Women Seeking Women #98

They'd been shooting all morning when the hem of her dress slipped off one shoulder. Her breasts rode half-exposed to the heat of the lamps, the tan under her sun line showing where she hadn't worn much of anything before. The cameraman never called cut. Miles traced two fingers down the soft, inner part of her bicep, nails catching the fine down, felt the tremor run up her spine. She tilted her chin, opened to his thumb like she wanted him to press harder. Cameras crept in but their close focus stayed locked on the wet line of her lower lip and the heaviness of her nipple when it darkened to a point. She parted her legs wider than the script called for, heels sliding on the lapped towel below. He followed the call. Moist lips eased around the girth of him with practiced ease, the slow drag of tongue studying every vein, tasting the salt that already leaked there. He cupped her skull, half guiding her, half begging to stay inside her mouth forever. When she swallowed, his breath jumped. He kept going, fucking her mouth in short strokes while the sound guy gawked openly. Then the director leaned in, paused everything, asked how far she wanted to go for the table read. She answered by rolling up, spine curving like a dancer's, and straddling him reverse on the trundle bed used for yesterday's wet scene. Every inch welcomed every inch, smooth muscles slick, tight around him before they'd even finished moving. They worked at each other, her hips slicing figure-eights, his thumbs biting peach-fat where thigh met ass. Wet sound punched up louder each beat. Lights shifted and sweat moved. She switched palms to the mattress for better angle, nipples brushing brushed cotton, the fabric rasping a tanline burn across her skin. She finished herself on three graceless, animal rolls, easing a soundless yell through clenched teeth. He followed a half-second later, pulse after molten pulse gliding where their bodies strained together. Then the slate clapped the scene closed, the red record light flickered to green, and the crew's chatter gathered in the place their silence had owned.