Picture Perfect

“Hands, babe. Don’t move them.”
    Once again, I put my hands up over my head, gripping the raft as he slid his finger in and started thrusting in and out. He kept his eyes on mine as he worked his finger inside of me. I groaned when he pulled his finger out; then gasped when he traced my lips with said finger.
    He was wicked, sin incarnate as I watched him lift the finger from my lips before sucking the finger into his own mouth. I struggled to remember to breathe as I tried to wrap my brain around how sexual he was, and how much I liked it.
    “You taste salty and sweet all at the same time. Lick your lips baby, and tell me your little pussy doesn’t taste like pure heaven.”
    The way he watched me indicated that he was waiting for me to lick my lips, and hesitantly, I did. I’d tasted myself before, of course, but this was different. Wetter, hotter… better.
    Eyes glazed with liquid lust, he nodded at me. “Never loved the taste of someone before baby, but with you, I would willingly drown in it. I’m going to devour you Tessa, from the inside out, and you’re going to come so many times that you’ll forget there even was anyone before. Focus on us babe. You and me together is all that will ever matter.”
    His fingers slid into my folds again as he bent over and licked my navel. He gently bit my tummy just as he slid two fingers into my sex and started to thrust. Involuntarily my eyes closed and I started seeing stars behind my eyelids. When his thumb started rubbing my clit, I lost it. My body went taut, my toes curled and my hands locked behind my head on the float as I shouted my release.
    I floated on a cloud of Flynn-induced nirvana as I slowly came back to reality. He continued to stroke his fingers over my body, a form of post-coital adoration that I had no experience with. He was so different than anyone I’d ever known, and it worked. God, did it work.
    Reaching my hands up, I placed a hand on either side of his face. “Thank you, Flynn. That was beautiful. I don’t know how you do it, but I love that you do.”
    The look he gave me had me ready to go all over again- his words making it that much harder to breathe normally.
    “Babe, just wait until I’m inside of you. I’m going to fuck you hard, long and deep. The things we’re going to do together are going to blow your mind.”
    Holy. Fucking. Bluntness.
    I had another mini orgasm from that sentence alone.

Chapter Twenty

    After depositing Tessa in the master bathroom so that she could get ready for our date, I’d hauled ass to one of the guest bathroom showers to take matters into my own hands. Literally. I’d never needed to come more than I did after spending part of the day tonguing Tessa’s perfect pussy and bringing her to orgasm. My own orgasm was quick and fiery, not surprising considering that I’d been on the edge all day.
    We met up again in the living room almost an hour after we’d parted. I’d been sitting on the couch waiting for her for about fifteen minutes, anxious to be with her again. I didn’t have experience with missing women, but already I understood that there was no way that I’d be able to wait weeks to see her once she went back to Philly. It just wasn’t going to happen.
    She looked downright edible in her jean shorts, white tee and a pair of white converse. Her hair was styled into two hotter than hell braids that made her look fresh and crazy fuck-able. I was in deep and getting deeper by the minute with her.
    Crossing the room, I pulled her into my arms for a hug and a thorough kiss. Her lip-gloss tasted like strawberry and it was sexy as hell. As I went to embrace her, I noticed that the only make-up that she had on was a hint of mascara and the lip-gloss I was busy removing with my own mouth. Make-up free, she was still hotter than any woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
    Once we were able to pull back from each other, we headed off to our destination. After making a quick pit stop to pick up the supplies I’d ordered, it didn’t take us long to get where we were going. When I was talking to my dad, I realized that what would mean something to Tessa would be taking her somewhere that she would be able to see something beautiful and take pictures. I’d chosen a lookout point high up in Malibu canyon that gave us the perfect vantage point to eat dinner and watch the sunset. I had been there before a few years ago on a photo shoot with the band, and when it came time to think about where to