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Through His Lens

Tags: photo shoot, boudoir photos, partially clothed, teasing, tension, Raf is a pussy eating fiend, PiV sex, switch! Rafayel

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Gentle brushstrokes pressed into the canvas as Rafayel sat before it. His eyes flicked to the camera beside him, a picture on the tiny screen the inspiration for his newest piece. A small smile graced his lips as he created the impression of the plush red of her lips, the deep black of her lashes, and the gentle curve of her spine. Setting down the brushes, he stretched his arms over his head and stood from the stool he had been perched on for who knows how long.

His bare feet padded silently toward his bedroom, the moonlight from outside gilding her sleeping form in his blankets. Reaching her side, he admired her. Her lips were slightly parted, her brow smooth, and her breaths soft. He brushed her cheek with the back of his finger, smiling as she unconsciously pressed her face into his touch. He pulled the blankets up to cover her bare shoulder and walked back out to his studio.

Evening sunset eyes lit on the small piles of gauze shoved against the wall, his hand touching the ladder next to them now cold without her warmth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, their combined scent faint, but still hanging in the air like a mist. A sigh passed his lips and he drew the memories of the evening forward into his mind.

She'd shown up in her usual casual wear, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder full of outfits and props. She'd given him a tentative smile, a flash of nervous excitement in her face as she moved further into the studio. He'd smiled back, noting the slight shake in her hand as she reached for him, the way her eyes took in every part of the room, including the props he had placed out.

“You don't have to do this, you know,” he murmured into her hair as she hugged him.

“I want to. I-” She bit her lip. “I need to see myself in a less harsh light.” She looked up at him, eyes searching his for confirmation.

“You know I already think you're beautiful, so this is totally up to you.” His voice was surprisingly soft. She smiled at him a little wider.

“It sounds to me like you're the one trying to get out of doing this. Worried you'll do a bad job?”

He scoffed. “You may think of me as an amateur photographer, but I'll have you know that the seagulls were thrilled with the pictures I took of them last week.”

She giggled and he watched as her shoulders relaxed. She dropped her bag at his feet and he pushed her toward the stool by the mirror he'd set up against the wall. Leaning down, he rummaged through her bag to pull out her makeup, setting it down in her lap as he unceremoniously dumped the rest of her bag onto the floor.

“Hey! What the hell, fishie?”

“It's all going to end up there eventually. I'm just moving things along.” He came back to stand in front of her and unzipped the small clutch of products. “Now shut up and let me work, cutie.”

She shot him a half-hearted glare as he rifled through the different items. She sat quietly, her leg jiggling with nerves against the bar of the stool as he worked. He curled her eyelashes before sweeping a couple of layers of mascara over them. He gently patted a subtle gold eyeshadow onto her eyelids, and gave her a thin line of eyeliner to make them pop even more. He lined her lips with a deep red before pressing the lipstick to the pillowy portion of them, blending the two with a tissue and topping it with a clear gloss to make them shine. A small amount of blush was tapped onto her cheeks above the contour he'd applied, and he finished everything off with a touch of highlighter to the inner corners of her eyes and tops of her cheeks.

He stepped back and nodded to himself before gesturing to the mirror. “Take a look.”

She shifted her gaze to the mirror, her heart thudding as she studied her own face. The makeup was natural, accentuating her features in a way she had struggled to achieve before on her own. Her eyes looked bright and wide, her lashes long and dark, her lips juicy, the apples of her cheeks high and rounded. She stared in stunned silence as he fidgeted next to her, waiting for her appraisal. Moisture gathered in her eyes. He stilled and leaned in close to her.

“It looks… really good,” she choked out.

Rafayel handed her a tissue, and she dabbed delicately to soak up the tears that hadn't begun to fall. When she looked back toward him, he was holding out a dark blue lingerie set that she didn't recognize.

“When you mentioned you wanted to do this, I took the liberty of doing some shopping for you.” His cheeks pinkened slightly as she reached out to touch the fabric. The silk slid through her fingertips and a small shiver worked its way up her spine.

