We’re both shirtless. Nude pasties cover my nipples and we’re both wearing underwear for this scene since a sheet is strategically covering Knox’s ass. My legs are both outside the sheet, one bent on the bed, the other wrapped around him.
“Slowly arch your back into him,” the director whispers. “This is the night you’re going to conceive your love child. Good. Now, Knox, gently wrap your arm around her buttocks and pull her even closer. Good. Can we get that?” he says to the camera man. “Close in right there, their chests coming together.”
“Coming together,” Knox whispers in my ear.
I try not to laugh, but I can’t help it. It bursts out of me.
“Cut!” the director yells. “Come on, guys. Stop screwing around.”
“But we’re supposed to be screwing around,” Knox says innocently, which makes me bite my lip to keep from laughing even harder.
“Start over,” he says. “Let’s do it again.”
“Yes, let’s,” Knox whispers to me.
“Stop it,” I say out of the corner of my mouth. “The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can catch a plane.”
“I’ll be serious if you let me come with you this weekend.”
“Fine.”
“Action,” the director says.
Knox kisses my neck and then my lips. I slowly arch my back toward him. He gently grabs my ass and pulls me closer.
“That’s it, beautiful. Knox, run your hand across her cheek and look into her eyes. Now, together, tighter, you’re doing it. Perfect. Okay, cut. Let’s remove the sheet. You ready for this, Knox? Your ass’ first film appearance?”
I laugh again. “It’s about time, Knox. My naked ass has been in the last two.”
“Yeah, I am.”
We both take off our underwear, him leaving on the sock that covers his male parts and me with a pastie that covers mine.
Getting back in bed, Knox gets on top of me. The makeup artist spritzes his back with mineral water, so he looks like he’s sweating then she works on his butt cheeks, adding body makeup so they look perfect on camera.
My makeup artist is doing the same, spritzing a little water in my cleavage, checking that the body makeup is still covering my tattoo, and adding highlights.
The whole time they’re getting us ready, Knox is talking to me and asking me if I’m okay. He’s always made me feel comfortable doing sex scenes, which are awkward at best.
“Action,” the director says.
Knox grips my hips, pulling his chest up off mine and grinding into me.
“Hang on! Wardrobe, we forgot to take off the nipple pasties.”
I roll my eyes at Knox, as he leans up so makeup can come in and fix my chest. She decides to add some shading to highlight my cleavage and then retreats.
“Action!”
Knox grips my hips and we pretend to make love. Compared to all the other sex scenes we’ve done together—although the papers are speculating their raciness—these scenes are more sensual. More loving. And we’re definitely showing more skin. After five movies—and a whole lot of sexy times—our characters have finally let their guard down. We think the enemy is gone, and we’re allowing ourselves to fall in love.
I reach up and run my hands through Knox’s hair then down his muscular arms as scripted.
“I love you, Harper,” he says to me.
“I love you too,” I whisper as he pushes his hips into my spread legs.
Then we kiss. Lots of open mouths. The lip sucking his character is known for. We pick up the pace as per the script.
“Alright, Keatyn, we’re coming in for a close-up of your face. You’re in ecstasy.”
I toss my head back, letting my breath become ragged. I’m pretty good at faking an orgasm. As Knox continues to grind against me, I’m instantly transported back to Aiden’s dorm room, to a time before we had done it, when my insides throbbed just from the friction.
“Oh, oh,” I moan, letting myself go. My insides start contracting and I moan again.
“Knox, it’s your turn now, faster. Faster,” the director whispers.
Knox goes faster causing more friction between my legs.
“Holy shit,” I say as Knox fakes an orgasm and collapses on top of me.
“Perfect, cut.”
I slide into my robe.
“Where the fuck did that come from?” Knox whispers to me. “That was the best orgasm you’ve ever done. Aiden would kill me if he heard me say this, but your moaning was making me hard. I was afraid the sock was gonna fly off.”
“I’m sorry. I just really got into it. This was supposed to be our special night, right?” I say, trying to cover up the fact that I did have an actual orgasm. What the fuck has pregnancy done to me?
“I don’t know what it will look like on camera, but it felt smoking hot. We’re gonna burn up the screen on this one.”
“That’s what people want, right?”
“It’s sad, though, don’t you think?” he says somberly. “That this is our last Trinity movie.”
“Yeah, it is. Ten years of on-screen love.” Tears start to form in my eyes. I can’t believe this is the last one. This set is like a second home and these people are like my family. “What are you doing?” the makeup artist asks. “Is there something in your eyes?”