Scarlet Smith - Spice

She sat still, on the silk, as he moved closer to her. With a delicate hand he brushed powder over her face. He found blusher and swept it across her cheeks. He was so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face. The touch of his hand doing something so intimate but non-sexual was arousing her. When he touched her lips she quivered and had to stifle a moan. Having to restrain herself from just reaching out to him was making her ache.

‘You need colour.’

Jess only nodded because her mouth was too dry.

Max brushed a dark-pink gloss across her lips. She immediately licked them, desperate for him to kiss her.

‘Better.’ He nodded approval and, stepping back, took some more snaps. ‘You have beautiful skin.’

Jess smiled at him and then lowered her eyes. She was blushing.

‘I need to do whole-body shots now,’ Max said. ‘Can you lie across the sheet? Lie back on the sofa?’

Jess nodded and sat on the sofa and then lay back slightly. She felt stiff and unsure.

‘Let me help you.’ Max straightened her legs so they looked longer. He pulled at her hair, loosened her bun and fanned the hair across the silk. That slight touch of his fingers brushing her neck was like a jolt of electricity.

Max picked up his camera and took a few more shots. ‘I need to sort your hair.’ He leaned in close enough for her to feel his breath on her face and smell his aftershave. ‘I need to see more of you,’ Max said. ‘How’d you feel about taking your clothes off, or wearing your underwear, like a bikini?’

Jess shook her head. ‘I don’t know.’

Max grinned and traced his finger across her cheek. ‘You’d look like one of those models in your magazines.’

‘I don’t know if I … fill a bikini.’ Jess’s voice was an embarrassed whisper.

Max smiled and stood in front of her. He held out a hand. ‘Let me be the judge of that.’ Jess stood and Max started unbuttoning her blouse. This is so sexy, she thought.

Max took a deep breath as he looked at Jess in her bra, then stepped back, though she was sure he was desperate to touch her. As he fiddled with his glasses she looked at his groin and could see his erection straining through his jeans. The feeling of power, of making him stiff, was delightful.

‘Take your skirt off,’ Max instructed her, his eyes on the camera, as though looking at her but not touching her was too much for his self-control.

Jess stood in her underwear, more confident now.

‘Lie back down.’ Max started clicking away again.

Jess posed this way and that. ‘Am I doing OK?’ she asked.

Max cleared his throat, ‘Absolutely, sweetheart. Absolutely. Could you, um, just lower one hand, have it resting on your thigh, and maybe place the other just above your, um, your breast?’

Jess moved her hands slowly across her creamy skin, watching him through lowered lashes. She ran one hand down her leg and back up to her thigh. The other she placed just above the material of her bra.

Max took some more pictures. She could hear his breathing getting heavier. ‘So, if you’re over sixteen, I don’t need your mother’s permission for these shots …’

Jess smiled and let the hand on her thigh creep a little higher. ‘I’m eighteen,’ she answered, watching his reaction.

Max grinned and then returned his attention to the camera. ‘Maybe a little more racy, then?’

Jess nodded. ‘What do you want me to do?’

Max moved across to her. He took the hand that was on her breast and raised it. ‘How do you feel about actually cupping one of your, um, breasts, maybe looking like you’re enjoying a quiet moment, imagining a lover …?’

Jess nodded and rubbed herself through her bra.

Max stood up and held the camera again. ‘Maybe slip a finger under the material …?’ His voice was thick.

Jess nodded and did as she was told. She was enjoying the feeling of Max being in charge, but she also knew that, by doing what he said, she had the power to turn him on.

‘Maybe let your other hand wander higher,’ Max suggested, still snapping away.

Jess closed her eyes and ran her fingers up her thigh to her knickers.

‘Maybe caress yourself through the material, or, if you’re comfortable, under the material.’

Jess ran her hand across her knickers and then slipped a finger under the elastic, inside herself.

Max was still clicking, his voice low and hoarse now, the desire evident on his face. ‘You really are quite grown up, aren’t you?’

Jess nodded, licking her lips, enjoying the buzz as she watched Max watch her. She had one hand under her bra teasing a nipple and the other rubbing at her slickness.

‘How do you feel about taking your bra off?’ Max asked, desperate to touch her but stopping himself.

Jess shrugged. ‘No one’s ever seen me topless before,’ she said, still playing the role of the innocent, despite the way she was touching herself.

Max licked his lips. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’

Jess reached around and undid her bra, smiling when Max’s mouth went slack as he watched her breasts tumble out, her nipples erect.

‘Wow’ was all he could say, and his actions were clumsy as he pointed and clicked the camera. ‘Can you touch them?’ His voice was full of anticipation.

Jess smiled. She was enjoying this and getting so turned on. She rolled her nipples in her fingers and massaged her breasts.

Max clicked as Jess played with herself.

‘Would you be happy to take off your knickers?’ Max’s voice was practically a growl.

Jess nodded, delicately lifted her bottom from the silk and slipped her knickers off, keeping her legs together.

Max snapped away.

‘Can you …’ Max took a deep breath. ‘Touch yourself?’

Jess nodded and, keeping her eyes lowered, moved a hand down over her stomach and onto her pubic hair.

‘Now open your legs. Show me how pretty you are down there.’

Jess did so, enjoying the sensation of the silk sheet brushing her skin. Their eyes locked. Jess could feel how much Max wanted to fuck her, and Max could feel how much she wanted to fuck him. This waiting game was excruciating.

Max aimed his camera downwards, at her open legs. ‘You’re wet.’

Jess wanted to laugh; she was practically dribbling.

‘Can you touch yourself again?’

Jess slipped two fingers inside her sex.

Max moved closer, loomed above her with his camera, breathing heavily. ‘Can I kiss you down there?’ Max asked, putting the camera on the floor. ‘Can I taste you?’

Jess was pretty sure she would come straightaway if he did. ‘I’ve never been with a man before.’

Max cleared his throat. ‘Sweetheart, I promise I’ll be gentle with you.’

Jess opened her legs wider. Max lowered his head and placed his cheek on her pubes. She could feel his breath on her. Softly and gently, restraining himself, he poked out his tongue and licked her clit. Just once, just softly.

Jess moaned.

‘You like that?’ Max asked, clearly wanting to devour her but stopping himself. Jess nodded again. Max leaned down and licked her again, softly, barely touching her.

Jess groaned and arched herself up to him.

‘Mm, you do like that.’ He smiled and kissed her clit, smothering it in tiny kisses, darting his tongue in and out, making her squirm. He reached under and held on to her backside, then lifted her to his mouth. He began licking her harder, lapping at her and slipping his tongue inside her.

Jess knew she was about to come and so did Max. As she started bucking under his mouth, he supped on her juices until she thought she might pass out.

Max grinned and raised his head. ‘You’ll make a beautiful model, Jessie. Can I make love to you? Can I be the first one?’