Chapter 11

I stood in my studio fiddling with my camera. My mouth was dry, despite how much water I drank. My heart pounded and my hands trembled, just enough that I worried about actually being able to take pictures.

Were we actually going to do this?

I couldn’t believe it. But of course we were.

I just ... never in a million years...

Katie came out from the changing room. She wore the same outfit as the night before—the silk robe over the stockings and heels. She didn’t walk as steady as she had then. Her nerves appeared to match my own.

“So...,” she asked. “How do you want to do this?”

I held up my camera. “Maybe some warm-up shots.”

“Perfect.”

We both relaxed a little.

We started with poses similar to what we’d done the night before. Her standing, then sitting, then lounging back on the chaise. We got into the rhythm, photographer and model, as she moved and I clicked away. Her top came off and I got a few of her pressing her breasts together with her arms. She playfully pinched one nipple to make it harden and I got the shot. We both grinned.

But some of the fun oozed away when she slid her g-string down. Once again, her lower lips were full, her clit peeking out. Of course, I was also as hard as a rock.

I took a deep breath. “Maybe you should kneel now.”

She nodded and did just that. She spread her legs slightly and let me look.

God, she was gorgeous. Yes, she looked like Caroline, but she was sexy in her own right. And, sober, I could easily spot the differences. For one, Katie’s hip points were different. For another, her clit extended more from its sheath.

Her garters lay flat, not twisted, so I didn’t have that excuse. With a deep breath, I stripped naked. I knelt behind her and put my hand on her ass. She shivered, and I slid it lower, until my fingers found her heat and moisture. I lightly ran the tips along her cleft, and then pushed one finger in.

She gasped, and didn’t stop me.

She was also soaked.

I pulled my finger out and shuffled forward until my cock head brushed against her. I took another deep breath—

“Stop.”

I froze as Katie scrambled away. She turned and sat on the edge of the chaise.

“Stop?” I repeated.

“I want to see it.” Her eyes flicked down at my erection. “I want to watch you enter me.”

“You do?”

“Mmm hmm.”

I took a deep breath. She shifted her hips forward to the edge of the chaise and I moved around until we had things lined up. She leaned back, her weight on her hands, as I nestled the tip of my dick against her opening. Then we both watched as I slowly pushed in.

I paused with only the crown of my dick inside her. Her heat was overwhelming. I could feel her heartbeat through her pussy. Her inner muscles pulsed around me. She breathed hard and I slowly thrust forward another half inch.

We both gasped. Her labia spread wide, forming an obscene frame around my thick shaft. I held still, and then I pushed forward again.

Katie groaned again.

My head swam. I swore I could feel every nerve in my dick, and every muscle in her pussy. I wanted to thrust hard—to pound her, to let go!—but I’d done that the night before.

This time was for Katie.

I eased deeper in. Then deeper once more. Katie didn’t look up until I was inside her as far as I could go.

“Wow,” she gasped.

“Yeah.”

“So...?”

“This one’s for you.”

She chuckled, and I felt the vibrations deep within her.

“I mean it.”

“Okay...” She trembled a bit, before catching her breath. “Then ... hard and fast?”

“I may not last long.”

“I won’t either.”

It was my turn to chuckle.

“Can you go twice?”

“With you? Yeah.”

“Then hard and fast.”

I looked down at where we joined, at my cock nestled between her spread pussy lips. It was obscene. It was hot as hell. I slowly eased out. Her juices coated my shaft.

“Please...”

I slammed forward as hard as I could. Katie squealed and arched her back. She clutched the chaise as I pulled out and thrust into her again. She whimpered and cried out as I did it a third time. Her body jerked with each stroke, and she shoved her hips back against me.

I was on fire. My eyes darted everywhere—the flush of her chest, the taut muscles in her neck. The way her breasts and nipples bounced. At the same time, every thrust sent waves of pleasure emanating from my cock and filling my body.

Katie clutched at me, trying to pull me closer, before she finally flopped completely back. She writhed as I continued to pump in and out. She raised her hands above her head, her eyes closed as she gasped and cried in pleasure.

I got a devilish idea. The angle was right.

I paused long enough to slide my thumb between us, against her clit. When I pressed, she shuddered. I started rubbing her and then thrust again, as hard as I could

Katie shrieked. She nearly bucked off the chaise.

I did it again, and she trembled, shook, and went stiff with a wordless cry. She seemed suspended in ecstasy. Then she gasped and let out a long moan as her orgasm passed.

It was too much. I thrust hard again and followed her into nirvana. I saw white and went dizzy as my cock pulsed. Waves of pleasure washed through me as I exploded inside her. When my knees wobbled, I collapsed forward.

We both gasped for breath, almost too weak to move. Finally, I gained enough strength to lift myself up so I could see her face.

She smiled back at me. “Wow.”

The chaise wasn’t really wide enough for two people to lay on it simultaneously, but we made it work. Katie was draped over me as much as she wasn’t. We held each other for a long time, me lightly stroking her back, her running her fingers up and down my chest. I loved the feel of her warm skin against mine. Maybe it was the afterglow, but I’d never felt closer to her. From the way she snuggled in, I sensed she felt the same.

After some time, Katie stirred against me. She didn’t lift her head from my shoulder, but she was ready to talk. I jumped in first.

“That was amazing.”

She chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Best sex I’d had in years,” I joked.

“Maybe ever. For me.”

“Oh?” I twisted my neck to look down at her, but she wasn’t looking up.

“Yeah.” She laughed lightly. “The best orgasm I’ve ever had—courtesy of my dad.”