45 | Distraction
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Ava is positioned across my bed, splayed on her stomach with her legs in the air, gently crossed.
My camera is aimed at her cropped cotton top and little shorts, shiny lipgloss curling her face into an almost seductive smile.
She reaches for the receiver of an old telephone, hovering it by her tilted face like she could be having a conversation.
It's supposed to be artsy, communicate something, but I'm a bit distracted right now.
Every time I gaze her direction, tell her to look at the camera or pose candidly, I notice her thighs squeeze a little tighter together.
She's posing how I want her to, but those crossed legs seem to be doing something else too.
"Should I do one upside down?" She muses. She watches me carefully and I can't tell whether I'm making up this teasing she's doing.
"Upside down?"
She nods, pushing herself up off her stomach. For a second the thin fabric of her top raises high enough I get a glimpse of her bra, my still half-hard cock twitches at the sight. Jesus. I think that blowjob rewired my brain.
Through my lens I watch her shuffle so that her legs rest upwards, over the wall and headboard with her back against the mattress.
She reaches for the phone again, holding it as if she'd fallen into a natural conversation.
It's a good mix of staged and realistic, especially when I angle my lens up and her eye contact pierces the camera, that blue so vivid I almost forget what I'm doing.
I zoom in, take some more closer up. Every shiny fleck of her skin, every light lash, every blonde strand is captured perfectly.
In black and white it looks even better, the contrast of the red phone and her eyes popping out even more.
One of her fingers begins to play absent-mindedly with the wire phone cord - I snap that shot quickly.
After a bit she rolls back onto her front, hair slipping over one side of her face messily.
She discards the phone, posing with that familiar pout that makes it impossible to draw my eyes away.
I don't seem to care that much about theming anymore, just capturing her smiling, still as photogenic as ever.
"You're quiet," She hums after a second. I'd got so lost behind the screen and barely realised, fingers releasing from the shot I was lining up.
"Sorry," I smile, "I'm focusing on you."
A veil falls slightly over her face, a look I know like the back of my hand.
She tried to be responsible, ignore the ache between her thighs, but she's so close to giving in it practically hurts her.
My eyes are trailing softly down her skin and memorising the shape of her ass, dangerously protected in those shorts. Fuck.
When my gaze reaches her face again she's unashamedly fixated on my obvious boner, eyelids struggling to stay upwards, "Let's try some like this."
I frown as she twists onto her back, hair splayed out around her face and neck, the big blonde waterfall I want to run my hand through forever.
The shirt rises high again, displaying her stomach, the low waist of her shots that just reveal the edge of her panties.
It's innocent enough, but not when she's doing it on purpose.
Is she trying to break me or herself?
I clear my throat, still taking some shots because, well, she looks fucking incredible.
Her wide eyes catch in the lens, framing her face and when she bites down into her lip a wave of need crashes into me so fast I forget I'm standing.
I zoom in enough to get clear shots of her head, neck, a bit of her torso.
The black and white ones nearly kill me.
Then, like my brain can't help it, I move the camera along, trailing down the length of her body.
The curve of her breasts, smooth skin, thighs still pushing themselves together as her hips jerk the tiniest bit upwards.
She's trying to gain some relief whether she realises or not.
It might be the hottest thing I've ever seen.
My mind spins with a dangerous question.
"Would you do some without your top?"
The question drags her out of her flirting, gaze watching me carefully, "In my bra?"
I nod. I can see it in my head, every curve, her collarbone leading up to her neck. I think it would kill me, both from a photography and boyfriend angle.
Her lips part but no sound comes out, hesitance replacing her casual confidence. She's come so far, let down so much of her guard - but this is different territory. This is being exposed on a new level, facing the camera in a much more vulnerable way.
"You don't have to, of course," I reassure, "It's just an idea, if you're comfortable with it. Only say yes if you actually want to."
Her brows crease, "Why? Like... you wouldn't put them anywhere?"
The fact she would ever think that makes a sour look splash across my face.
I hadn't even thought about what I'd do with them, I'm preoccupied with how incredible they'll look, how beautiful.
If they stay on my camera forever then it doesn't matter, but it's almost like the universe wants me to take them.
"No, no... I just think you'll look pretty, baby," I nod, "They won't go anywhere. You can have them if you're worried."
Her face falls into that soft understanding that makes me a weak man. It's so trusting, like she's surrendering her anxieties because I make her comfortable enough to. Then, quiet as anything, she agrees, "Okay..."
