Actor Sean Savage can’t take his mind off of fellow movie star Mystique Gray. He won’t give up until she agrees to work with him. Sean soon realizes she’s the woman for him. Unfortunately, she hates him and he can’t understand why.
Mystique Gray is an up and coming actress. She’s never met the handsome heartthrob Sean Savage, but she knows a secret about the famous actor that no one else does: Sean Savage is a witch. She gives in to his request to do his movie, but she’s determined to keep their relationship strictly professional. Letting him close could be dangerous for her heart—and his safety.
Be Warned: forced seduction
The scene called for him to back her into a wall and kiss her. Only this movie was going to be lucky to be rated R from the way he kept going at her. He kept grabbing her ass and grinding his blatant erection right into her. Steven had given up on giving him directions as to how to hold her and kiss her. They had been filming for some time to get the kiss from various angles. This wasn’t her first onscreen kiss, but it was certainly the first time it had felt so real. Even with an audience, Sean made her feel like it was only the two of them in the room.
She was going up in flames as he ate at her mouth. Her sex was molten and dripping for him. Occasionally, he would forget and penetrate her with his tongue. She barely contained her moans.
Sean undressed her several times. They took breaks to fix her hair and makeup and to follow them to the bedroom. In this scene, it was her home so the room was frilly and full of white lace. The beach house was rented. All the furnishings were props that they had brought in for filming.
She felt like a punch drunk boxer in a daze as she situated herself in bed and watched Sean strip in front of her. He had no issues with onscreen nudity. His backside was to the camera. He was covered in the front for her modesty.
In the film all the action would be continuous. In reality, she was carefully staged to look as though she were bare. Her makeup was retouched. Lighting checks were performed.
For a change, Sean wasn’t grinning as he covered her and slid between her thighs. There were fewer people onset. The sizzle between the two of them was tangible. He held himself above her until the cameras started rolling. He fitted himself to her, and as he’d warned her, he was as hard as steel. The sheets were arranged so that the sides of their hips were visible. She wore a high thong with ties on the sides. It was pulled carefully to the side so that her mound was protected as he began to move between her legs. Her fingers dug into his muscled shoulders. It was all she could do not to toss her head back and moan as he rode her. She bit her lip to control herself. Sound was not necessary for this scene as music would play over it. Moviegoers would be treated to perhaps a three to five minute clip of their actions. She felt like she’d been beneath Sean for hours.
He buried his face in her neck. “I want you so bad,” he groaned. “This is torture. I’m going to explode.” Unable to speak, she threaded her fingers through his soft black curls. “Tell me that you want me.”
“Cut!” Steven clapped his hands. “Great work, kids. I think we’ve got enough.”