Touch of the Camera (4 page)

Our bodies moved together, getting closer until our thighs touched. I swore I could feel his cock pressing into my lower stomach. I responded, goose bumps rolling over my skin. I shuddered and blushed.
Please don’t let Shang see through me. Please, please, please!

To break the intimacy and the growing desire inside me, I parted from Shang and threw my hands above my head. Placing my feet apart, one in front of the other, I did the only fancy dance I knew—the flamenco. It’s a wild dance from southern Spain, kind of like salsa dancing in Mexico. I began moving my feet and arms, spinning my body and giving as much attitude as I could. It would have been more effective if I’d had the gown with ruffles on the bottom like I had in Spain, but my feathered skirt would have to do. Shang stood back, arms over his chest, smiling as I moved.

The band picked up their pace to match my dance. I spun, stomped and stretched, hoping I wouldn’t fall on my face. Vaguely, I could see a dozen or so eyes on me.
Fabulous. Nothing like having an audience
. The music sped up and people started clapping to the beat. To my surprise, it motivated me to give it my all. I moved even faster, and Shang laughed as I flashed him an inviting glance. I stomped one last time and struck a pose.

As the room filled with claps and a few “woo-hoos!” I began to blush and immediately returned to my bashful self. Sure, I’d known I was being watched, but in the heat of the dance it hadn’t bothered me. Now it hit and I hid in Shang’s arms. He pulled me close, chuckling as my blushing took over.

I felt warm, soft lips against my temple and my gaze flew to Shang. He looked down at me with dangerously sexy intensity. I almost exploded in need.

“Let’s get out of here,” Shang whispered.

I nodded then walked over to grab my purse. Shang threw money down on the table before we left, people complimenting me as we passed.

In the car Shang took my hand. His calloused palm didn’t feel as rough as I remembered it He tightened his grasp on me and heat engulfed my being. My heart began beating hard in my chest. Shang squeezed my hand in more of a reassuring gesture. Then I realised we were not heading to my house. My eyes widened and a part of me started freaking out internally, screaming a prayer that we were going to Shang’s.

We pulled up in front of a motel fifteen minutes later.
Really? A motel? Could it get more cliché?

“Sorry, I’ve lived here for a few weeks and will until I set down roots,” Shang explained. “I’m not going to turn you into some motel whore.” He laughed, a bit nervously.

I nodded, wondering if he had good intentions. I couldn’t deny my own feelings for him, and judging by his cock pressing into me back at the restaurant, he had feelings for me. There had been the hallway at the photo shoot, which made me need him more than I’d ever needed anyone. I’d never thought I’d have sex on a first date, but the idea of being with Shang was making me consider it.

We stopped in front of a room. Shang got out then came over and helped me out of his Jeep. He took my hand and led me inside.

The décor was simple enough—a small table was close to the door and seated two. Next to it was a bed with forest green blankets and big, fluffy pillows. On the nightstand were a laptop and a camera. I noticed a portfolio, rather thick, sitting by the TV stand. The opposite side of the room had a sink with the usual commodities—like a coffee pot and hair dryer. What sent me for a loop was a massive Keurig coffee maker in the corner, coffee packet tower and all.

Shang walked over to it and grabbed two mugs. “I thought we could have some coffee and talk, get to know each other.” He pressed the machine on. “Sit down.” He gestured to the table.

I sat and kicked my heels off. Shang glanced over at me while he knelt in front of the Keurig. My leg started shaking and I realised I was overly nervous.
Coffee? Really? That’s his excuse for getting me here?
I may not be overly experienced, but I wasn’t oblivious to men and their thinking. We had a connection. I was game to see where that went.

Shang read my expression and came to stand before me. He held out his hand and I slid mine into it. He kissed my wrist, sending every nerve ending in my core to its maximum. I looked up into his eyes and instantly saw the desire, the need in them.

Shang took my chin in his hand, holding my gaze to his. He licked his lips slightly and drew closer to me. Our lips met and I was flooded with that same passion we’d had at the shoot. His warm breath flowed across my cheeks and I couldn’t help but wrap my hands in his hair.