“Go try it on.” His voice was gentle but firm.

She took a deep breath and bent to grab the silk robe that she had brought to wear initially. In his bathroom, she drew the fabric against her skin, a true blush rising to her face as she admired the effect of the blue silk and lace. Her hands dragged down her body, closing her eyes as she felt the different textures - the soft texture of her stomach into the silk of the lower cup of the bra into the lace over her nipples. It was a perfect fit. For the first time since she had arrived at Rafayel's house, she felt a thrill of pure excitement. The robe pulled over her shoulders, she tied it loosely at her waist before walking back to the studio.

Rafayel was pulling a pale red gauzy fabric over his ladder, turning his head this way and that before stepping back and taking a test shot with his camera. Without turning to her, he said, “You should probably stretch before we start. Some of these poses are going to be harder than you think.” He continued to move the fabric as she spread her legs and folded to touch her toes.

Somewhat satisfied with the draping he'd achieved, he turned toward her.

His breathing stuttered. His eyes trailed along her spine as she bent over. The smooth skin of her legs flowed from beneath the robe, the tease of the lingerie peeking from the back where it rode up slightly. The v at the front showed the top of her bra's lace. His ears heated as she continued to move through more stretches. It was minutes of torture while he watched her.

She shook out her arms and rolled her head along her neck. “I'm ready,” she said, pulling at the tie of her robe.

Rafayel coughed into his hand. “Great!”

The fabric dropped from her and pooled on the floor. His ears felt like they were on fire, and he knew that the blush that heated them was spreading across his cheeks. He glanced away, his eyes flitting back and forth between her and the “set” he had created as he tried to tamp down on his reaction. She was a vision in blue. Her chest was slightly flushed as she fought the urge to cover herself.

“Let’s start with something simple.” Rafayel directed her to stand in front of the ladder. “Place your hands on the top rung you can reach, then arch your back, head up, and push your…” he paused. “Push your hips backward so you feel a stretch in the backs of your thighs.”

She moved into position, the panties riding up on her ass, and Rafayel moved behind her, bringing the camera up to his eye. “Just like that.” She heard several snaps of the camera and the light shuffle of his feet as he got her from several different angles. He shifted to her right side. “Look at the camera,” he whispered. She turned her head and stared into the lens. “Bite your lip.” Her teeth sunk into her lower lip. He made a small sound in his throat as the shutter clicked several times. Peering at the screen on his camera, he nodded. “Good.” He swallowed heavily.

“Can I see?” She asked, curious. He nodded and turned the screen toward her as she relaxed her arms, rolling her shoulders and hips to loosen her back again. He flipped through them quickly. With each consecutive picture, she felt her self-confidence rising. Whether it was the way he had framed them or the inherent sexiness of the photos, she could understand why other women did this.

He posed her in several more ways in the studio before directing her to the bedroom. “Lay on the bed with your head close to the edge. It should barely be hanging off.” He helped bring her hair to flow off of the bed with her. “Push your right hand into your hair, left hand lightly against your throat, arch your back, and pull your legs up so they create an opposing angle with your back, pointing your toes a little bit into the mattress.” It took several adjustments, and her abs clenched with the effort to hold the pose. Rafayel moved around her quickly, directing her gaze several times as he shifted.

When he finally gave her the go-ahead to relax, he cleared his throat and she looked up at him. “Do you want to do any uh… partially clothed… poses?” His ears were blazing red and she smirked to herself at his reaction.

“Yeah, I think I’m ready for that.” She sat up, reaching behind her and unhooking the eyes of the bra. Eyes locked on Rafayel, she pulled the straps from her arms before grabbing the center between the cups and pulling it from her torso.

Rafayel’s eyes shifted to the ceiling and she giggled. “How are you going to take the pictures if you can’t even look at your subject?” she teased.

