Skin Deep
I woke spooned with Sean in the minimalist hotel, my sopped golden mane dripping across an arm, which limply dangled toward my backpack stuffed with clothing. In the direct, heavy light flooding from thrown-back dusty curtains, I was naked and mostly exposed. My foot tangled with his under the scant white sheet, and I flailed briefly then coiled in the bed, hunting for more room. It was hopeless.
His lanky body draped my back with my head tucked near his chin, allowing about an inch for my broad frame.
"Mmm, hi angel," he groaned sleepily, long dark hair tickling my side as that gravitational skidding from the bed feeling pulled at my breast and hip.
The digital clock read noon. I grabbed my numb arm and dredged it to the mattress then pushed back against him hard. -Still no good. "Morning baby," I murmured then finally flopped around until I faced him, the sheets a white knot at my ankle.
Half asleep, his chest heaved another sigh, and his arms wrapped me like a new blanket. I kicked the sheet from the bed then nosed his neck and snuck my legs between his, wiggling until I smelled the hotel soap on his skin.
"Do you want to get up?" I asked quietly, nudging him until he was on his back.
Slender arms squeezing slightly, his head lolled lazily. "Mmmm nah uh," he murmured against my hair.
My teeth dragged to his pale coral nipple, and I grazed it gently. "Are you sure?" I asked.
The peak contracted like his groan, and I felt him tense under my breasts. His cock stiffened completely against my thigh.
"Have to pee," he sighed, silvery leaf-green eyes slowly slipping from under a long dark fringe.
I grinned and kissed his face, pressing my lips against his temple lovingly. "Hope you're getting up for that, or we'll owe them a bed," I teased.
His fingers curled around my naked breast and squeezed, gently working the quarter-sized pink nub into a tiny berry with his thumb. "Can't," he murmured over my little moans.
I slunk from his slender hips, pouting at the cool of the bed as I watched him stumble sleepily toward the bathroom. I didn't even remember what it looked like, I realized, and I didn't remember bringing my bag in from the car the night before.
–Mmmm, the night before. If I could have kept him forever, hot and panting, I would have. I DID remember him bouncing on my thighs, riding the big vibe in his ass like the antidote to a particularly virulent poison. I remembered the pleasure-filled clench of his face as he exploded for the first time in my squeezing slick cunt. I remembered his tight ass vibrating against my hand and his smooth chest covered in hot bursts of his cum. I wanted a picture of every moment.
I glanced at my bag again.
"Gotta love technology," I murmured, unzipping the case of my Kodak digi-cam.
Sean asked, "Hmm?", and I nearly dropped the camera.
Clutching it to my stomach, I turned and gazed at him as he pulled the bathroom door closed then snapped a picture of him in his boxers. It would definitely be one of those shots for my hard-drive, the kind I'd drool over like a thirteen-year old scouring the pages of Teen, once he finished visiting.
He sat beside me, and I bit my bottom lip. "I'm feeling a little exposed here," I said, casting a baleful glance at his boxers.
He wrapped his arms around me and put the camera beside the clock. "Better?" he asked, nuzzling my hair.
I shook my head then tangled my legs around him, tugging him to the bed on his side.
He slowly stroked my ribs, and I felt his eyes on my face a few times, though mine remained closed.
"Ya know, I think you're beautiful," he murmured, his thumb following the line of my lower abdomen.
I sucked in a harsh breath but didn't argue. My mind spiraled through its usual denials. I was too thin up top, too fat below. My slate-blue eyes were squinty and my nipples too big for my small breasts. The list was endless, but Sean was cautious with his compliments.
"I know it doesn't matter what I thi...," he began.
I crushed my lips to his, fingers curling against his warm damp shoulders as he caressed the soft brownish-red patch below my pelvis. My hips rocked to his rhythm, and I moaned softly.
"Maybe it matters a little," I quivered, my leg draping his hip and trying to urge his fingers closer to my molten core. My clit throbbed again, begging for his attention, but he continued slowly petting me, occasionally splaying his fingers against my abdomen or inner thigh.
Kisses washed like steamy raindrops along my throat, his soft moans teasing my ear.
