Falling into Exposure by A. Zavarelli

guess. Through the internet, mostly.”
    “You should show them to someone. I bet you some of these would get published at first glance.”
    He looks so excited at the thought, I don’t want to burst his bubble.
    “I don’t know, we’ll see I guess.”
    He frowns at my flat response, and I hate it. I always feel like I’m disappointing him.
    “Here.” I hold out my hand and wiggle my fingers. “Let me take a couple of you.”
    For a moment, he actually looks surprised. “Really? You want a photo of me.”
    “Of course I do.” I smile. “I want a thousand photos of you, but somehow I don’t think you’d agree to that.”
    He hands over the camera, and I mess with some of the settings before focusing in on him. “Just try to look natural,” I say.
    I take a few shots of him stretched out across the hammock, and I can’t help smiling. This is definitely something I will want to remember forever. Just as I suspected, after I take a few too many shots, he grows impatient. I laugh and shake my head as I move to put the camera away.
    “Wait!” he says. “Can you take one of us together?”
    “Of course.”
    I curl up next to him, laying my head on his chest and wrapping his forearm around my breasts to cover them. I take a few shots before checking them. Because of our height difference, we have to readjust several times before I get a decent photo. I hold it up and get his nod of approval before I shut off the camera and set it aside.
    “So is this what you had to get inside the house,” he asks as he runs his fingers along the blue tie.
    “That was part of it.” I smile coyly. “I have the perfect afternoon planned out.”
    “Do you now?” he asks huskily.
    “Yep, and I know just how I’m going to start.”
    I sit up and tug at the waistband of his loose grey sweatpants. “I’m going to need you naked for this, Maddox.”
    He laughs and willingly obliges, pulling off his pants. I position myself between his legs and palm his quickly growing erection, making him groan in response. I stroke it softly, marveling as it hardens against my hand.
    After several minutes of stroking him, I relent and place my lips around his thick head. I suck him in, teasing him with the tip of my tongue. He reaches down with his hand, massaging one of my breasts before wrapping the long end of the tie in his hand. He pulls down on it gently, effectively bringing him further into my mouth. Dominant Gabriel is back, and I’m more than happy to submit to him.
    “God that’s good,” he gasps.
    His words spur me on, my sucking increasing to a feverish pace. He wraps the tie around his hand even more, clenching it as he pumps into me.
    He grunts as his cock begins to twitch in my mouth, tensing with every thrust. He uses the tie to guide my head up and down with unrelenting force. And then he comes, exploding hot and wet against my tongue. Sweet, delicious, Gabriel. His body relaxes beneath me, and his hand strokes my hair as I sit up.
    “Definitely memorable,” he pants.
    I can’t help the small smile of satisfaction that creeps across my face.
    “Roll over,” I command. “I’m not done yet.”
    He laughs softly and then complies, rolling onto his stomach. His naked body is splayed out like a Greek God on the hammock, and I almost wish I had a photo of this. I reach back and grab the small bottle of massage oil I brought with me, opening it up. I pour some into my hand, warming it between my palms before applying it to his back.
    I begin caressing him slowly, paying attention to every tense muscle fiber in his body. Surprisingly, there’s a lot, and by the sounds he’s making, I can tell he’s enjoying this. I wonder how long it’s been since someone’s taken the time to care for him, or if he’s ever even let them.
    He doesn’t say a word as I work him over, and just as I intended, he falls asleep within minutes. I lay down beside him and nestle up against him, closing my own eyes and letting the soft waves