Her fingers pull gently at her top, then lift it off and over her head, chucking it somewhere across the room.
Just like I predicted, it looks insane.
The black lace frames her body like a goddess and when I adjust the angle to include her face and upper torso, still spread out, she really does look like she fell from heaven.
I take a few shots, discreetly so the movement doesn't scare her.
She's relaxing, but a guard is still up.
"You finally have photos of me to jerk off to," She giggles, so beautifully I regret not instantly taking that shot. There's something so human about it, naturally her.
Without thinking my finger shifts to the record button. I don't film much, nothing ever compels me too... nothing until Ava's posing and smiling on my screen. That flashing red dot appears on the screen and her entire essence is captured, everything that I love about her.
Love. Fuck. That fucking word again.
The one I almost blurted out like an idiot when she was sucking me off. It keeps doing that, dancing on my tongue in the wrong situations. I don't know how it's crept up on me like this, let me drown in Ava so much that I can barely breathe without her.
I don't love, I don't understand it or process it anyway. Not until this, not until her. When everything else is hazy this is the one feeling I can make out, the only clear thing. It makes my stomach turn in the best way.
She's my everything because I do genuinely love her.
If we weren't screwed before we definitely are now.
"Are you?" She hums.
I float back to the present to where she's propped up on one elbow, watching me curiously. The heat in her voice is back, tethered with a challenge.
"What?"
"Going to jerk off these photos later? Is that why you really want them?"
It's not really what I was thinking but putting the idea in my head isn't helping. My helpless cock strains harder against my pants, begging to be touched. Ava's heavy expression tells me the idea isn't something she'd be complaining about.
"Do you want me to?" I question.
She shrugs, anything but casual, "Maybe."
It's a breathless word, made even more powerful by the hand I watch snake down her stomach, dancing over her skin until it disappears beneath the hem of her shorts.
Oh my god.
I freeze, body rigid, thoughts exploding. Her hand moves in very small circles, gently teasing her clit under the fabric. I can't see, but I've seen it enough times to imagine it perfectly. Her head pushes back, a gentle moan slipping from her lips. My imagination is not enough.
My gaze casts down to the camera screen, where I can see everything slightly zoomed in.
Her back arches desperately off the bed, chasing the friction.
I want to move, want to touch her, but part of me is mesmerised by the show.
Her wrist moving, her needy noises, it makes every part of me malfunction.
"Nolan..." She whines, hips rolling a bit faster now, "Please..."
Jesus Christ. I might actuallydie here.
"You want help with that, baby?"
I rake my eyes across her body with a lick of the lips, soaking it in. Her shorts have slipped an inch, giving me a better view of her fingers disappearing into her panties.
"Shit," She curses, eyes not leaving mine for a second, "If you don't get over here right now I might end up coming on my hand and not your cock..."
"Who says you can't do both?"
"Asshole," She bites back, but it turns into a gasping breath as her back arches higher, "Just... please... I need you."
That plea is what eventually breaks me. In a few burning strides I go from behind the camera to towering over her, arms braced on either side of her as her hand still works at that pretty pussy.
She arches up into my body, attempting a kiss but failing as her lips part involuntarily.
The most she can do is claw at my shirt and mutter off.
I follow her command without hesitation.
I'm not sure what part of the room my shirt ends up, or her shorts as I slide them off with hungry ease.
My fingers move up to meet her soaked panties, brushing away the movement she's circling on her clit and replacing it.
I can tell she's close, her eyes are all dazed and her thighs tremble as she attempts to gain some control.
The pad of my thumb moves in strokes that turn her soft whimpers into actual moans, sounds that drive me to the brink of the earth.
I'd listen to her like this forever if I could.
I don't even get a chance to slide my other fingers inside, her pussy clenching around nothing as she comes.
I watch as her eyes close, lips part, brain floats far away from me and this room.
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
When she comes back down, her hands reach for my face, dragging me into a punishing kiss. It's all tongue and heat, the deepest parts of ourselves fighting for the pleasure we both desperately need. My cock presses into the wet mess between her thighs, forcing a muffled groan out of me.
I draw back to nibble at her ear, "So needy you came just by playing with your clit?"
"I'll come harder when you're actually inside me," She hums in response, voice reduced to that sultry tone that shatters me into pieces. My body grinds against hers again, harder, seeking friction she's also fighting for again.
"Think I can get you to beg for it?" I muse, fingers snaking around to unclasp her bra, "Or are you gonna be a brat?"
