Resting his forehead against hers as he tried to catch his breath, he asked, “Are you ready to lose another layer of inhibition?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I brought both my camera and my camcorder,” he answered gruffly, already imagining the scenes he wanted to create. There was no way in hell he was going to use his phone to record her because he’d probably accidently send it to all of his contacts and then half of the world would get to see Flynn at her most vulnerable, her most glorious.
“I still think you’re insane,” she said with a slight tilt to her lips.
“I’ll delete it afterwards.” He just didn’t say how soon afterwards. Or if he’d make a copy first. Or give her a copy so they could enjoy it together at either house.
Or she could just move in with him…. If she said yes to the question he planned on asking her in two months, she’d be moving in with him regardless. He’d just rather have her move in sooner rather than later.
“Promise?” she asked, sitting back and looking at him with sincerity that made him feel like a bastard for lying but there was no way in hell he’d be deleting the video.
“Yes,” he said with his fingers crossed. “Now, will you let me film you?’
“Oh, God!” Her smile was self-conscious as she covered her face with her hands and screamed into her palms. Lifting her eyes, she looked at him and nodded, “Yes.”
Kissing her lips in a quick, hard kiss, he bounded out of bed with all of the enthusiasm of a boy on Christmas morning. The light was perfect, unless that was simply Flynn, and grabbing the camcorder, he turned it on and faced her. Her legs were crossed to hide her womanly charms, one of her hands was covering her breasts while the other tried to cover her face, and she was giggling. He zoomed in on her face, the sparkle in her eyes as she tried to hide from him. “Come on, Flynn, it won’t be much of a video if you keep yourself hidden from me.”
Wrapping a hand around her knee, he pried her legs open and focused the camera on that part that made her entirely female. She grabbed a pillow and jerked it between her legs, crying out in laughter, “Winter!”
“Flynn!” he teasingly mocked, reaching for the arm covering her breasts and slowly drawing it away from her body. Her breasts rapidly rose and fell in excitement and nerves but she didn’t fight him. Brushing his hand lightly over her nipple, watching it tighten into a hard nub, he managed, “Lay back, Flynn, and let me do this.”
Holding his eyes as he held the camcorder, she eased onto a pile of pillows so she was propped up slightly. Her hands fluttered uselessly over her stomach as she offered him a shy smile and his dick twitched with an emotion other than animal lust. Panning the lens down her body, he captured the beauty that was Flynn and it was almost too much for him to bear. This amazing woman loved him.
Gently nudging her legs down, he watched in awe as she let her legs fall open, exposing herself to him entirely. Handing her the camcorder, he breathed, “Hold this and don’t you dare stop filming, love.”
Instead of turning it off like he feared she would, she held it up and recorded him as he took a sweet nipple into his mouth and gave it a gentle pull. Releasing the bud with a silent pop, he kissed his way down her smooth stomach before he pushed his nose into the fragrant petals of her sex. Inhaling deeply, letting her scent fill him, wash through him, he closed his eyes and let out a soft groan. Tilting his head up and looking directly into the lens, he growled, “This is mine.”
With that, he slid his tongue along the swollen flesh and took the tender nub of her clitoris into his mouth. Flicking it with his tongue, he slid one of his fingers into her tight pussy and stroked her internally. He never got tired of eating her pussy, especially since she always seemed so surprised when he moved down her body, no matter how often he did it or how fervently he told her he loved it.
The fingers of her free hand curled into his hair as she held the camcorder with the other. Her body started to move as she lost herself in sensation and he knew that the video was going to be shaky but he didn’t care. If he ever had to be away from her, he wanted to relive this moment. Keeping his eyes focused on her face, he pressed his fingers on the spongy section that brought her so much pleasure. Her moans filled the air as she came closer and closer to her release.
Sliding his finger out of her wet depths, he started to slide it to her luscious rear when her hand released his head and grabbed his wrist. “Not back there. I’m still a little… tender.”
“Keep filming,” he rasped, sliding his finger back into her pussy, adding his tongue to drink up all of her moisture.
After a few minutes of her getting increasingly agitated, her muscles clamped around his fingers, his tongue, as she came. Before she finished, he grabbed the camcorder and caught the last of her O face, the beauty of her features twisting in pleasure-pain as orgasm rippled through her body. As he stood, his dick twitched and practically touched his belly and when she rolled over and crawled towards him, her eyes dark with wicked promise, he trembled.
He fucking trembled.
Stopping in front of him, she smiled a sultry smile, “Hey, you.”
Brushing her hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek, he cleared his throat. “Hey.”
Wearing nothing but a smile, she wrapped her fingers around his erection and purred, “Do you want my mouth or my pussy?”
“Both,” he managed to say, his mouth dry. Touching her lower lip, his finger clinging to the damp flesh, he added, “But I want your mouth first.”
As she ran her tongue along the underside of his dick, he thought he was going to drop the expensive piece of equipment. Somehow he managed to hold on. Holding his eyes, she took the tip of him into her mouth and used her tongue to play with the sensitive ridge. After a few moments of shallow bobs, she released him with a little pop, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his dick. “Is this okay?”
