Must Be Love: (Nicole and Ryan) (A Jetty Beach Romance Book 1) by Claire Kingsley
Authors: Claire Kingsley
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I adjust the sheet around her, leaving it to cascade down the side of her leg. Her ass is bare, save for the strip of thong; the lighting glints off her skin.
I move out of the way and Ryan takes a couple shots without saying anything. Joanne holds still, her posture rigid.
"Look at me," Ryan says, a sharp note of command in his voice. My eyes immediately dart to him. Joanne turns her neck and he snaps a few more pictures.
"Imagine a hand sliding up your back," Ryan says. He moves while he talks, finding a new angle. "It's strong and warm. It runs up to your neck, fingers brushing through your hair." Joanne's head drifts back. "The hand runs down, caressing your silky soft skin. The fingers trail down your backside and slip between your thighs."
I swallow hard, heat building between my legs. Joanne sucks in a breath and arches her back. Something in her posture changes. Her shoulders relax and her ass tilts back, giving her a sensual silhouette.
Ryan has a look of triumph on his face. "Take your hand and run it up and down your body. Perfect. Lean your head back and let your hair cascade down your back. Two hands are on you now. They grip your hips. You want this. You want him to come in behind you and press himself against you. Look at me. Fingers tease between your thighs, running between the soft folds. Gentle pressure in just the right spot. It sends a thrill through you, a burst of pleasure."
Oh my god.
He moves in again and adjusts the sheet, then backs away a few steps. He talks faster. "Run your hand down your stomach. Stop. Look at me. You do what I say, you hear me, Joanne?"
She gives a feeble nod.
"Let the sheet drop and hold your breasts. They feel good in your hands. His hands are on you too, touching, caressing. Your skin tingles everywhere. He slips his fingers inside you. He knows how to touch you, moving in and out, circling, curling. He rubs his thumb on your clit and you can barely stand it. You want more. You want him inside you."
Fucking hell. My heart races and my skin is on fire.
"This is amazing, Joanne," he says. "Look at me over your other shoulder. You're beautiful like this."
She is. The mousy, anxious woman is gone and in her place is a gorgeous, sexual being. She doesn’t have a model's body, but Ryan seems to know how to get her to move to accent every curve and show her from the best angle. Her body is relaxed, yet alive. Ryan continues shooting, moving in to adjust a detail, then moving out again to take more photos.
He stands and looks down at his camera again. "These are incredible. I think we have everything we need."
Joanne seems to melt. She looks around for the sheet, as if she suddenly realizes she’s almost naked. I rush in and help her pull the sheet around her.
She blinks, as if coming out of a trance. Her lips turn up in a slow smile. "I did it?"
Ryan comes closer. "You were unbelievable, Joanne."
He catches my eye and holds my gaze. My panties are drenched, my pussy so hot I can hardly stand it. The memory of his words washes over me.
Joanne stands, holding the sheet around herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"There's no need to apologize," Ryan says. "This was absolutely perfect."
She goes back behind the screen to change. I keep my eyes on the ground. I don’t dare look up at Ryan. The back of my neck burns with his gaze, but I know if I meet his eyes, I won’t be able to control myself. I've never felt anything like this in my entire life—this burning need. It consumes me.
"Wait here," Ryan says, in that same soft, soothing voice he's been using. I don’t dream of disobeying him. His voice is my world, my reality. I wait, breathing hard.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to finish up with Joanne. I wait for her to dress, give her a bottled water, and explain when she can expect to hear from me regarding the finished photos. My dick feels like it’s going to burst. Concentration is almost impossible, and I stumble over my
I move out of the way and Ryan takes a couple shots without saying anything. Joanne holds still, her posture rigid.
"Look at me," Ryan says, a sharp note of command in his voice. My eyes immediately dart to him. Joanne turns her neck and he snaps a few more pictures.
"Imagine a hand sliding up your back," Ryan says. He moves while he talks, finding a new angle. "It's strong and warm. It runs up to your neck, fingers brushing through your hair." Joanne's head drifts back. "The hand runs down, caressing your silky soft skin. The fingers trail down your backside and slip between your thighs."
I swallow hard, heat building between my legs. Joanne sucks in a breath and arches her back. Something in her posture changes. Her shoulders relax and her ass tilts back, giving her a sensual silhouette.
Ryan has a look of triumph on his face. "Take your hand and run it up and down your body. Perfect. Lean your head back and let your hair cascade down your back. Two hands are on you now. They grip your hips. You want this. You want him to come in behind you and press himself against you. Look at me. Fingers tease between your thighs, running between the soft folds. Gentle pressure in just the right spot. It sends a thrill through you, a burst of pleasure."
Oh my god.
He moves in again and adjusts the sheet, then backs away a few steps. He talks faster. "Run your hand down your stomach. Stop. Look at me. You do what I say, you hear me, Joanne?"
She gives a feeble nod.
"Let the sheet drop and hold your breasts. They feel good in your hands. His hands are on you too, touching, caressing. Your skin tingles everywhere. He slips his fingers inside you. He knows how to touch you, moving in and out, circling, curling. He rubs his thumb on your clit and you can barely stand it. You want more. You want him inside you."
Fucking hell. My heart races and my skin is on fire.
"This is amazing, Joanne," he says. "Look at me over your other shoulder. You're beautiful like this."
She is. The mousy, anxious woman is gone and in her place is a gorgeous, sexual being. She doesn’t have a model's body, but Ryan seems to know how to get her to move to accent every curve and show her from the best angle. Her body is relaxed, yet alive. Ryan continues shooting, moving in to adjust a detail, then moving out again to take more photos.
He stands and looks down at his camera again. "These are incredible. I think we have everything we need."
Joanne seems to melt. She looks around for the sheet, as if she suddenly realizes she’s almost naked. I rush in and help her pull the sheet around her.
She blinks, as if coming out of a trance. Her lips turn up in a slow smile. "I did it?"
Ryan comes closer. "You were unbelievable, Joanne."
He catches my eye and holds my gaze. My panties are drenched, my pussy so hot I can hardly stand it. The memory of his words washes over me.
Joanne stands, holding the sheet around herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."
"There's no need to apologize," Ryan says. "This was absolutely perfect."
She goes back behind the screen to change. I keep my eyes on the ground. I don’t dare look up at Ryan. The back of my neck burns with his gaze, but I know if I meet his eyes, I won’t be able to control myself. I've never felt anything like this in my entire life—this burning need. It consumes me.
"Wait here," Ryan says, in that same soft, soothing voice he's been using. I don’t dream of disobeying him. His voice is my world, my reality. I wait, breathing hard.
It takes every ounce of self-control I have to finish up with Joanne. I wait for her to dress, give her a bottled water, and explain when she can expect to hear from me regarding the finished photos. My dick feels like it’s going to burst. Concentration is almost impossible, and I stumble over my
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