I took a few shots, being extra careful to not shift and catch any of her breasts. But once those were done, I said screw it to caution and kept clicking as I shifted around her. When she saw me rounding her side, camera lifted and still clicking, she gasped and jerked her hands to cover her breasts.
“Oh, c’mon, Supernova,” I coaxed. She pried her middle fingers free and stuck her tongue out. “Real mature.”
“Well, let me take some pictures of you naked, then.”
“You want a dick pic? Because I will happily pose for one.”
“Of course, you would.,” she laughed, rolling her eyes.
“I have a better idea,” I said, closing the distance and pulling her into my arms. Flipping the screen, I positioned it as best I could and snapped a pic just as I pressed my lips to hers.
She abandoned her breasts and wrapped her arms around me. Losing myself in the moment, I randomly snapped, giving most of my attention to the woman in my arms. I walked her back, arching her over the rocks where she stretched her arms out and back. Pulling the camera back to my eye, I pressed my hand over her pale breasts, fingering the hard ball through the petal-soft nipple, growing harder at her gasp, and shifted my fingers enough to cover the bare minimum. My tan skin stood stark against her pale flesh, and I snapped. Her chin a shadowy blur beyond the exquisite line of her body arched back.
I took picture after picture as we shifted. My mouth on hers, on her chin, neck—her nipple. She stole the camera when I lifted her up and buried my head between her thighs. She dug her hand into my hair, and the whir and click of the camera had me diving in, even more turned on by her memorializing me eating her pussy.
When both of us were on the edge of desperation, I picked her up and practically ran to the camper van for a condom. The camera was tossed aside, and nothing else mattered for the rest of the night but her and me.
The way it should’ve always been.
The way I was going to make damn sure it always did.
Twenty-Five
Nova
Warmth. More warmth than I expected on a morning in mid-February.
But then the warmth shifted, and the creak of the van doors preambled the bright sun pouring into the small space.
Then the warmth was back, and this time, I wasn’t just warm, I was wet.
Wet kisses started at my knee and worked higher. If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.
A large hand pushed my thigh up and back, broad shoulders making themselves at home between my legs. A rough thumb swiped through my folds up to my clit. I gasped, arching up to follow when he pulled away. Before I could protest, a tongue took the same path as his thumb, and I moaned as it slowly swirled around where I needed him.
I fisted the sheets and dug my heel against the mattress, trying to gain more pressure, to move right under his tongue instead of the torturous circles around.
“Parker,” I whimpered. “Please.”
His laugh vibrated against my skin, sending tremors all the way down to my toes. Another long slow lick from my opening back up, sucking on my folds before finally returning back to my clit. This time two fingers worked their way inside me, curling and twisting, and I couldn’t take not seeing him. I squinted against the brilliant morning sun and edged even closer to coming when I took in his tan back sprawled between my legs.
I burrowed my hands into his hair and rocked my hips faster and faster, racing toward my orgasm. A third finger joined and pushed deeper—harder. His tongue finally flicked across the sensitive bundle at the same time he sucked, and within seconds I was coming. Every muscle in my body pulled tight, the waves of pleasure surging through my nerves until I was crying out and riding his face to get every last ounce of euphoria.
I fell trembling back onto the mattress, gasping for air, dipping my chin just far enough to look down my body and watch him smile up at me as he swirled his tongue through my folds, bringing me down from my high. I committed the image of the Parker Callahan between my legs, the tip of his tongue gathering my cum from every inch he could reach. I was so entranced by the sight, the stunning rocky desert behind him couldn’t even pull my attention away.
His hard cock stood tall when he leaned back onto his haunches, finally releasing my thigh, and I could think of nothing else but wanting to return the favor.
“Good morning,” he finally greeted me.
Instead of saying it back, I moved quickly, pushing him back against the wall of the van.