Picture Perfect

dawn light with her back arched and her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. She was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen and I was in awe of how this one girl managed to make me feel things that I’d never thought I would.
    My romantic thoughts came to a screeching halt as she clenched and unclenched against me at least a dozen times in quick succession. I let out an involuntary groan as she did it, before I smiled when she brought her head forward and looked down at me.
    Her face was flushed, her eyes glazed with passion as she smiled at me. “Just checking to make sure you’re awake baby.”
    “Buried in the sweetest most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, I’m sure as shit not sleeping through that, babe.”
    Another dozen clench and releases against my shaft had me breaking out in a sweat. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I used to be incapable of coming with girls, but with Tessa it took concentrated effort not to come too soon.
    Leaning forward she captured my hands in hers and held on as she picked up speed. Every one of her little clenches was bring me closer to the edge of my control, and I was barely holding on.
    “Fuck baby… you keep squeezing like that and I’m going to erupt!”
    Instead of slowing down or letting up, she went faster and clenched even tighter. Her breath caught, her back arched and her head dropped back as she came around me. I loved watching her come. I found it to be one of the most beautifully erotic things I’d ever seen. Letting go of her hands I clasped her hips and started thrusting up into her in mindless ecstasy as my own release claimed me.
    Dropping her head onto my chest, Tessa kissed the spot over my heart before laying her cheek against the same spot. I massaged my fingers gently through her hair, causing her to purr appreciatively against my chest.
    Looking at the clock I realized that this was the earliest we’d gotten up all week, and that meant we could catch my dad while he was making omelets. Nudging her shoulder I asked, “Babe, you hungry?”
    “Mm… I could eat for sure. What do you have in mind?”
    “I’m thinking you and I jump into the shower, throw on some clothes and head over to my dads. No joke, my dad makes the best omelets on earth. You’re not going to want to miss this.”
    She sat straight up with a laugh as my cock twitched inside of her. Pulling off of me she smirked at me. “Down boy, at least until after we’ve been fed.”
    Once we were showered and dressed, we set off for my dads. As we came to the end of my driveway, I was annoyed to see a bunch of photographers lying in wait. I gunned the engine and drove off, anxious to be away from that type of shit. There was an ebb and flow to the paparazzi, and when you did something that put you in the limelight- such as announcing that you were retiring- you woke the beast. I’d known it would start to get crazy again the closer we got to the tour, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t start this early.
    “Jesus Flynn, they know where you live?”
    With a frustrated laugh I answered, “Yeah. Babe, it’s LA. It’s easy for people to figure it out. This is the life here, and for the most part, I’m used to it. It sucks when shit happens like this, but most of the time they leave me alone. Once we all stopped drinking and fucking around, we weren’t as interesting to the gossip industry so we’ve had a good run these last few years. It only gets like this when we’ve got something going on with the band. This will settle down as soon as we get on tour, and once I’m just a boring music executive, it won’t happen much at all.”
    Poking me in the side, Tessa laughed. “You’ll never be a boring music executive.”
    My dad lived close so we were there in no time. There was a Lexus SUV parked in his driveway and I assumed one of his friends had also dropped in for omelets. Everyone that he knew understood that when you wanted an amazing breakfast, you needed to haul ass to his house before nine in the morning.
    After opening Tessa’s door for her, the two of us linked hands as I walked her down the side of the house and we entered through the kitchen door. I’d been raised as a gentleman, so I let her walk in first while I brought up the rear. When she stopped abruptly, I walked right into her with a grunt.
    Looking over her shoulder, I saw the reason she had stopped walking, and it took everything I had not to applaud. My dad and Sandra Thomas had clearly been kissing,