I could go through with it.”
“What changed your mind? I have to confess, I saw it there this morning, but I love that you asked for it this time.”
And this time, I wasn’t bothered that he’d looked at my list again. He was the list, and the list was us . It was ours. “What changed is when I started to fall for you. That’s when I wanted it even more.”
He banded his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. “You know I never want another man to touch you.”
“I know that,” I said with a naughty smile.
“And I don’t want anyone’s hands on me but yours.
That’s why I want the camera to capture us.
I want to see how we look together. I want to be on the other side of the lens,” I said, my breath catching in my throat as I gave voice once more to my newest, most erotic wish.
“I want to be seen as a woman in love and in lust. I need to know what that looks like when we’re in bed. And I want it with you and only you.”
He groaned, his eyes sliding shut as he yanked me close and kissed me.
Then he left the room, letting me undress and dress again alone.
I could have asked one of my boudoir photographer colleagues. But I hadn’t realized till this morning that I was ready to show Adam through photos how I felt for him. And I didn’t know how Adam would react.
But Adam was ready too.
He’d already asked Brandon to be behind the camera.
He trusted Brandon, and therefore I did too. Besides, we’d be using all my equipment. Brandon would have nothing to take away from the session but memories. I’d keep the photos.
I didn’t want to shoot them myself, because I didn’t want to break the mood to set up the pictures. I wanted to be captured in the act, to see how I looked in the throes of passion, to see in myself what I’d been imagining in my clients for so long.
I touched up my hair and makeup, dressed in white panties and a matching bra, and grabbed a glass of champagne from the kitchen counter. I took a drink and headed to my studio to make sure my camera was ready.
I set down the glass on a table in the corner.
Then I posed.
On the edge of the bed in my studio, my body sliding off the mattress, my back and shoulders on the covers, my head to the side, away from the door.
One arm slid down my body, settling on top of my panties. The other was in my hair.
I could hear my heartbeat in the quiet. It pounded in my ears, a drumbeat of desire and want.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
“Hi there.” It was Brandon, his boots clicking across the hardwood floors.
“Hi,” I said, but I didn’t break the pose.
“He’s not going to know what hit him, Nina. With you like that.”
I smiled at the compliment. It wasn’t sexual. It was professional, from one person who worked behind a camera to another.
And it came, too, from someone who knew Adam well.
“Thank you. And I want to see how that looks.”
“He’s so crazy for you,” Brandon added, and from the sounds, I could tell he was behind the camera, probably peering through the lens. “I hope this gives you everything you want.”
I was sure it would, especially once Adam entered the room. He drew a sharp intake of breath. He came to me, kneeled on the soft white rug at the foot of the bed, and brushed my hair from my cheek.
Click.
“Hey, sweet girl,” he said, a tender whisper.
“Hi, Adam.”
Then the scene began.
I moved up on the bed, sliding seductively along the covers. Wearing only black boxer briefs, Adam followed, stalking me on his hands and knees, like an animal hunting for his meal.
I was easy prey, and we liked it that way.
We didn’t pose like my clients did. I didn’t want staged photos. And I didn’t want only the before.
I wanted it all, and I wanted it real.
That was how Adam gave it to me. He was completely raw and real as he covered me with his body, raising my arms above my head. “Hold onto the headboard, dirty girl.”
Click.
I did as he asked, my body burning hotter as he used that name for me.
That was who I wanted to be for him right now—his, and only his, dirty girl.
Then he shifted to my side, the camera seeing my whole body as he moved down me, kissing the hollow of my throat, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts. I moaned, arching against him, as he unsnapped my bra.
Click.
I didn’t feel an ounce of shame or embarrassment over the camera capturing our intimacy. I felt only pleasure, only trust.
With my breasts bared, Adam nuzzled his face between them, kissing at first, then nibbling. Next came a nip on the sensitive flesh.
I yelped, but it was chased by an oh as he soothed the bite with a lick.
Then he raised his face, met my gaze, and stared hotly at my lips. “Bet you’d like me to come on these beauties, dirty girl.”
“Oh God, yes.”
He rose, kneeling, cupping both my breasts, squeezing them together. “Bet you’d love it if I fucked these perfect tits and came all over your throat.”
I moaned my yes , at his words and at his rough touch that I loved.
“Put that on your list. Number twelve. You’re making a new list, dirty girl, and we’re going to work our way through all of it, over and over.”
Tingles spread down my body, settling between my legs, where I ached for him. “I want that with you. I want to do it all with you. I want you to have me in every way, Adam.”
Click.
Brandon was only taking pictures. There would be no video with this. No words to return to and play again and again. No soundtrack to listen to. But when I looked at this image later, I was sure I’d remember the words perfectly. Have me in every way.
I wanted that with this man, my after-dark Adam.
His hands traveled along my sides, down to the waistband of my panties. “I’ll give you everything, my sweet, dirty girl.”
“Yes. God, yes. Have me.” I arched my hips, asking.
“That’s it. Beg me with your body,” he said roughly, moving his thumbs under the band.
I rocked my hips higher, harder, thrusting at him. “Please give me your mouth. I love your tongue, love your lips.”
His groan echoed across the room as he pulled down my panties, exposing me.
There was no click.
Not until Adam moved between my legs, burying his face in my wetness. Then I heard it. Another click, mingled with the sound of my first feral moan.
It wouldn’t be my last.
As I moved against his mouth.
As I arched against his lips.
As I parted my legs wider.
He wrapped his hands around my ass, scooping me up, lifting me impossibly closer to his wicked, wonderful tongue.
Pleasure charged through me, surging across my body, taking me in a storm of bliss.
Yes, bliss.
I was in it. I was having it. And later, I’d see it.
But right now, I was living all my fantasies, and reality was so much better as I lost control with the man I loved.
I let go of the headboard, writhing, my hands in my hair, on my breasts, on my face.
I was caught in the throes of the most intense climax of my life, as Adam devoured me till the waves subsided.
But then, the moment grew more intense. Adam rose, shed his briefs, and kneeled next to me, stroking himself near my face, before he let go to bend close and whisper in my ear, “I love you so much, Nina.”
A second wave of pleasure crashed over me at those words. “I love you too,” I whispered.
“Now let’s show the camera how much.” He adjusted me, pulling me up and shifting me so I faced the camera on all fours. He moved behind me, spread my cheeks, angling me higher, then he pushed inside my wetness.
I cried out, my neck stretching, my hair spilling down my back.
Click.
Yes, this was what I wanted. Everything exposed. Everything seen, as the man I’d fallen in love with me took me in a whole new way.
Without reservation.
He’d never held back with the physical. But now he was fully free too—to speak uninhibitedly as he fucked me rough and with passion. Whispering filthy things to me. “Grind against my shaft, my dirty girl. Show me how much you love it when your man fucks you hard.”
My body pulsed for him. I ached for another climax.
“I love it when you fuck me,” I cried out, rocking with him as he thrust harder, deeper. “Because I love you.”
He grabbed my hair, yanked hard, and covered my back with his chest as we moved together, him now doing most of the work. He brought his lips to my ear, his words low and just for me. “I know you do, baby. I feel it all with you. I have every single time.”
And I lost it again.
I lost myself in him, peaking and soaring into another climax, one that stole through my body at record speed.
But as he followed me there, groaning, cursing, and chanting my name, I knew neither one of us were lost.
We were both found.
And we’d been seen.