Spencer tried to pull back further when Ashley’s fingers tightened in her hair, keeping her in place. Spencer’s voice was breathy as she spoke, “Don’t…”

Still looking into beautiful dark blue eyes Ashley touched their lips again, whispering, “Let me,” Spencer’s panting breath wavered some at the request and she tried to pull away from the moist mouth again, but Ashley held her and she was asking again. Her whisper was passionate, “Let me,” her lips were so close now that Ashley didn’t wait for an answer and closed her eyes, captured Spencer.

Ashley moaned as her mouth finally took claim of Spencer’s. Ashley was still slow and gentle with the kiss, but she made sure this was much firmer than the ones she showered along Spencer’s throat. Ashley worked their lips first, kissing with mouths only slightly parted. She took Spencer’s bottom lip between the two of her kissing with gentle suction. Kissing as though she was savoring a delectable dessert. When her lips fell away she was quick to claim the entire mouth again.

Spencer fisted the bed sheets on either side of Ashley as she felt a hot tongue slicking at the place where her lips met. Spencer knew it would be pointless to resist so with a sigh she parted her lips and let Ashley enter her. Once inside Ashley tasted every reachable inch of Spencer’s warm wet mouth, touching the tips of their tongues last. Spencer’s body let out another tremble as their tongues joined and Ashley began an erotic stroking that mimicked the act of love making.

Spencer’s body heat was rising and she felt as though she was going to pass out from the temperature and the sheer joy of being taken so fully. Never in her life had Spencer experienced a kiss so all consuming and arousing. Never, Spencer realized then, that she had surrendered.

Ashley pulled away some, breaking the kiss momentarily to whisper, “Ready?”

Spencer panted back, “What?”

“Your picture,” Ashley was giving little pecks in between words, “You’ll only have one shot.”

Spencer gave a quick nod before breaking the kiss and sitting upright. Throwing the camera to the front of her face she snapped the photo before she truly had a chance to view her model. When Spencer, still panting, finally focused on Ashley she dropped her arm to the side and took in the sight.

Ashley was bathed in moonlight, a light sheen of sweat seeming to glisten on her torso. Every inch of smooth muscle of her stomach where defined by the contrast the light and dark made. She was panting as well, eyes heavy lidded and lips parted. The widest streak of luminance was directed across her eyes, brightening the brown making what little that showed shine and sparkle. Ashley’s dark-brown hair was spread wild around her head with a few stray locks sweeping across her forehead and sticking to her cheeks.

Spencer couldn’t help herself, “Beautiful,” it was barely a whisper. Ashley did not hear the word.

Ashley reached up taking hold of the back of Spencer’s neck and sitting up took possession of her lips again. Spencer closed her eyes starting to fall back into the kiss, but pulled away not too soon after the kiss had begun.

Spencer whispered against Ashley’s lips, “I already have my picture.”

Ashley licked her lips, her eyes giving away her annoyance, “So it would seem,” she dropped her arm with a deep sigh.

Spencer removed herself from Ashley’s lap, sliding off the bed to stand beside it. She looked down and saw that Ashley had placed her palms behind her on the bed and was leaning back looking up at her ceiling. Her face was unreadable and for some reason that made Spencer sad.

Spencer felt as though she should say something, “Thank you for posing for me.”

Ashley snapped her head around and looked at Spencer with angry eyes, “No problem,” Ashley narrowed her eyes and her expression had darkened to the point that Spencer actually stepped back, “but not everything is about your damn pictures.”