At first the kiss was slow, teasing, inviting me in, but as we connected, the hunger took over. I wanted to feel his body against my own. I wanted to feel his hands running along my thighs, gripping my hair, unzipping my dress. Shang used his mouth to part mine and slid his tongue in. All the hairs stood up on the back of my neck as he caressed my tongue, licking and massaging. I tightened my grip in his hair, forcing him closer. I heard a rumble of laughter deep in his throat. It travelled to my core where it vibrated, sending me close to the edge.

Shang grabbed my leg, hiking it over his hips. As our kiss deepened, he slid my dress up over my thighs, kneading my flesh. I moaned against Shang. He broke our kiss as we both gasped for air. He trailed his mouth down my jaw line and to the hollow of my throat. Some of his kisses were light, like a feather brushing me. He nipped my skin and I whispered his name. My panties, which I was sure were soaked, pressed against his concrete-hard cock.

Shang took my other leg in his hand and wrapped it around his body. I was at his mercy and loving it. How his desire seemed to flow into me with each nip… I wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer if he kept this up.

Shang carried me to the bed. When we reached it, he tossed me down. I bounced a few times and giggled. Shang’s own playfulness glowed in his eyes as he sauntered onto the bed. I sat up, daring him to come and get me. Shang moved behind me. He unzipped my dress and slid the sleeves down.

I tilted my head back as Shang ran his hands over the muscles in my shoulders. He pressed his palms against my skin, pushing deep into the tension I didn’t know I had been holding. He worked his hands over my skin and I was ready to orgasm with the deep touch Shang gave me. So gentle, but rough at the same time, relaxing me. I looked up at the ceiling as Shang moved his palms over my neck. I gasped as he nipped at my jaw. Reaching behind me, he slithered his arm up my back, pressing me closer to him. He licked the side of my neck and I shuddered.

I could tell Shang wanted this to be all about me, which was perfectly fine. He dug his fingers into my skin, forcing the desire to leave me. I closed my eyes and felt every one of his touches. For a man that worked in the wild, he was quite gentle. His hands, rough yet somehow smooth, did exactly as I’d dreamt they would. I was alone with Shang and his hands.

Shang released his hand but left two fingers, which he trailed over the base of my neck. Another shiver ran through me. Goose bumps covered my body. A moan escaped my lips and I flushed, not knowing how badly I needed this. Pampering wasn’t something a model received daily, and usually not from the sexy photographer. Who was I to push that away?

Shang moved down to my feet. I lay back and sighed, trying to keep myself as calm as possible. Not exactly the easiest thing to do. Since I had already kicked off my heels, Shang took my foot in his hands and kissed each toe before moving up my leg. I threw my head back on the pillow as my body began to tremble, shivering as he reached my knees and continued farther up. My skirt, which was high on my thighs but still covering my panties, stopped Shang. He glanced up at me, his eyes dancing, then buried his face in-between my legs.

Hot breath skimmed the insides of my thighs. The room started spinning, consuming me with such a strong desire I’d never felt before. I bit my lip almost to the point of bleeding as Shang lifted my hips and pulled my panties down. He brushed his hand over my bare folds, freshly waxed for the sexy shoot. He stopped, cupping me. Shang appeared from under my skirt, wearing a smirk like an evil villain. He was so rebellious, toying with me like that. Why wouldn’t he just give me what I wanted? Why wouldn’t he strip me down and fuck me senseless?

Shang slipped a finger inside me. The feeling was alleviated for all of two seconds before he started moving slowly in and out. I slid my hand into Shang’s hair, holding onto fistfuls as he thrust his digit in deeper, harder. I closed my eyes and allowed my senses to take over. I could smell my own arousal, the sweet yet tangy scent. Shang’s hair was unbelievably soft in my hands. Moans came from deep in my throat as Shang inserted a second finger.

I gasped, taking in as much air as my lungs allowed. My breath came in short, tight inhalations. Clenching my thighs together, I helped Shang put as much pressure as possible on my clit. My body trembled as my hunger grew. The ache, which had started so small, grew with each passing second, beating like a drum inside me. As he moved his hand fiercely, he stroked my inside wall, touching that spot that had been neglected for too long. My own hands were pushing deep into the mattress as the ache overtook me. I couldn’t think, could barely breathe. I was on the edge as a shiver ran over my body. Shang laughed, his breath caressing my inner thighs. I threw my head back against the pillow as my first orgasm came to the surface. I cried out, closing my legs together and riding Shang’s hand.

