Picture Perfect

buildings down. It’s terribly tacky but right now, it’s going to save our asses. You’re going in and renting a room. I’d do it myself but we both know that’s a horrible idea unless we want the paparazzi banging on the door. But on the subject of cameras- bring your little camera when we get into the room. We’re taking pictures.”
    I liked this plan, found it kinky and funny at the same time. When he pulled up in front of the motel, I ran inside and got the room renting process underway. Five minutes later I was seventy dollars poorer but had a key to a room near the back of the parking lot in my hand as I hauled ass back out to the car. I told Flynn where to park and he had the car off and my door open less than a minute later. Clearly I wasn’t the only one who was desperate.
    We were like to sex crazed idiots as we struggled with the lock, laughing in relief when we finally got the door to open. I had about sixty seconds to take in the surroundings (these were not attractive accommodations, but desperate times called for desperate measures) as Flynn yanked the hideous polyester comforter off the bed and tossed it on the floor.
    The comforter wasn’t even settled on the floor yet when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. I let out a breathy laugh as I bounced, then all humor disappeared when he came down on top of me and captured my mouth in a kiss that was pure sin.
    I whimpered helplessly as he suckled my tongue in his mouth, the ache in my core so intense that it was making me frantic.
    Lifting his mouth from mine, Flynn looked into my eyes. “Fuck babe, you’re already there aren’t you?”
    I nodded even as I arched against him, my body begging him to take the edge off.
    “Take your clothes off baby.”
    I had my shorts, tee shirt, bra, underwear, shoes and socks off so fast that I’m pretty sure I set some kind of speed record. Flynn only had his tee shirt and shorts off, and I was too hot to wait any longer. Lying back against the pillows, I spread my legs and slid my hand between my legs. I cried out when I realized how wet I was. Even though I knew that I was beyond aroused, I was stunned by just how drenched I actually was.
    Flynn’s eyes focused entirely on my fingers as I rubbed against my clit. Grabbing my camera he powered it on and took a few dozen shots of me pleasuring myself. Even when he stopped taking pictures, he was so absorbed with my actions that he continued to watch as he took his clothes off.
    “Jesus baby, you’re so damn wet. You need to come badly don’t you?”
    Shivering, I nodded my head as I rubbed quicker. “ Yessss ….”
    “Spread your legs wide babe and hold your pretty pussy lips open for me. I’m not about to let all that sweet cream go to waste.”
    I spread as wide as I could and then held myself open for him, crying out as he used the flat of his tongue and took one long, slow lick. Pressing my feet into the mattress, I lifted myself toward his tongue.
    “Please honey.... I need you so bad!”
    His response was a warm breath on my ultra-sensitive clit, the feeling so other worldly that I cried out and shuddered beneath him. I was literally throbbing, my need for him taking over my body in a way I’d never experienced.
    “God, Tessa, you’re so fucking hot. My baby’s pussy needs my fingers and my tongue doesn’t it?”
    I was past the point of playing, and it made me demanding. “Stop torturing me goddammit. It hurts Flynn. Make. Me. Come.”
    Smiling at me he asked, “Is that an order, or are you begging?”
    Glaring at him I shouted, “It’s whatever you want it to be. PLEASE!”
    “Like I said babe, your pussy is greedy. I fucking love that because it means your body knows that it belongs just to me and it understands that I’m the one that can make it sing.”
    Watching his head descend back between my thighs was so sexy that I swear I swooned for a moment. I loved the silkiness of his shoulder length hair as it tickled my inner thighs almost as much as I loved his tongue wiggling and sliding all over my clit. Everything he did with that mouth, from talking to singing to kissing to oral sex blew my mind. The Gods had been very generous with Flynn’s mouth; of that there was no doubt.
    I panted and moaned as he worked me over, my brain a big vat of mush stew. Circling my sex with his tongue, he did five quick sucks on my clit. I cried out as my back arched and my free hand fisted in his hair as I held him against me.