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  “Lotus position,” I heard her say, which didn’t make any sense. But she explained herself as usual and before I knew it, Kurt was sitting up in the middle of the bed and I was straddling his lap with my legs wrapped around his waist. The heat of his erection branded my belly and when I looked down, I could see pearly drops of precum beading at the head of his thick cock.

  Kurt saw where my eyes were directed and his tan face got a little red. “Sorry, Mel, I can’t seem to help it. Not with you so close and so…”

  “So naked,” I finished for him. “That’s okay, Kurt. It’s…kind of flattering, in a way.”

  He looked relieved. “Glad you see it that way.”

  “It makes for a better shoot anyway,” I said, smiling at him. “After all, you want the reader to think we’re actually about to…to act on some of these positions. That wouldn’t be possible if you weren’t…uh, ready.”

  “More than ready,” he growled, and I thought he was going to kiss me again, which I had no problem with, but Lisa interrupted us again.

  “Closer.” She motioned with her hands. “Come on ‑‑ I want the reader to believe he’s really inside you, Mel. There’s no way that’s possible with you sitting so far away.”

  I had thought I was already pretty close, but I did my best to please her. Wrapping my arms around Kurt’s neck, I slid forward until my breasts pressed against him, my nipples rubbing against his hard chest. But what made us both gasp was what happened below ‑‑ when I pressed so close to him, the pose we were holding very nearly became a reality.

  It probably wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t been so wet, but there was nothing I could do about that. As I pressed forward, my pussy lips parted, and the thick shaft of Kurt’s cock slid into position between them, inside my slippery folds. He wasn’t in the right area to actually enter me ‑‑ the plum-shaped head of his cock was at the top of my slit, pointing at my belly button. But his thick length was rubbing against my sensitive clit, and my pussy lips were wrapped around him in an intimate embrace I had never intended.

  We both froze and I began to pull back, but then Lisa was there with her camera saying, “Good, excellent, exactly what I need,” and clicking away. I had a hard time meeting Kurt’s eyes as shame and desire warred inside me. This was so much worse than having his fingers inside me. We were very nearly fucking ‑‑ it was by far the most realistic pose we had been in yet.

  Kurt spoke first. “You’re so wet,” he murmured in my ear as I hung on to him for dear life, trying not to notice how good it felt to have my pussy opened by his hard shaft. “So wet and so hot.”

  “What do you expect?” I snapped, totally embarrassed now. “After the way you were kissing me and…and touching me earlier?”

  He didn’t seem offended by my irritable tone. “So you liked it when I fingered your pussy?” he murmured. “Did it turn you on, Mel? Did it make you hot when I stroked your clit and put my fingers in your cunt?”

  My heart was jackhammering again as I fought keep control of myself. My breath kept wanting to come in short little pants, like I was running a race uphill. It was all I could do to keep my voice low and even when I answered. “We had to get the best shot,” I said, not looking at him and deliberately ducking the question. “She wanted to get a picture of you…touching me, so you had to touch me. That was all.”

  “But you liked the way it felt when I fingered you? It made you wet ‑‑ right?” he persisted.

  “What do you think?” I demanded. Deliberately, I raised and then lowered myself so that his shaft and the broad head of his cock slid over my slippery folds and the throbbing bud of my clit. Kurt and I both groaned at the extra stimulation, and I knew his shaft was probably coated with my pussy honey by now.

  It was a single motion to prove a point, but Lisa noticed it at once. “That’s good,” she said excitedly, still snapping away. “Do that some more ‑‑ act like you’re riding him, Mel. Kurt, put your hands on her waist and help her move ‑‑ both of you get into it.”

  What could I do? I braced my hands on Kurt’s broad shoulders and began to slide up and down. I’m sure from her perspective it looked like he was actually inside me, like we were actually fucking, and even though we weren’t, it was still almost more than I could bear. The friction of his shaft against my clit was delicious, and I could feel the pleasure building inside me again as I bounced on his lap. But once again Lisa intervened.

  “Slower now,” she directed. “Long, slow strokes. This can be almost tantric ‑‑ if you do it right, you can make it last for hours. Slow it down.”

  We did as she asked, Kurt raising and lowering me against his shaft as though I was light as a feather. He moved slowly, with a controlled intensity that made me wonder what it would be like if we ever really did make love. I knew it was wrong to think like that, but when he looked at me with the burning need in his deep blue eyes I couldn’t seem to think of anything else. More than once the head of his cock came dangerously near the entrance of my pussy. Once, I thought I felt just the very tip of it enter me, but Kurt pulled back quickly. Still, I knew he was coating the inside of my pussy with his precum and I was glad I was on the Pill.

  “I love to feel you wrapped around me like this,” he murmured as he glided over me. “Love to feel how hot and wet your pussy gets when we touch.”

  “I can’t help it,” I whispered back, biting my lip. “I mean, you’ve got me all spread open and…and you’re rubbing against me. Of course it makes me wet. The same way it makes you hard.”

  “You make me hard anytime I’m around you, Mel,” he murmured. “And we don’t have to be doing this for it to happen. Although it certainly helps.” He captured my lips again for a long, slow, sensual kiss as we continued to move. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea, since Lisa hadn’t asked us to kiss, but since she didn’t object, I reasoned with myself that it probably made a much better picture and we should just go on.

  Just as I was thinking that he tasted delicious ‑‑ kind of like salty cinnamon, Kurt moved from my lips to the side of my neck. He lapped and sucked at the sensitive skin, making me groan helplessly. From there, he moved down to my nipples. Ducking his head, he caught one of my tight buds between his lips and began to suck and nip gently, sending sparks of pain and pleasure through my entire body.

  I threw back my head and pressed my chest forward, offering him easier access. It felt so good I couldn’t think; all I could do was feel. And there was so much to feel, his hot mouth on my sensitive flesh, his hard, naked body pressed against my own, and his naked shaft stroking over my clit until I thought I was going to go crazy with need.

  “That’s good, Kurt,” I heard Lisa say through the haze of passion that was clouding my brain. “Play with her breasts, make the most of that face-to-face contact.”

  Kurt moved to my other nipple, lapping gently at first and then sucking fiercely, making me gasp and moan. And the entire time he continued to raise and lower my hips so my open pussy kept gliding over his cock. The slow, sensuous movements were a different kind of torture from the faster ride I’d had earlier. Kurt’s actions were so deliberate and purposeful that I had nothing to do but hang on to his shoulders while he fake-fucked me. Nothing to do but wonder what it would feel like to have that thick shaft inside me for real.

  At last, just as I was reaching the edge, Lisa called a halt again. I was beginning to wonder if she had a sixth sense about when someone was about to come, and the unresolved sexual tension inside me was getting to be too much to bear.

  “Okay, you two, just a couple more before the break,” she said. “Classic missionary first.”

  I couldn’t believe she’d actually named another position I knew. Feeling vulnerable all over again, I lay down on my back and beckoned for Kurt to lie on top of me. He didn’t hesitate for an instant, and as his big body settled on top of mine, I experienced a strange feeling of rightness, almost as though we were coming home in some way. It just felt so good to wrap my arms and