She tries to speak but it turns into a rush of air through her nose as I clasp my mouth over one of her nipples, swirling at the peak and watching how sensitive it makes her.
"You love me being a brat," She pushes out, almost a pant as I focus my attention on her other breast, then spreading kisses all up her chest, her pretty collarbone.
As if to prove her point she suddenly wraps a leg around mine, catching me distracted as I still work my lips over her skin.
I'm flipped, her gentle weight over me as my back hits the mattress.
It's funny how much I let her overpower me, how I would probably let her do anything to me.
She's got me wrapped around her finger.
Her fingers pull down my sweatpants and boxers as she leans down to devour my mouth, tongue messily memorising my insides.
Her thighs, braced on either side of my hips grind shamelessly, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing keeping her from touching my bare cock.
The tension keeps my skin on fire, dick hard and aching.
"You want me to ride you?" She whispers into my ears like a prayer, "Wanna see just how pretty I can get?"
A guttural noise rips from my throat, one I didn't know I could make, "Yes, god yes. I want to watch every fucking second."
I feel her warm, wicked smile against my skin before she pushes her hands into the planes of my chest, steadying herself upright as I stay on my back.
Looking up feels like looking at paradise.
Her hair glows golden in the light, ruined face soft and knowing as she rolls over my cock with precision hotter than anything else.
I blink and her panties have disappeared too, leaving our bare skin touching completely.
"Wait," I growl before she can line herself up, "We don't have a condom..."
Her head shakes, "It's okay."
"You sure?" I check. It'll be our first time without, the first time she's trusting me.
"Yes," she nods, humming, "I want this."
I nearly double check but she's pushing the head of my cock between her folds before I have much time to get another word out.
I feel myself pulsing, her skin molten as she sinks down slowly.
Her slow noises flesh out into a moan when she takes everything completely, adjusting to the stretch.
My hands reach possessively for her waist, holding her deep on top of me.
There's a small beat, silence fizzing with sex and us. Ava gives me an almost giddy smile, one that makes the same form on my face too. I'm so distracted by that I barely even hear a little electronic beep, a noise I'm so used to hearing it barely registers. My camera shutting itself off.
"What was that?" She asks.
"Nothing," I explain through gritted teeth, "Battery died." I don't care about that, anything we were doing before doesn't matter anymore. Fuck my camera.
"Good," She hums, "We don't want to be making a sex tape."
I shrug, "Would be pretty hot."
"Maybe hypothetically... realistically, no."
She's probably right.
"Besides," Her hips twitch, beginning to move, "Why film it when you get to experience it first hand?"
She punctuates that point with a strong grind, one that spikes pleasure straight down my cock, through my entire body. I practically shudder, grip on her sides bruising.
"Ava, fuck, You're..."
"The best girlfriend ever?" She finishes, mocking my words from earlier. As easily she says them, a moan follows, drawn out by the way her pussy clenches around my cock like a reflex. It attacks my self-control, melting my brain into fuzz.
"Better," I groan, manoeuvring her back and forth so her hips roll faster, chasing every burning spark, "Fucking perfect." Her clit drags over my skin, sensitive and determined. The sight sends deeper waves through my nervous system. Desire builds, spins out of control.
We stay like that for a second, her chasing her high on top of me as she gets used to the feeling of my bare cock splitting her open.
When whatever resistance was left melts away, she changes tactics, hips raising upwards to slide up and down.
My eyes feel like they're about to pop out my skull, my dick tightens so hard I can't think.
"Keep going, baby," I groan, praising just how well she takes me, "You're such a good girl, so desperate when you're like this."
Her tits bounce, head almost thrown back as her voice cracks on the loudest moan so far, her body climbing up the ladder of bliss quicker than she even realises.
My eyes attach to my cock disappearing into her, sinking deep into her wet, messy pussy.
My hands act as direction but it's all her, the needy drive, the constant pounding into my dick.
Every part of my brain begs to hold on, revel in the pleasure, not let myself get too close.
"Nolan, I can't, oh my god," She wines, a string of incomprehensible pleasure.
"I know, I know..." I mutter soothingly, letting her bounce faster. Every new influx of pleasure is visible by the way her face melts, her pussy clenches, her thighs work to chase that peak.
As if she can't get enough, like she hasn't already reduced me to heavy breath, messy hair and tangled limbs, she leans back.
Her hands fall and rest back on my lower thighs, giving her better access to push herself onto my dick again and again.
It's not just the way she looks, baring her pussy at me like she knows it's the most beautiful sight, but the new ankle sends pleasure so much deeper.
