I wanted to show my neck and pretty gold earring. He said I should have my curls on each side because it would be more feminine.
I flipped the hair from my left shoulder and ran a finger from earlobe down the length of my exposed neck and told him, “This section right here is pure seduction. We have to show a little neck.”
He didn’t argue. He stayed there looking for a second, then he came closer, directly in front of me, and arranged my hair and placed his hands on my shoulders to turn them slightly.
We held each others gaze—from me a crooked smile, from him, a cute little smirk—every second of it heated me up more and more. I could feel my pits moistening a little, my heartbeat rising, my pulse in my pussy, pretty much.
The photographer cleared her throat, drawing us out of the moment.