Sex is an Art

Leda is bare. Camera in his hands, Lauro Giotto watches the light move across her skin. She turns once, then again, letting him see how the pose feels in her body. The shutter clicks, but neither looks away. She steps closer and reaches for his belt. He lowers the camera. Her mouth opens around him, slow and sure, until her throat tightens and a strand of spit trails from her lip. She works him deeper, eyes wet, hair swinging, then lets him go to catch her breath. He guides her down again, one hand in her hair, the other steadying the lens. When he finishes, the thick release lands across her cheeks, dripping toward her chin as she looks up at him. The last frame clicks while the mess cools on her skin.