I bite my tongue so hard I almost draw blood. The rush it sends to my cock drives my hips upwards in animalistic fashion, fucking her back where her movements have become shaky, fraying their once perfect control.
She whimpers at the new force, the way I'm taking her in the same way she just destroyed me.
Her head falls gently, hair covering her face as every noise she makes causes the tension in my stomach to skyrocket.
She's still trying to grind down, but my force is harder, more desperate, rolling up into her pussy. I think I'm seeing stars at this point.
"Please," She whispers, barely comprehensible syllables. My hand reaches over to her clit, greedily swirling against the sensitive nub.
"Please what?" I taunt, "Please...stop?"
She shakes her head, moving like she doesn't know how to position herself.
She's hazy, caught on the edge of an orgasm about to hit her like a freight train.
Her weakness makes me sit up, let her hands rest on my shoulders as she shifts to straddle me better.
I'm still driving up, chasing the way my cock is about to explode inside her.
"Don't stop, please..." She swallows, head falling into the crook of my neck, "I'm so close."
Her pussy soaks around me as my balls tighten, everything around me disappears. She's the only thing in this room, the only thing I can feel. My head is stuck to the ceiling, my body attached to the perfect way she's letting me ruin her.
"Fuck, I'm going to come too..."
As soon as I say it, it happens, a groaned pretty girl falls out of my mouth, all broken and raw as I spill inside of her.
I hold myself up, hold my cock pulsing between her folds, giving her everything I have.
It lasts about two seconds before she's joining me, whispering my name into my shoulder with a curse, pussy gushing around my twitching cock.
The joint orgasm draws more cum out of me, makes the earth-shattering feeling drag on for longer.
She rides me through the aftershocks, tiny movements that prick at the most sensitive parts of her. I stay inside, cock refusing to soften as I soak up every bursting part of my mind, every fragment of me she's managed to shatter.
After what feels like forever she sighs into my shoulder, almost sleepy.
"You okay?" I ask, bringing a hand up to smooth across her back.
She nods, "I think so. Unless you've broken me."
I chuckle, breathless, "I promise you've destroyed me even more..."
And I mean it. I'll never put the pieces of my life before her back together again, and I don't want to.
She draws herself up out my shoulder and I notice just how tightly we're embraced.
We're glued together, legs a puzzle, hearts beating in sync.
Her face is flushed, sweaty, left with remnants of our connection.
My forehead drops to hers like I'm trying to soak it in further, embed this feeling in my skin forever.
"Ava..." I whisper.
I love you.
I should say it.
"Nolan..." She mimics with a pretty smile.
It's somehow more intimate than the sex.
My heart beats out of my fucking chest. I almost let the hardest feelings I've ever felt slip from my lips. Does she feel the same? Is she equally as enamoured by this?
A ringtone interrupts the silence.
"Shit," I groan, "Now, really?"
Ava laughs, soft and floaty, "It's your phone."
"Of course it is."
She looks over her shoulder, squinting to try and read the name flashing on my phone screen a little far away, "Uhhh...it's the car shop."
Oh fuck. What time is it?
Ava reads the flash of panic on my face, "Let me guess, you were supposed to pick your car up an hour ago?"
I nod, breathing out with another annoyed noise.
I know how they get, they overcharge for practically anything and inconveniencing them seems like an opportunity to do that.
I was supposed to get Alex's family garage friend discount but after the entire kissing incident that was out of the question.
"It's alright," Ava hums, "Just say you were busy and got caught up."
"Caught up fucking my girlfriend?"
She smiles, "Yes. Exactly."
I let her place a soft kiss on my lips, an end to this. I want to stay here forever, not run off and get my stupid car. But I have to rush, whether I like it or not. No car equals no ride to the funfair tonight.
"You should hurry up," Ava purrs.
"I am hurrying."
"You're still inside me..."
I glance down. I hadn't even noticed.
"You know how much I love being inside you."
She rolls her eyes, but playfully, placing a hand on my chest and going to push me away, "You're too horny, you know that?"
"I'm truthful," I counteract.
"And you're still sitting here like you have all the time in the world."
I reach forward and place a slower kiss on her lips, letting her control the rhythm with heavy eyelids. She slides off my cock slowly, glancing at me with admiration when we pull apart.
"I wish I did have all the time in the world with you"
Ava grabs a pillow and gently threatens to hit me, "Stop being cheesy and get up. You're going to be even later."
But the smile on her face is real.
It reminds me how I ended up falling in love with this girl all over again
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