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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 21:39:11 GMT -6
Soon enough he was being pulled up off the couch and led into the studio section of the flat. A smirk on his face as he found this a little odd. Looking around and watching her as she did a bit of meddling round with a few things. She pointed to the chair and gave her instructions. A peck on the cheek convinced him completely. Heading over to the chair, he did as instructed. Sure this felt really weird. Awkward about this, but that was because this was so new. He had never had his picture taken like this before. Usually it had simply been family photos and random drunk party shots. This was so new, he felt a little uncomfortable about it. But he didn't dare let that show. He knew he would get over it. As long as he didn't have to take off his shirt... then he would remain calm and relaxed... ish. He had and itch on his forearm. Right where his tattoo was. A black rose was tattooed to his right forearm on the underside. Facing his hand palm up one would see the tattoo clearly.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 22:00:28 GMT -6
Lights on, she angled them so part of his face would be in shadow, Pauley kissed Cian on the forehead before backing up, lifting her camera and aiming. As a professional, she could tell he was nervous; most are nervous their first time in front of the camera. "Relax, Cian. It's just the two of us." As she walked around and snapped pictures, Pauley smiled. He really was quite nice to look at, much unlike herself. She laid on her back on the floor and took a picture at that angle, getting a great shot of his hard jawline.
It began to get hot under the lights, so she pulled off her tee shirt. With a tank underneath, she felt much cooler and so was much more comfortable. Pauley had Cian stand, and then lay on the floor, arms beneath his head. Her heart raced as his shirt rised up, revealing a bit of the toned skin beneath. She longed to kiss that exposed skin, and nearly reacted on that urge, but instead quickly snapped the picture, glad to have that imagine captured forever.
In a moment of inspiration, Pauley ginned at Cian. "Hang on, don't move." She found her tallest tripod, set it up with the Nikon on it, set the timer on the camera to take a picture every five seconds until the film ran out, she practically ran over to her (she still didn't know what to call him), over to Cian and laid on the floor next to him, locking her lips to hers just as the shutter clicked for the first time.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 22:14:44 GMT -6
Cian was trying to relax. it was just a little difficult for him to do. Oh well. Each picture was flashed and taken. He did as he was told, being completely clueless if he hadn't. He heaved a bit of a sigh as he rose to his feet, then to the floor as he lay positioned as told. Letting her take picture after picture. He still felt weird about the while thing, but he was getting by just fine. His shirt had ridden up a bit at some point and he couldn't help but feel a little off about that. He really didn't need to be. He was quite well built and defined. Not a gross level though. It was just enough muscle. Then he remained laying on the floor as she set up a tripod. Tallest the she had he figured. Setting up the camera, he watched in interst, then she joined him on the floor. Laying next to him and he turned to look at her. Just as her lips locked with his. There was a snap and the photo was taken. He pulled away, a look of shock on his face, but there was a definate grin there. Ahh the kisses. He did love them. He rested his forehead against hers with a smile as another photo was taken.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 22:28:45 GMT -6
Grinning, Pauley relished in being close to him, and kissed him again as the shutter clicked yet again. Running a hand long his chest, she let it rest on the exposed skin of his abdomen. The old feeling of arousal stirred in her belly and made her body flush. She had not felt this in years, and it was a rush. A rush she wanted to continue as long as it could. With a heat she didn't expect, she kissed Cian hard, pressing her small frame into his, seeking closeness. She wanted him, and she would some how get what she wanted.
The hand on his abdomen crept up and under his shirt, to rest on the spot where his heart beat. Her was pounding in her chest as she nipped, suckled, and kissed the lips, face and neck of the man beneath her, the camera forgotten.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 22:51:55 GMT -6
Another kiss folloed up close. He took it gladly. Feeling her hand along his hard chest, then to the exposed skin. He inhaled a little at the unexpected contact. But the feeling of flesh against flesh. However small in proportion. Then her hand slid up further. Lifting the shirt along with her arm. He kissed her back as she pressed against him. He had long since forgotten about the camera. Kissing her gently, yet passionate and hungry once more. Wearing sweat pants, and a cotton shirt weren't helping him any as he gently pushed her off. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside with a grin. Just moments ago he wouldn't want that shirt to leave his back, but now... Things were heating up in more ways then one, and wearing a cotton shirt under these lights, he was beginning to get a thin beading layer of sweat. Just from the heat. Cian was used to colder temperatures. Being under lights in an already warm place, it was making him sweat. but it wasn't a gross amount. All it did really was to help define his muscles better. He pulled her back to him. Laying back down as he continued to lay kisses on her gently. Whispering in a huskey voice with a smile as he remembered the camera. "Better get some good pictures out o' this... " He kissed her a little roughly then. Passionate.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 7, 2009 23:01:44 GMT -6
It had been so long since she had really worked with her lights, Pauley had forgotten just how hot they can be. She watched, eyes wide as he pulled his shirt off, and felt another swell of want rush to her belly. He was perfect, just as she had thought, sweat just barely covering a perfect chest that sparsely spattered in dark hairs. Soon after, Pauley, already in a tank top, had to pull away from his passionate kisses to peal off a layer. Thankful she had wore a bra, she pulled off her tank and threw it across the room.
