When I said Samantha, there was a moment when Janie looked at me, and I thought she was going to give me away.
But she’s respecting my right to use a fake name.
“However you want,” she says, leaning down to adjust something on the camera. “Whatever feels natural.”
“Alright then.”
My whole world spins when Kaleb puts his arm around my shoulder, hugging me close to him. I feel like I’m going to melt through his shirt into his muscular burning body. He feels so hard against me, just like I always knew he would, every inch of him carved to sizzling perfection.
“Is that okay, Samantha?” Janie says.
I nod. “Y-yes,” I murmur, voice shivering with my withheld lust. “I… It’s fine. It’s good.”
I was going to say I like it.
But I love it would be more accurate.
Or I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole freaking life.
But what the heck is he going to do if he ever finds out the truth?
I want to kiss him again. It was so much easier not to think then.
“Okay. I’ll take a few photos. Smile. Stare. Look at each other. Whatever you want.”
“Look at me, Samantha,” Kaleb says, a note of gruff command in his voice.
I turn at his feral tone, staring up into his blazing blue eyes. He consumes me with his gaze, as though he’s been waiting to hold me as long as I’ve been dreaming about him holding me.
But he isn’t holding Kelly. He’s holding Samantha.
Janie takes photo after photo, changing angles, moving here and there, but I’m hardly aware of her. All I can do is stare up at Kaleb especially when he loses his shirt and I lose my cardigan. I tell myself over and over again to savor this because this is the only closeness we’re ever going to share.
When he learns the truth…
I push it all down, burying it deep, willing myself to live in the moment.
He moves closer and I can feel his breath on my face, tempting me to kiss him again.
But something tells me he won’t kiss me in front of Janie.
I’m relieved.
I felt how difficult it was for him to stop last time, how his hands made scorching paths over my ass.
Next, he pulls me to his naked chest and holds me there like a delicate flower he could crush if he holds me too tight. I know without having to ask this is because he doesn’t want to get too excited with somebody else here but I savor the moment closing my eyes as I listen to his strong heartbeat.
I can feel the possessiveness emanating from him, calling out to something deep inside of me, buried past my nerves and my self-doubt, buried past all the whirring self-loathing that has made me hold back in romantic exchanges for so long.
Or perhaps I’m imagining it all, projecting onto him what flares up inside of me.
The rest of the session passes in a dreamlike blur, as we wrap our arms around each other and smile at the camera.
At least, I smile.
I’ve never seen Kaleb Keller smile.
His lips twitch into savage smirks, the sort of configurations that let me know he’s a primal animal as much as a man, ready to claim me in the most beastly ways if I’ll only submit…
I’d bend you over right here and take you raw, he told me, and simply thinking about it makes my clit rub tantalizingly against my panties, the friction seeming to multiply until I’m worried I might break down into a shivering orgasm just from holding hands.
Finally, achingly, the session comes to an end and Kaleb puts his shirt back on.
“That was great, Kaleb… and Samantha,” Janie says giving me a secret smile. “We normally end the session by asking if you’d like to exchange phone numbers. You don’t have to, of course—”
“Yes,” Kaleb snarls. “We’re going to do that, thank you.”
“Samantha?”
Janie’s eyes are kind, open to any subtle signals I may give her. She might think I’m being pressured here when really it’s anything but.
She has no way of knowing I’ve waited a long time for this.
“Can you give me yours?” I murmur, looking up at Kaleb. “And I’ll text you mine.”
I can’t risk him showing my number to Natalie and…
But what the heck am I thinking?
I’m going to run into him at some point. I can’t avoid Natalie forever.
And I want to see him.
“Sure,” Kaleb says, stark blue eyes glinting. “Give me your phone. I’ll punch it in quickly.”
I take out my phone, unlock it, and hand it to Kaleb.
And then I realize my mistake.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My background is of me and Natalie, a smiling selfie, taken a few weeks ago when we were at a café together.
“What the hell?” Kaleb says, his eyes widening.
He stares at the phone for a moment, then looks up at me.