“Keep going.”
She made love to the camera as much as she made love to him, fully embracing the experience instead of shying away from it. His dick wept as she took him into her mouth and hummed. Relaxing her throat, she let him go a little deeper and he felt it all along his balls and back. Holding her hair out of her face, he had to concentrate on filming his dick going in and out of her mouth instead of the luminous light in her eyes as she sucked him off.
“I’m going to come,” he choked out a second before she released him and used her hands to finish him off. His spunk splashed over her face, her breasts, reminiscent of their first time together. Instead of being nervous or embarrassed, she licked the ejaculate from her lips and rubbed the viscous fluid over her breasts.
He stepped away from her to capture her entire body, the way she sat on her knees in the middle of the bed, her legs spread wide. His spunk gleamed on her heaving breasts and she wore a secret, naughty smile. Running her hands over the fluid, over her flat belly, she touched her pussy and purred, “I want you to fuck me, Winter.”
“Give me a minute to recover,” he panted. “And to change the battery.”
The first video ended on her joyous laughter as the image of her naked body faded to black.
Because he needed time to recover, they went on a tour of one of the local wineries and enjoyed a few samples. Flynn was a little embarrassed by her earlier behavior, blushing whenever he mentioned the word ‘camera’ or ‘film,’ which was often because there were other tourists at the winery and he loved seeing the color stain her cheeks.
When they got back to the cottage, he turned on all of the lights in the bedroom and set the stage, so to speak. The mirrors were strategically placed around the bed, soft music played in the background, and Flynn sat in the middle of the bed wearing nothing but a silky robe and watching him with curiosity and a hint of uncertainty. With a camera set to record on one tripod and a second tripod ready for the camera he held, the room was ready to go. He was going to capture all of the angles of Flynn, from the moment he penetrated her to the big finale.
> “You are going to erase the videos, right?” she asked again, looking at the camera on the tripod as well as the camcorder he held.
“Mmm,” was his non-committal response, since his hands were full and he couldn’t cross his fingers. Well, he could erase the videos, after he made a master tape splicing the two together. Smiling at her, pleased with his logic, he said, “Yes, I’ll erase the videos.”
She nodded her head in silent relief and he felt a little bit guilty. He vowed to himself that no one else would ever see the video. He’d lock it in his vault and view it when he was completely alone. Or if Flynn was with him.
Holding the camcorder up, he pushed record and softly demanded, “Take the robe off, Flynn. Nice and slow, as if you’re trying to seduce me.”
“But it doesn’t take all that much to get you going,” she pouted prettily, her eyes sparkling with laughter even as she shook with nerves. Straightening her spine, she untied the knot and let the edges hang open, revealing a hint of the naked body beneath. She let the material slip off one shoulder but she held it closed as she did a little strip tease. Reaching between his legs with his free hand, he began to stroke his shaft, loving the way Flynn’s lips parted and her eyes grew heavy with desire as she watched him.
Her grip on the robe loosened and the material fell to the bed with no further ado. She kneeled before him like a virgin goddess, naked and trembling and so damn beautiful it made his teeth ache. “Touch yourself.”
Color flooded her cheeks as she tentatively slid her fingers between her legs and lightly touched the neatly trimmed curls. He motioned for her to go on and the color darkened but she slid a finger between her pussy. A soft moan slipped past her lips as she gently rubbed her clitoris and her body began to sway in the rhythm of sex.
As her eyes slid closed, he stepped closer to her and rubbed his cock against her hand, her curls. Zooming in on the contrast between her soft, pale flesh and the hard, angry color of his dick, he wrapped his other arm around her waist and eased her backwards onto the bed. “I’m dying to fuck you now.”
Her legs parted and he kneeled between them. Piling some pillows beneath her hips to raise her lower body, he asked, “Are you ready?”
“Always.”
Her pussy glistened with moisture, and he growled as he aimed the camera downwards. “Look at that pretty, little pussy, weeping to be filled.”
Grabbing the base of his dick, he slowly pushed it into her tight pussy, loving how the lips stretched around him as her body engulfed him. Heat and wetness cushioned his dick, wrapping it in pleasure. As often as he had fucked her, he didn’t think he’d ever get used to how damned good it felt to be in her. “So wet, so ready for me. Hear the sweet sounds she makes? That’s all for me.”
When he was finally buried deep in her body, he twisted around and set the camcorder on the second tripod. It was focused on the center of the bed and could be controlled by the little remote he now held in his hand. He would have been able to focus on her pussy if he had continued to hold the camera but it was more important to fuck her properly and have the whole of her recorded than it was to focus on only one delectable part of her.
Coming over her, putting a hand on either side of her head, he fucked her slow and sweet and then fast and hard, bringing her close to the edge and then backing off until she was begging him to let her come, making love to her for an eternity. Her nails scored his back as he denied her once again and it sent raging pleasure through his blood. Losing control, he thundered into her body, making her back arch off the bed, making her scream. As her vaginal muscles clamped down on his dick, he thrust one last time and stopped, filling her with his seed. “You’re mine.”
