Picture Perfect

a few gentle love bites.
    “I’m finished back here, so it’s time for you to turn over.”
    His face was a mask of pure pleasure as he complied, and I gave myself an inner high-five that I was turning him on.
    Once again, I started at the bottom and worked my way up. He cried out when I licked his inner thighs, and I watched in wonder when his cock leaked pre-cum when I scratched my fingers gently over his stomach.
    Fisting the base, I began licking his cock. I found that he went especially wild when my tongue traced the vein that ran along the underside of his shaft or when I tongued the tip. Opening wide, I started to take him into his mouth for a proper blowjob. He was taut as a bowstring below me and his breathing was harsh as I began to suck him. As I sucked, I worked the bottom of his shaft with my fist. I gloried when he fisted his hands in my hair and groaned. It was such a turn on to know that he was enjoying it. I’d never thought the sound of giving someone a blowjob would be arousing, but I was discovering that it was making me unbelievably hot. My sex was on fire, and every slurp and suck I made as I worked his shaft made me wetter.
    Catching me by surprise, he sat up and flipped me onto my back before getting on top of me. “Babe, I’d fucking love to come in your mouth, but tonight I want us to come together. Not going to go inside babe, but I am going to ride your clit.”
    I whimpered then cried out when he put his cock on top of my ridiculously drenched sex and started sliding back and forth. Holding onto his biceps, I stared into is eyes as he thrust back and forth. There was something about him being on top of me that was making my heart flutter in my chest funny, but right then I was too far-gone to focus on it. Pulling him to me, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began kissing the hell out of him as I held on for dear life while he thrust back and forth. It felt amazing, but I wanted him inside of me more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life.
    Pulling away from his mouth I yelled, “Oh, God, Flynn! Fuck me! I need you inside.”
    I almost died when he shook his head in the negative. “No sweetness. I promised, and I’m not letting you down. Wanna be deep in this pussy babe, filling you with so much come that you can’t keep it all inside, but tonight isn’t the night.”
    I shivered and cried beneath him, desperate to come but needing something more than just the friction against my clit. “Please! Oh Flynn, please, please, please. Put. It. In. I’m begging! I need… I can’t… PLEASE ! Fuck me!”
    He growled as he captured my mouth with his again, but he didn’t fuck me. Instead, he thrust two fingers inside me and fucked me with them instead of his cock. He moved his fingers in time to his thrusts against my clit. It felt so good, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he slammed them in and out at a breakneck speed. Within seconds, I was screaming as my body hit orgasm at a million miles an hour. One orgasm led right into another when he pulled his fingers out and then pushed back in with three fingers, harder and tighter than before.
    “God! Fuck Tess… Such a tight little cunt. Grip my fingers babe and come again. You feel fucking amazing.”
    My keening wail as I came again was met with a yell of Flynn’s as his cock erupted on my clit, the force and the heat of his orgasm causing me to tremble and shake beneath him as his fingers continued to fuck me until my own came to an end.
    Rolling over, Flynn pulled me on top of him and rubbed my back as I came back to earth. His heart thundered under my head, his body slick with sweat. As I regained some semblance of reality, I realized that I was also drenched with sweat. I’d never gotten sweaty during any kind of sexual encounter before, but with Flynn, it seemed natural. The combined scent of the two of us together was beautifully erotic and comforting all at the same time.
    Clasping my hands together on his chest, I settled my chin on them and looked up at him. He smiled down at me, his look one of adoration.
    Smiling tentatively at him I said, “I wanted you to take me, Flynn. I would never have been angry or held it against you if you’d complied. I hope that isn’t what held you back.”
    Pulling me further up his chest, he kissed me before settling me into the nook at his side and wrapping his arms around me.
    “I know you wanted me to, and don’t think for one second that every fiber of