Grinning, she placed a hand on his chest again and kissed his neck. She craved more contact, and honestly, leaning sideways was getting awkward, so she swung a leg over his body and straddling him, leaned over and resumed their kiss. The air was getting warm, and she could feel sweat beginning to pop up on her as well, but the passion in their kisses made up for it all. He wanted her, and she wanted him. That was all that mattered.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 7, 2009 23:51:01 GMT -6
The kisses stopped as she removed her shirt and Cian couldn't help but think to himself and thank the gods. Being a guy after all. That was the kind of thing that would turn his crank. He smiled at the now topless, yet not completely exposed Pauley. He grinned broadly at the beautiful woman before him as she returned to his side. Deep kisses. Feeling her hand on his bare chest. He could feel a heat building within him. Rapidly building. Her straddling him wasn't helping. She had moved ontop of him and bent down to kiss. His hands slid up her thighs and over her hips. Trailing up her sides then back down to rest on her waist. He smiled onward. Just so glad for this moment. Once more the heat was building. He was sweating a little more, but he didn't care. He wasn't about to strip his pants off. For two reasons. first. It wasn't hot enough yet, and the second, his boxers were in the wash with the rest of his clothes. His hands developed a mnd of their own as they continued to roam all over her. Brushing his finger tips gently against her soft and tender skin.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 8, 2009 0:01:20 GMT -6
As somewhat roughened fingers ran up and down her now topless sides, Pauley let out a sharp gasp, quickly followed by a sigh of contentment. His hands caressing her body sent shivers down her spine, even in the heat of the lights. Her hair was slowly falling out of the band that kept it up, and should could feel it begin sticking to her back. Kissing him was fantastic, and her attraction to him kept mounting. He was a great kisser, and she loved feeling him beneath her.
As their intense kisses continued, Pauley could have sworn she could feel something quite hard behind her. She wriggled her hips a bit, just to test her theory. Kissing down his jawline, his neck, and then making her way to his chest, Pauley kissed his chest and ran her tongue over his tiny nipples. Her back arched as she kissed her way back up, planting a soft caress on his lips, letting her tongue dance with his.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 8, 2009 0:23:16 GMT -6
God did she ever feel good beneath his finger tips. beneath his hands as he caressed her gently. He wanted more. It definately wasn't a help when she wiggled a little on him. That just made things worse. The building heat was incredible and he was beginning to feel an irritating, yet very welcoming feeling. A throb if you will between his legs. He just couldn't help it. That was one thing he wished he could control. As she kissed his neck and chest. Licked, he tilted back his head and shut his eyes. Trying to keep himself calm. Soon enough though, their lips and tongues met. It appeared as if that earlier moment of 'calm your ass down' on the couch was a failing agreement. He just let his hands wander all over her. Pulling her in closer. Right up against his frame. Skin on skin. That precious skin on skin contact that he wanted and needed so bad.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 8, 2009 0:36:27 GMT -6
Held flat against him, Pauley hissed through her teeth as she felt the burn of his white hot skin on hers. Being flush up against such as fine specimen of a man, the young woman was really finding it hard to control herself. All she wanted to do was strip him of his sweats as he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them away from her body, freeing them both. But there was no way that could happen. But as she nipped at his ear, Pauley realized she no longer heard the shutter clicking. The film must have run out. That was fine with her, but now there was no reason for the two of them to be under such hot lights. Kissing him, Pauley whispered, "I'll be right back."