When my head fell loosely and my back arched, he lapped at the smooth skin of my chest, drawing tight circles around the nipple with his tongue. My eyes slipped half-closed, aroused into bucking against an invisible cock as he played with my slick fleshy outer lips. His fingertips traced the cleft into my body, and I whimpered loudly, his gentle teasing coaxing more juices from my overflowing folds.
He brushed my lower lip with his slick fingers, and I lapped at one then took it deep into my mouth. Sean moaned, and his hips wriggled toward mine as my cheeks hollowed around his offering. The camera flash jolted my eyes open again. Apparently, we had the same idea.
He grinned and showed the still capture of me sucking his fingers.
"Good, but I plan on taking tons of pictures of you," I breathed, nipping the curve of his wrist lovingly.
"Mmm?" he asked, cupping my cheek.
"You should probably get even now and get yours in," I whispered hoarsely, "then draw me." Maybe he could show me what he found so exciting.
He smiled and kissed my lips several more times. "Mmmk, but you can't cheat and distract me."
I screwed my face into a wide-eyed look of innocent insult.
"Known you too long for that to work," he snorted.
I took the camera from his hands and turned on the video capture. "So, Mr. Strikkuj, what do you look for in your models," I drawled, the camera angle sliding down his body. His chest tightened, and the thin black cotton of his boxers twitched.
Sean laughed and snatched it back. "She should be able to hold still for a lo..." he started seriously, as he centered it on my face. The sleek silver-lidded eye slid progressively lower on long moans from its operator as my tongue flicked and teased warm skin.
I grinned mischievously and nudged his boxers down completely around his knees.
"...or she could do that," he sighed, zooming in on me as I rubbed my face against his thigh.
I lapped gently along the inside, gazing at his tilted chin.
Propping his back on pillows, Sean eased a hand over the bed and retrieved a mechanical pencil and white booklet. "You promised not to cheat," he groaned loudly as I cleaned his pre-cum drenched cockhead with a long swirl of my heavy tongue.
I lifted his legs onto my shoulders, my arms bracing his thighs as my fingers surrounded his nipples. Their warmth gently pressed the tight nubs in while my nails scraped around them. "I need to be like this for the drawing I want. Is it *really* cheating," I asked with a pout, my broad lick following the reddened line of his taint, "because I think you like it."
"Uhghmm, not cheating," he trembled, a knee jerking against my shoulder, "but won't get much drawing in."
His wobbly hands lifted the camera again then snapped pictures of me between his thighs, his elbows drawn tight against his chest.
I moaned softly, slowly suckling each of his balls like small tits.
"Mmmm, I want to see these in clamps," I whispered, pinching and tugging gently at his nipples. He yelped, and I soothed the excited nubs with more gentle strokes. "I bet you wouldn't stop squealing for me."
"Mmmmhmm," he moaned behind more snaps and flashes from the mechanical eye.
"Maybe... with a strap?" I broached, exhaling warmly down his blushing taint.
"Ohhmmmm, I'd bounce and moan like a horny bitch," he breathed on a long shuddering gasp.
"Are you my horny bitch," I drawled softly.
He sucked in a loud gasp and nodded several times. "Mmm uh huh... I'm your horny bitch," he groaned.
As my nails scraped his chest into hot red lines, the camera flashed several more times. I rubbed my finger across his fluttering hole and surrounded his hot thudding head with my mouth.
"Mmmm suck me," he grunted, his hips bucking the fat fleshy tip deeper.
Grinning around it, I tugged back enough to cradle his pulsing end on my tongue, gently rolling it side to side in my mouth.
"Seliiiiiiiiinaaa," he protested hotly, the camera clutched limply in his hand.
I squeezed his hips lovingly and rubbed my face against his frustrated pole. "Put the camera on the table," I commanded, "on video."
He fumbled with the menus, groaning and bucking his hips into my ministrations before he found the right settings. The camera clicked as he put it on the table, and the lens adjusted its depth, automatically finding its moving targets.
"I want you to draw me," I murmured, kissing the seam of his cock slowly, "while I suck you off."