That was fun, but nothing would have satisfied me until his cock was inside me.

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice small.

Shang’s eyes seemed to brighten as he pulled his fingers free of me. He unbuckled his pants and slid them down his legs. When his cock was out, I took in the sight. Long, thick and full. A thatch of black hair covered the base. When he pulled his shirt over his head, I discovered how cut each one of his abs were, like carvings. He had that oh so sexy V-shape, drawing my attention even more to his deliciousness. He reached into the nightstand and grabbed a condom then rolled it over himself and threw the wrapper in the trash nearby. Shang pulled my skirt up to my stomach, positioned himself between my legs as he took my mouth with his again.

If I’d thought the hunger was insatiable before, what would I call it now? Shang’s mouth was on mine, devouring my senses with his dirty tricks of the tongue. He changed his tactics so much I couldn’t keep up, but did I want to? Or just let him take me away?

I was lost with Shang’s mouth until I felt a hard pressure and he filled my pussy with every inch of him. I broke our kiss to cry out, finally relaxing as I got what I’d so badly needed. Shang didn’t allow my body any time to adjust as his own hunger overtook him. He moved slowly but within a moment he sped up. Somehow, with each thrust, he went farther, deeper, filling more of me. I dug my nails into his back, tilting my head into the crook of his shoulder, and rode with the building pleasure engulfing me. No words could have expressed how amazing it felt to have Shang inside me.

Shang began grunting in my ear, saying something I believe was Chinese. I had always thought it would be a turn-off for a man to start talking in a foreign language, but it actually caused my pussy to clasp onto him more. As I did, Shang grunted and pushed everything into me.

I ran my hands over his sweat-covered back, absorbing the silkiness of his skin beneath my palms. A crash of power rocketed through me and I was jolted from my thoughts, drenched in sensations all over my body. It built, taking me to the highest point I could have stood. My lips quivered against Shang’s shoulder and I kneaded my hands into his skin. Shang grunted louder and I screamed into him, reaching the point, shattering the ache like a piece of glass.

As I began to come down, Shang pressed his forehead to mine and shook, almost violently, before he collapsed on top of me.

We both lay for a few minutes catching our breath. When I finally had mine, I brushed Shang’s hair back from his face and kissed his temple. He chuckled and removed himself from me. I watched as he wrapped his condom in a tissue then threw it away. Then he gathered me in his arms, kissing beads of sweat from my face.

“You know, I really didn’t mean to bring you here just for this,” he said in a dull whisper.

I laughed, filled with sarcasm.

He looked down at me as I lay on his chest. “No, really. I wanted to bring you here, have some coffee, and get to know one another. After all, we do have that debut next week.”

I sighed. “For a minute I’d almost forgotten about that.”
The Dante collection
. I knew I had to dress in a thigh-high skirt, or one with a slit of equal height, which was fine for pictures. After all, it was flattering knowing college men were hanging your ad on their walls. But in person? I still got butterflies thinking about it.

Shang stood in all his naked glory and walked over to the Keurig. I watched as his ass, perfectly carved, headed across the room. He knelt and placed a mug under the machine. After a couple of minutes he returned to me, mug in hand. I sat up, wrapping the bed comforter around me, and took it. Judging by the smell, which was very intoxicating, it was hot chocolate, possibly dark.

Shang took his seat next to me, inhaled the scent of his coffee then took a sip. He moaned to himself. I giggled and took a drink of my own. Yes, it was dark hot chocolate.

Shang eyed me. “Never had fancy coffee before?”

I shook my head. “Nope. Can’t say that I have.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call this fancy, but better than the gas station stuff.”

I smiled then yawned. It was late, well, for me. I was used to going to bed by ten p.m. and it was easily midnight. I set my mug on the nightstand and curled up on the pillow. I needed ten minutes of rest then I’d be good to go. Just a few minutes…

I was startled when Shang draped the comforter over me. I looked up as he brushed my hair away from my face. “I’ll get up in a few. I just need a couple—”

Shang interrupted, “Shh. Take what you need. No rush.”

I nodded and drifted off, feeling his warm arms wrap around me.