Quickly, she unplugged the hot lights and sighed as she suddenly felt cooler. Laying on the floor, Pauley kissed Cian and in a husky voice spoke. "Come here." She opened her arms, letting him know she wanted to feel his weight on her as they continued their make out session.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 8, 2009 0:55:48 GMT -6
Kissing continued and she began to nip at his ear. Another feeling that Cian loved. She got up and moved to switch off the beating lights. So hot, Cian as more then grateful. He had sat up as she left to hide the fact that he was turned on. Which worked really well. Casually laying his hands in a careful and strategic manner. Not a sould could tell. Unless ofcourse they were at eye level. That would just be awkward. But when she returned, she lay down and beckoned for him to join her with open arms. He smiled broadly as he looked down at her amazing figure. He turned and leaned down over her. His lips meeting hers in a passionate locking. He sighed in pleasure and content at the situation. Although he couldn't help the feeling that loomed over him from the previous discussion on the couch. That this wasn't going to go anywhere. If that were, and probably was, the case.. Cian was going to have to excuse himself from the room and use her bathroom. The last thing he wanted was a painful case of 'blue balls'... God no that wasn't fun. As he leaned against her, he moved to straddle her. It was far more comfortable this way, and he let his weight press against her bare skin. Well, partially bare. It was enough to get him in his current....condition. Kisses trailed all over her neck and jawline. Throat, down to her chest a little and then returning to her lips.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 8, 2009 1:11:14 GMT -6
The stirring in her belly only got worse as his weight pressed upon her, making that stir move further south. She was tingling all over, and his kisses down her chest did not help matters at all. If she did do something, and soon, she would explode, and it would not be pretty. Pauley knew the man above her, kissing her, wanted her as well; she could feel as much on her pelvis. She wanted to feel his lips on her chest again, and to feel him on other places as well. Her body was screaming for him to take her, but she doubted he would, even if she asked, begged, pleaded.
Yet she knew he wanted her as well. From the feel of it, he needed her. Pressing a kiss to his throat, Pauley arched her back, letting her breasts press against his chest. Momentarily, she wondered how the pictures would turn out, but shoved that thought to the back of her mind as another crazy stir rippled through her. They would have to do something, and fast. She loved kissing the man before her, and will never get enough of his lips on hers, his teeth nipping at her neck. She wanted more.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 8, 2009 1:26:09 GMT -6
More kisses showered down upon her and himself. He wanted and needed her so bad. It was all he could do to keep himself from taking her right now. He wasn't a forceful person, and this was perhaps a good thing. He couldn't take it anymore as she pressed herself against him. He sighed a little loudly. Looking down at her as he stopped kissing her. His lips remained against hers. He had to do it. There was no other way and he absolutely needed to know where this was going to go. Was this going to end with tissues in the bathroom? Or was this going to end with her? He had to know. He muttered against her lips almost harshly. Out of breath almost. "Please Pauley... please.. " He had resorted to a genuine beg. Actually pleading for her to allow him to go all the way. He needed it so much now, but one wouldn't have to be told that. No. He was pretty sure that Pauley could feel very clearly just how much he needed her, and that he was far more then ready for her. But yes.. he was begging her. It could be heard in the tone that he used.
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Post by Pauley Morgan on Jun 8, 2009 1:34:57 GMT -6
When he pulled away slightly, Pauley frowned, even thought he still had his lips against hers. What could she have done wrong to make him want to distance himself from her, even just a bit? Worries, excuses for her behavior, everything flew across her minds eye as she looked up at him, hoping her expression was one of curiosity. When he asked, no,begged her, she knew exactly what he was asking for, and was more than willing to let him go for it. She was desperate for him as well, so it really was a no brainer. She was just glad she was on a permanent form of contraception.
Grinning broadly, Pauley nodded. "Yes, of course. Yes." Eagerly, she kissed his hard, putting all of her passion, heat, and desire into the kiss. She wanted him to know that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
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Post by Cian Mahoney on Jun 8, 2009 1:49:53 GMT -6
Thank god! he thought. Her kiss was wonderous for sure. But now that Cian was given permission, he completely let go of control. He ravaged her with caresses. Letting his hands wander all over her. around her hips. Up her sides. He moved kisses down her neck and throat. Sucking and nipping at the flesh on her collarbone for a moment before his hand made its way under her bra to cup her breast. Squeezing gently and massaging the territory that he had permission to touch. He kissed her chest as that happened, letting his lips move all across her chest. Licking at her flesh gently. He sighs. His hot breath steaming her skin.
He somehow managed to remover her bra without her barely being lifted off the floor. He slid it off and tossed it aside. Letting his lips caress her breasts gently. Each a turn. Each he turned the attentions to her nipples. Gently sucking and running his tongue in circles around and around. He continued to move down further. Letting his tongue glide along her flesh as he grazed his lips against the skin being caressed. Nipping at the skin on her navel as he continued to go. He looked up at her as he began to unbutton her pants and slowly draw down the zipper. Pulling her pants slowly over her skin. Her hips, over her glorious legs and off. Tossing them too into the pile. He smiled and remade the path gradually and slowly back up to her lips.
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