He glanced at her quickly and his cheeks deepened in color. He coughed into his hand before he seemed to purposely drag his eyes to hers and hold them. “Same pose as last time, but covering your breasts this time.”

The shoot continued, the tension rising steadily with each new pose. On her knees, she refused to cover her nipples and arched her back, dropping her head back and pressing a hand to her stomach and throat. Rafayel made a tortured sound and she grinned as she heard the shuffle of feet and the rapidfire photos.

Suddenly, his footsteps moved away. She leaned back up to sit back on her heels and looked around his room. He was nowhere to be found.

“Rafayel?” She called.

He reentered the room with a long piece of red gauze. “The lighting is almost perfect, but I had an idea.” He pulled her knees so her legs straightened back out and tossed the fabric onto her torso. He let the camera hang from his neck as he shifted it around, pressing on either side of her breasts until her nipples hardened and pressed against it. She felt a blush heat her chest at the proximity of his hands to them. A single sweep of those long fingers and he could brush the hardened peaks that she could swear were broadcasting for him. She pressed her legs together as the heat spread throughout her body. A flash of his hands on her with nothing between them filled her mind’s eye and she groaned out loud. Rafayel froze, looking up at her with wide, desperate eyes.

Her lips parted and a hot breath puffed past her lips as she waited to see what he would do.

He pulled his hands back as if he had been burned, grabbing his camera and raising it to his eye, snapping a picture of her before she was ready. He looked down at the preview and bit his lip. The evening glow coming through the window created ambient streaks across her bare skin, the fabric holding and blocking it in different places where the creases lie. The sharp peaks of her nipples strained against the fabric and her mouth was tipped open, eyes glazed and lusty. He pressed his fingers against his temples, closing his eyes and mentally berating himself for the movement in his increasingly tightening trousers. He looked back up at her and she was watching him with a knowing grin on her face.

With a grimace, he grabbed the edge of the fabric and began to pull. Her back arched, her mouth popping open and a surprised squeak left her as it dragged against her nipples and goosebumps rose on her skin. He paused long enough to lift the camera and pulled again.

Rafayel’s mouth was drier than a desert as his finger repeatedly held the shutter-button, catching every wriggle and gasped breath on camera while the fabric pulled from her body. His erection pressed insistently against his pants and he held the gauze in front of himself as he panted with her.

“Do you have a tripod?” She asked breathily. He nodded, unable to keep his eyes from dragging down her body, her muscles twitching with shivers as she held herself up on her elbows.

He held out his hand for her to take and pulled her up from the bed back toward the studio. The bare ladder came into view and he backed her up against it, his clothed chest brushing against her skin and sending more shudders through her. He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “Climb up a few rungs, but stay facing outward toward me.”

She nodded quickly and repeatedly, her arms reaching back for the rungs of the ladder and climbing up a few steps. Grabbing his tripod from the pile of supplies he had ready, he set it up as quickly as he could, trying to ignore the hard press of his cock into his waistband.

Rafayel adjusted the height, clicked the camera into place, and shifted the angle until it pointed where he wanted it to. He pulled his shirt from his pants, undoing the buttons with dexterous fingers, eager to remove it as quickly as possible. He could feel her eyes on him the entire time, the awareness zinging through his body and exciting him further. With a last check of the camera angle, he set the timer and strode over to the ladder, standing just beneath her. Her head was slightly higher than his, and he had to tilt his head backward to look at her.

His fingertips grazed her ribs and she shivered, placing her hands over his shoulders and looking down at him. His eyes were practically purple, the blue and pink dark and hot as they stared into hers. Her hand skimmed the back of his neck, fingers tangling in the hairs along his nape. He leaned his head into her shoulder and she turned her head to press her lips to his cheek. The snaps of the camera faded into the background as she rubbed her hands across his back, her lips dragging across his face, kissing his moles and breathing against his ear and into his neck as he let his own hands traverse the soft skin of her stomach and thighs.