“Yes!” she screamed, tears spilling down her cheeks as emotion and orgasm pulled her under.
Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed next to her slender body. He gently brushed the tears from her face, smiling at the tired smile she gave him, “That was amazing, Winter.”
“Get some sleep,” he ordered gently but it wasn’t necessary as her breathing evened and she passed out that fast. Running the tip of his finger over her face, tracing the curve of her cheek, the line of her nose, he felt that emotion explode in his chest and fill him with warmth and happiness and contentment. Pressing a soft kiss to her lips, he finally spoke the words out loud, “I love you, Flynn Rogers, and I’m going to make you my wife when all of this crazy shit is done.”
His eyelids drifted shut and it was a good five minutes before he remembered the cameras. “Shit.”
Sliding out of bed, sauntering towards the camera and then the camcorder with his dick swaying between his legs, he bent down and grinned, “She’s all mine.”
Putting the equipment away, he turned off the lights and crawled back into bed with the woman he intended on marrying. Wrapping her in his arms, he fell asleep with a smile on his face and love in his heart.
Chapter 19
By the time the guests started to arrive for Storm’s party, Flynn was a mess. Two months of blissful existence had flown by in a haze of pleasure and happiness and at times she was even able to forget about Winter’s deal with Melissa. But then she’d see a magazine with their picture and another headline about an impending wedding or a looming pregnancy and that queasy, sick feeling hit her gut and she freaked a little bit. Winter was always quick to reassure her but it was still difficult seeing the man you love plastered all over the magazines practically married to another woman. Obviously, whatever plan Melissa was working on wasn’t going to be set into motion until the very last possible moment.
Despite the fact that he had wrapped up filming, it was still difficult to arrange their schedules. If their relationship wasn’t a dirty, little secret, they would have been able to spend oodles of time together. But they agreed not to be seen together in public after an innocent picture of the two of them appeared in a magazine. Even though the article didn’t mention the mystery woman in the photo, since she looked like just another customer at the coffee shop, it was a reality check. The next time, they might not be so lucky.
So no public events.
Because he didn’t own a house in the area, preferring the country where the pirate ship was built, he still lived with Melissa. Flynn went over a few times but the air was thick with quiet tension and it had been too uncomfortable to stay. He had offered to get his own place but it would have been a waste of money since he didn’t actually plan on living in the area after Storm’s party. Flynn could have kicked herself in the ass at least a dozen times for talking him out of wasting his money like that, even though it would have raised too many flags if he were to move out of Melissa’s.
So no alone time at his house.
Then there was her tiny apartment that she shared with Fallon. Winter spent just about every weekend with her, at least the ones he wasn’t hanging with his son. Fallon always acted fine with the arrangement but Flynn still felt guilty just in case it had bothered her sister, especially on those days when Fallon just wanted to wear grungy clothes and pick at some junk food. Luckily, Fallon was spending more and more time at Harry’s place, though Flynn wasn’t sure if Winter invading their apartment was the cause or the excuse.
She once asked Winter why he liked spending so much time at her microscopic apartment and he had told her it was because she was there. It had melted her heart and he had gotten lucky.
They talked on the phone a lot and she learned more about Storm’s parentage, about Winter’s relationship with his family, about his past, about the film industry. Winter also got to learn a little bit more about her. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lot to tell because she was just starting out and so far, he had been with her through a lot of her major life changes.
As she stood in the window on the third floor watching cars drive up the long, winding drive, strong arms wrapped around her waist and she was being hugged from behind, “Don’t worry about it, love. You’ve done an amazing job and everything is perfect.”
“I’m s
till nervous,” she admitted, leaning back into Winter’s embrace one last time before the festivities began. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Harry laughing at them as he came out of his room dressed in gleaming cook whites. He had been there since the day before prepping and whatnot and the cake that he made was sitting in the walk in fridge so everything was good to go.
“Go change into your pirate costume,” Winter softly ordered. “But leave your panties off. I want to know that you’re walking around with nothing between your lovely pussy and my cock.”
She smiled, “Except for a herd of six and seven year olds, at least fifty celebrities and a severe lack of privacy.”
“There are plenty of places to steal a few minutes and since you’re leaving me tonight…” he trailed off.
“I want to stay but I promised Fallon that we could have a girls’ weekend,” she reminded him. “I do it for you, you know.”
“How so?”
“Okay, I’m doing it for me,” she corrected. “But only because I plan on spending the rest of the week with you.”
“Hmm,” he murmured, thoughtfully, teasingly. “I wonder why that could be.”
“Because all I want for my birthday this year is you,” she told him, turning around in his arms and looking up at him with lust and love burning in her eyes. “I’m thinking naked birthday dinner, naked birthday dancing and naked birthday sex.”
“Right!” he said, suddenly smiling as he teased her. “I get to enjoy a naked birthday girl.”
“Not nearly as much as I am going to enjoy a naked Winter.”
“I think I’m going to start celebrating a little early and steal a kiss at the party, maybe a little more,” he promised. Sliding his hand down the front of her body, he cupped her over her jeans, “Now, go change.”
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