𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒕

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑁𝑖𝑛𝑒

Taylor's POV

As the cameras finally stopped rolling and the lights began to dim, I let out a sigh of relief. The scene had been more intense than I'd expected, especially being so close to Zoe.

Lana approached us, gesturing towards the bed. "Okay, for the next shot, Zoe we need a close up of your hand going from Taylor's throat to her inner thighs , then cut to zoe's back to show her muscles then to Taylor's side face."

I nodded, understanding the instructions. I could feel my heart rate picking up, my skin suddenly feeling too warm.

I took a shuddering breath as I felt her hand on my neck, her touch sending tingles down my spine. Her fingers were soft as they traced a path down my collarbone and towards my chest.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to stay focused and not get too lost in the sensations her touch was evoking. It was getting harder to remember that there were cameras and a crew watching us.

Her hand now brushed across my stomach, her fingers just grazing the edge of my lace underwear. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, the warmth of her palm against my skin. The feeling was both strange and arousing, the cameras and the crew all fading into the background as I became more and more aware of her presence.

As her hand moved further downward, I couldn't help but arch my back slightly, my body responding involuntarily to her touch. I felt her fingers brush lightly over the lace, and I let out a small gasp, biting my lip to keep from making any louder noises. The cameras were still filming, the crew still watching, but at that moment all I could focus on was her touch and the way it made my body react.

Camera crew swarmed around us again, adjusting angles and lights. I could hear Lana call out instructions, the hum of the equipment and the murmur of voices filling the air

As the director yelled "action", I felt her hand move lower, fingers gently tracing the line of my hip bone, causing my breath to hitch. I forced my eyes to stay open, to look at the camera, but it was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate.

The feel of her fingers against my skin was driving me wild, my body reacting eagerly to her touch. I could feel my heart racing, my breath coming in short gasps and the moisture pooling between my thighs, the coolness of the air a stark contrast to the heat coming off me.

God, she's so hot and sexy. The way she moves, the way she looks at me with that intensity. I can't remember a time I've wanted someone so badly, even if I have to keep it together on camera.

Her touch is so soft, but I can feel the strength in her hands as they move across my skin. I can't help but wonder what it would feel like if they were in other places, doing other things...

I can see the muscles in her arms flexing as she holds herself up, and I can't help but imagine what it would be like to feel those muscles on top of me, pinning me down. Damn, I have to force myself to focus.

She has this look in her eyes that makes me feel like she's starving, like she wants to devour me, and honestly, I wouldn't mind that. I haven't had an orgasm in so long since my last relationship.

I know we are on camera and there are people watching us, but I can't seem to care at this moment. All I can think about is how much I want her, how much I want her to touch me, kiss me, make me scream her name.

Lana called out instructions, the crew adjusting the set and lighting. My body ached, the constant proximity to Zoe wearing down my nerves. I felt exhausted but my mind was still hyper aware of her presence.

Lana approached the bed, adjusting her hair as she explained the upcoming scene. "Okay, for the next shot, Zoe, we need you on your back, and Taylor will be on your stomach."