Stepping back, he undid his buckle and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to his feet before stepping out of them. She climbed tentatively down the ladder and followed him back toward the camera. Shoulders pressed together, they looked through the pictures it had taken. Each one was sensual, the waning light creating shadows in Rafayel’s back muscles and the sides of their faces.

“I have an idea for one,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She backed away toward the bedroom again and Rafayel grabbed the tripod and followed her, intrigued and delighted that she was feeling confident enough to direct them.

Her eyes never left him, even as her knees hit the edge of his bed. “Put the camera down there,” she pointed to the end of the bed. “Then come here.”

Rafayel set it up, an idea of the vision she was creating pervading his mind. He crawled onto the bed next to her and she tutted in annoyance.

“No, silly fishie. On top of me.” Her hand pulled his arm until he was over her, her legs spread wide around his hips as he crawled to lean over her. Her breath tickled his ear, “Grab my ass with this hand.” She tapped his left arm. He pushed his hand under her and his fingers briefly caught along the edge of her underwear as he situated. “Look into my eyes.” Her right hand came up to cup his face, a smile lighting her face as he leaned in for a kiss. She pressed her left hand to his chest, holding him just out of reach of her lips, and he let out a small whine.

“C’mon, cutie…” he pouted. She tilted her chin and brought her lips within breathing distance, still not touching his. His neck strained to press his lips to hers and she giggled at his frustration.

“Time to adjust the camera again,” she said, shimmying out from under him and moving the tripod to angle just above and to the left of their heads.

Instead of scooting back down under him the way she had come out, she walked around behind him, dragging her hand along his side and across the curve of his ass. With a playful swat and a shocked squeak from Rafayel, she dropped her shoulders to the bed, pressing his legs outward and slithering up underneath him from below, letting her lips skim the inside of his thigh as she moved.

His breathing was labored when she got back to his head, and his ears and cheeks were bright with heat, eyes glazed with lust. She pulled him in and kissed him soundly, her lips and tongue pushing against his until he opened and they devoured each other. With a press to his chest, he pulled back, opting to press his lips to her neck and jawline instead. Her eyes closed and she hummed happily. Using her legs to hinge her hips, she pressed her hips into his and he groaned long and low.

“Feeling pent up, baby?” She whispered. He nodded fervently, feeling like a fever was spreading over his skin as the want increased. She stroked his hair back from his eyes and placed a peck to his slightly kiss-swollen lips. “Just one more pose.”

Sitting up and pressing him back onto his heels, she turned and faced the camera. Rafayel waited for direction, not sure what she was intending.

Her hands took his and placed them directly over her breasts. Her head dropped to rest on his shoulder and he leaned his forward to place kisses along her shoulder and the curve of her neck. He squeezed her breasts, lifting them slightly as she moaned. He fit her nipples between his fingers and pulled his hands away from them just enough to give them tension without letting her go. She ground back against his cock, the wet spot on his boxer briefs growing as pre-cum leaked from his tip.

His hands began to shift, knowing the camera had already gotten the pose she wanted. One hand moved up to cup her chin, lifting her head so he could lick and suck against her neck while the other slipped down her stomach and cupped her through her panties. The silk was wet, her inner thighs shaking slightly as he dragged two fingers against the seam of her. He ground against her ass again, breathing heavily into her neck as his exploration continued.

Without warning, she pulled away, shoving him backward until he was flat on the bed, a dazed and confused expression pulling his eyebrows together. She reached out and pressed her hand against his erection, running a fingertip over the wet spot and smirking before sticking that same finger into her mouth and letting out a deep, satisfied moan. “You taste so good, baby,” she said, climbing over him.

Hands gripped her thighs as she moved higher and higher on his body, the smell of her arousal becoming stronger and stronger the closer she got. His mouth watered in anticipation, hoping her goal was the same as his now was.

She dropped her hips when her pussy was above his mouth. “Lick,” she ordered, her eyes glassy and dark with heat.

