Thread: When in Rome

She was beautiful, writhing about like a flame in the wind. Every motion he observed was fluid, feminine, and if she kept this up long enough it was completely possible she'd have his body finish while those tight black pants were still on. Edward's chest rose and fell with rapid excitement. His hand responded to the snake-like gyrations by gripping down on the inside of Miley's thigh, increasingly harder the more she rolled those athletically toned hips, but truthfully he wondered if she was coherent enough to even notice. Slight, unstoppable grunts passed his lips every time her hand or her knee found his need amidst her movements. And through everything Edward kept the camera filming, her big scene, moving up now from that brown-haired crotch to her belly to her breasts, to focus the shot on her neck and face. You look so beautiful, he mused as her mouth and brow would contort. She was getting close, and fast. As she sped up, her breathing, the motions of her hand, everything, Edward leaned back as far as he could in the black leather chair. The fabric made a sound beneath him as it moved, allowing him to lean back enough that the camera could see everything now, reaching from about Miley's forehead to as far down as her wrist and the beginnings of those short brown hairs. So beautiful, he repeated as she got closer and closer. He opened his mouth to start to say something, to encourage her, but this girl seemed such a talent in front of the lens he didn't want to distract from her performance. Edward watched from behind the camera as her face contorted, as her body writhed, as she moaned out and literally shuddered in orgasm right on his lap. The moment it was done, God, the moment it was finished his hand left its clench on her thigh to reach up and wrap around the side of her face. Edward actually moved the camera away from himself, holding it out to the side, filming them both as he leaned in to give Miley a firm, hungry kiss on the mouth. Then another. He was nearly twice her age, but fuck it - this was Hollywood. Then another kiss, hungry, impassioned. A pair of teeth held to the starlet's lower lip following that last one, tugging it with him as he gave her an inch or two of space before letting go. An inch or two wouldn't be enough to escape the feel of each other's breath. With that in mind, reveling in being so close, in the feeling of hers, his eyes stared into hers as he whispered, That was so fucking hot, baby... Mmn... So fucking hot... Another excited kiss. Would the Southern belle forgive him for not asking permission like a proper gent? He smirked at the thought. and it was so brave, he whispered a moment later, back to staring into the girl's eyes. Can you do something for me? Edward slowly leaned back, reclining all the way into the chair as he'd been a moment ago. He kept his eyes locked on hers the entire way back, now bringing the camera back to his face. That was so hot, hon. And that scream when you came... That was wonderful. It was like a siren. Do you think you could do something else for me though? His hand fell from her cheek. Falling, fingers trailing over the front of her bra, over her stomach, then moved to clasp about Miley's wrist. Do you think you could go for Round Two? Gently he pulled at her wrist, guiding the actress' hand to him. Looking through the lens the entire time, looking at her belly, her chest, her neck, at the way her long brown curls fell about and framed her face, and most importantly at her eyes, Edward guided those slender fingers to his lips where he boldly embraced the treat of licking the girl's cum from her fingers. I have something else I want to have you try out for, something else I need to see if you're brave enough to handle, he spoke between fingers. Smiling, Go ahead and get up off my lap, honey. I want to introduce you to one of the guys you'll be filming scenes with.