The studio was dimly lit, with soft lighting casting shadows that accentuated every curve and line of the space. Taylor stood in front of the mirror, her hands smoothing over the delicate lace of the white lingerie she wore. The bra was sheer, with intricate floral patterns barely covering her nipples, while the matching thong left little to the imagination. A garter belt completed the look, with stockings that hugged her legs and emphasized their length. She looked at herself, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement, but more than anything, she felt sexy.
Behind her, Travis was adjusting the waistband of his black briefs. His body was a masterpiece of strength and definition, each muscle carved with precision. The briefs clung to his hips, leaving his toned thighs and the outline of his bulge on full display. He caught Taylor's eyes in the mirror and grinned, his gaze full of hunger.
"Damn, baby," he murmured, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her waist. His hands roamed over the lace, fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath. "You're making it real hard for me to focus on anything other than ripping this off you."
Taylor leaned back into him, her body responding to his touch. "Who said you had to focus?" she teased, her voice sultry as she turned in his arms to face him. Her fingers trailed down his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath her touch. "Maybe we should just forget the shoot and head straight to the honeymoon."
Travis chuckled, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her against him. "Tempting, but I kind of want some memories of this," he said, lowering his head to capture her lips in a heated kiss. "Memories we can look back on when we're old and gray."
The photographer, a seasoned professional with a knack for capturing raw emotion, interrupted them with a gentle cough. "Whenever you're ready, we can start," she said, her tone respectful but firm. "Let's get some shots that really capture the chemistry between you two."
Travis reluctantly pulled back from Taylor, his eyes dark with desire. "Alright, let's give her a show then."
The photographer directed them to a large, plush chaise lounge in the center of the studio, its velvet fabric rich and inviting. "Let's start with something intimate but passionate," she suggested. "Taylor, why don't you straddle Travis on the lounge? Travis, you can keep your hands on her hips, guiding her as if you're about to pull her down onto you."
Taylor's breath hitched at the thought, but she moved to the lounge, climbing on top of Travis. Her knees sank into the cushions on either side of his thighs, and she felt the hard press of his erection against her core, even through the thin layers of fabric. Travis's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he guided her down, his gaze locked onto hers.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Travis whispered, his voice rough with need. He pulled her closer, grinding her against him, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through both of them. "If there wasn't a camera on us right now..."
Taylor smirked, loving the way he was already losing control. "What would you do?" she teased, rolling her hips slightly, earning a low growl from Travis.
"You know exactly what I'd do," Travis shot back, his hands moving up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the lace. "I'd have you screaming my name in seconds."
"Perfect," the photographer said, snapping a series of photos that captured the raw desire between them. "Taylor, lean back a bit, arch your back, and let Travis take control."
Taylor leaned back, her hands gripping Travis's shoulders for support as she arched her back, thrusting her chest toward him. Travis took the opportunity to dip his head, his lips capturing one of her nipples through the lace, his tongue teasing the sensitive bud. Taylor gasped, the sensation shooting straight to her core, making her grind down harder against him.