His tongue darted out and flattened against the crotch of her panties, licking a stripe up and groaning with pleasure as her taste burst across his tastebuds. “Fuck, princess, please.”

“You want me?” she whispered, lifting her hips as he tried to lick her again. He nodded aggressively.

“Say it, Raf. Tell me what you want.” He clamped his hands down on her thighs, fingers digging into the flesh and pulling against her. He whined and she felt his hips buck into the air, no doubt craving the friction she was denying both of them.

“I want to lick you,” he murmured petulantly. “Please…”

“Good boy.” She stroked his cheek and dropped her hips back to his mouth.

He dove in with fervor, his lips and tongue working her through the satiny material. She dug her hands into his hair and let her weight rest just above his head. Her head fell back and a series of broken moans left her mouth. A sudden heat hit her inner thighs and the gusset of the panties melted away.

“Rafayel!” He hummed contently as he shoved his nose against her clit and she squealed as his tongue entered her. “Oh, fuck!” He dragged his tongue through her slick, lapping at her like he was eating his favorite meal. She rocked against him, his nose and tongue alternating pressure on her clit until she was shaking with the force of the orgasm building along her spine. Her incoherent babbling was driving him crazy, and he pulled her down as hard as he could until her weight fully rested against his face and he could delve into her depths the way he wanted to.

With a scream and a cry of his name, she came on his face, his mouth opened wide and tongue striking her clit and labias until she was twitching so hard that she pulled his head back by his hair to get away from the sensation. She fell to the side, her mind blank and blissful.

Distantly, she felt the pull of what was left of her panties pulled from her body and Rafayel readjusting her so her head laid on the pillows at the top of the mattress.

She looked up at Rafayel, noticing his new lack of underwear, his cock pink and dripping as he lined it up with her sopping entrance.

“My turn, cutie” he smirked, pressing the full length into her in one slow thrust.

She arched and cried out at the feeling of fullness that suddenly took her, his echoing groan of pleasure creating a symphony of sound between them. His hands grabbed hers and he twined their fingers together, leaning down over her as her feet locked behind his back.

“Eyes on me,” he mumbled as he kissed the edge of her mouth. Her eyes were bleary, unfocused, and he was thrilled at his ability to make her so cock-drunk she couldn’t think anymore.

He began with slow, deep thrusts, their eyes locked together with each gasp, moan, and groan. Releasing a hand, his hand reached down between them as he watched her, fingers deftly circling her clit and causing her eyes to roll back in her head as he picked up the pace.

“So fucking beautiful. So gorgeous even when you don’t believe it. How are you mine?” he babbled to her as he thrust. She lifted her free hand to tangle in his hair, pulling his lips to hers for a deep kiss. Their tongues thrust in time with his cock, breaking to breathe when she felt the familiar tension of her impending orgasm winding tighter and tighter, a bow string ready to snap. His hips crashed against hers, his rhythm becoming sloppier as he got closer, his own climax dangerously close. “Come for me, baby - fuuuuccckkk - need to feel you come around my cock.”

She keened loudly as her peak crashed into her, her body shaking violently as he thrust a few more times before shallowing his movements and releasing deeply into her. They kissed sloppily, both of them drunk from the pleasure. Rolling from atop her, Rafayel tucked her into the blankets and her heavy eyes blinked at him as they lay together on the pillows.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes beginning to close as she yawned.

“For what?” he whispered back.

“For making me feel beautiful today…” Her breathing evened out and she was asleep. Rafayel gently stroked her hair back from her face, tucking the blanket closer around her body.

“Any time, my bride.”

Hearing the distant click of the camera’s shutter, he looked back over his shoulder to see the camera still clicking away. He climbed from the bed and turned the auto-shutter off, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures that had been taken in the last couple of hours.

Inspiration struck him hard and he pulled his underwear back over his legs as he rushed into the studio, camera in hand, screen showing the picture that had gripped him.

With a fresh canvas placed on his easel and his clean brushes nearby, he sat down on his stool and started to paint.

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