Picture Perfect

“Ohhhh… babyyyyy… don’t stop!”
    He chuckled against me and shook his head to let me know that he understood. My hips moved of their own volition, straining against him as I sought relief for the ache that had been building for hours. Sliding two fingers in deep, he began thrusting inside of me in tandem with his tongue at my clit.
    “Oh please, please, please, please…. FLYNN ! I’m coming!”
    My head whipped back and forth on the pillows as I came. I felt myself releasing onto his tongue, heard his fingers thrusting into my wetness as my orgasm went on and on. I was out of control, sky diving with no parachute as Flynn’s tongue and fingers kept up the torture that was so intense that it hurt, but in an incredibly good way. The feeling of his tongue sliding through my fingers and against my clit was crazy intense, and my body continuously bucked up into his as I sought the contact with his tongue.
    His two fingers slid out for a moment and I groaned because I wanted them back. I didn’t miss them for long because he slid three fingers back in as he rubbed inside of me right against a spot that had me seeing stars.
    My body erupted in a wave of orgasms, my breath lodged in my throat as I struggled to remain conscious. Only Flynn held me to earth because the rest of me was long gone as my body quaked and flailed helplessly beneath his tongue and fingers.
    I felt rather than saw him taking position over me, my eyes snapping open to find him looking at me with fire in his eyes.
    “You’re so fucking sweet babe. I fucking love eating your pussy. You know what I love more than making you scream as you come on my tongue?”
    I shook my head mindlessly as I tried to focus on him, but my body was the boss right then, not my head.
    Pushing my knees back against my chest, he thrust into me with one powerful surge that I felt in every cell in my body. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he plunged into me, his every movement slow but incredibly deep.
    “What I love more is burying myself in your exquisite little cunt and holding on for dear life as you squeeze the fuck out of my cock and my heart. Never in my life have I felt anything as incredibly good as being inside you. Never .”
    Grabbing the camera again, he powered it on and handed it to me. “Take some pictures baby.”
    I clenched around him as I moaned, beyond turned on by the sight of him over me. I snapped a series of pictures of the two of us joined together and a dozen or more of him on top of me before I lost the ability to take pictures, so I turned the camera off and gently dropped it on the floor next to us. I whimpered as I began to meet him thrust for thrust, pushing my hips upward to take every beautiful inch as he surged inside of me. His pubic hair danced against my clit every time his balls smacked my ass, and the room filled with the sounds of both of us losing whatever tenuous hold we had on ourselves.
    The flimsy mattress was squeaking so loud that I knew that anyone who was in a room on either side of us could hear every punishing thrust, but I didn’t care.
    “Play with your tits babe. Pinch those gorgeous nipples for me.”
    I did as he asked, rolling and pinching my nipples between my fingers as he kept up his never-ending assault on my senses. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him as he entered and then retreated repeatedly, his plunges deep and hard. This was not sex as a sprint; it was a long distance marathon and my body was ablaze.
    Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulled me hard against him as his thrusting increased in speed and depth. Both of us were out of breath and I kept letting out keening cries as he pounded in and out like a mad man, gaining momentum the longer we went on instead of slowing down. My sex gushed as I met him at every thrust, begging him never to stop.
    I heard the phone ringing in the room, and we both ignored it. No one knew where we were, so the call wasn’t for us. I continued to scream out as his thrusts reached maximum depth, every one of them slamming into my cervix in the most delicious of ways.
    “Fuck,” He yelled, “So fucking good! Baby !”
    The phone continued to ring, but we were both coming to the end of our journey and we didn’t care. I yelled for him to fuck me harder, begged for him to come inside of me as the mattress squeaked in protest so loud that it was like having a squeaking bed soundtrack playing at top volume.
    I felt my orgasm coming on like a