On the floor

The kiss is still warm on her lips when Marcus breaks it, his hands sliding from her ass to grip her waist. There's a sudden shift in his weight, a firm tug that pulls her off balance, and then the world tilts. Her back hits the hardwood floor with a soft thud, the impact jarring through her spine, and she lets out a breathless gasp. She's on all fours before she can think to resist, her palms flat against the cool wood, her bare knees pressed into the floorboards.

The softbox light from his room spills through the doorway, casting long shadows across her naked back. She can feel the draft from the hallway brushing against her exposed skin, raising goosebumps along her thighs. She looks over her shoulder at him, her dark hair falling across her face, her lips still parted from the kiss.

He doesn't say anything. He just lifts the DSLR, the autofocus clicking as it locks onto her, and the shutter begins its steady rhythm. The camera captures her from behind — the curve of her spine, the lift of her ass, the way her thighs are already beginning to tremble. She holds the pose, her fingers pressing into the wood, her chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths.

The shutter clicks again, closer this time, and she can feel the heat of his presence somewhere behind the lens. She arches her back a little more, instinct guiding her, and lets her head hang forward so her hair sweeps the floor. The pose is raw, animal, presented for him and for the camera.

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