Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

“You okay?” I tease.
A lump moves up and down her throat as she takes in the sight of me, but
slowly, she raises the camera to her face.
The camera clicks, and I almost smile at the thrill that runs through me. It
feels like a touch, having your picture taken.
Tipping my chin down, I look at her as she snaps shot after shot, moving
around my body and getting different angles. She gets a shot or two in the
front and then moves behind me, diving in for a really naughty one I certainly
hope she knows how to develop herself, because Walmart won’t touch these
photos.
I peer at her over my shoulder as she snaps more shots, and then I turn
around, scooting up onto the desktop, and slowly dragging my skirt up my
thighs. I tease her as she watches and waits, knowing I don’t have anything
on underneath as the camera falls away from her face and she’s captivated.
I don’t go all the way. I smile, pulling my skirt back down, but she drops
the camera onto the carpet and rushes me all of a sudden. Gripping me under
my arms and pulling me into her body, she kisses me hard. Her mouth moves
over mine, and I hook an arm around her neck, pulling up her shirt with my
other hand.
“Not yet,” she pants.
I kick off my shoes as she slips her hands underneath my skirt, locking
her eyes onto mine as she touches me with her fingers.
“I’m dying to kiss it,” she murmurs, stroking me.
My eyelids flutter at her soft touch, loving how she touches. How she
explores, because everything is new to her and with every touch, she learns
who she is.
I love that I’m here for it.
The tip of her fingers play just inside me, teasing but not taking, and she
pulls her hand back out, her fingertips glistening.
Her mouth falls open a little, watching herself rub her fingers together
and rub me over her fingers, and I think she’ll lick it off, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she slips it under her skirt and into her own underwear, rubbing me
on herself. All over her.
“Clay…” My body shakes.
Pulling out her hand, she rolls her desk chair behind her and sits down,
looking up at me. Spreading my legs, she hooks her arms around my thighs
and yanks me down to her.