My Second Chance at Love

Pictures

Andrew’s POV…

She’s agreeing to me taking pictures of her. My balls are so heavy and I don’t understand how. I’ve come more in the last eighteen hours than I have in weeks. s**t, I’ve come more since that night at the bar when I met Emma a little over a week ago than I have in months. Every time I talk to her, I have a raging hard d**k.

I pull our phones out from behind my back and she knows I’ve set her sexy ass up as much as she’s set mine up with her clothes. I expected her to be shocked by my audacity but I think it turned her on even more.

“Emma get back to work, sexy little ass.” She smiles and bends over. I don’t even bother to turn my phone on silent. I want her to know. Once she’s bent all the way over and her perfect pink p***y is peeking out, I snap it. When she pulls out my t-shirt and shakes it and her t**s bounce so good, I snap it again. Damn those are good. She folds it and looks at me with her hands on her hips. Bam, another one. She cracks a big ass smile.

“Andrew Miller, how many do you need?”

“Emma, I could fill my camera roll with you and your perfect body and it wouldn’t be enough.”

“Mmmhmmm. I hear you.”

She turns and goes back to folding. There’s not much left. I’ve got an idea for later. Just the thought has my d**k leaking. She opens the washer and throws her sheets in and turns on the dryer.

“One hour. Now give me my phone.” I hand it to her and she immediately steps up and scrapes her teeth across my earlobe.

“Emma, you’re gonna make me have to wash these shorts again if you don’t stop that.”

She steps back and snaps a picture of me. The head of my d**k is still sticking out and I can feel the cold air on it, so I know it’s wet. I look her dead in the eye, grin, and flex bigger than I ever have for her.

Her eyes roam all over me and I see her n*****s harden. She snaps the picture and drops her phone. She’s on me so fast I catch her in mid air. I attempt to pull her panties down but with her legs wrapped around me they rip in my hands.

“s**t, Emma, I didn’t mean to rip them. I really liked them.”

“Keep ‘em then. They weren’t comfortable at all.”

Oh hell. I shove them in the pocket of my gym shorts. I’m gonna add those to the sexy little purple ones from last night. This girl won’t have any panties left. I immediately remember my idea from earlier and pull back from her kisses.

“Emma, I want to do something for us. It’s for both of us. I want it for me and I want you to have it for you. Okay?”

“Okay, what?”

I pull her toward the stairs and grab her phone on the way. When we reach the bottom, I pick her up. This time, when I toss her over my shoulder, her face is at my d**k, and her legs are split on either side of my head. Every step up, results in her licking my d**k. My tongue is running up and down her little slit the entire way up the stairs. By the time we reach the top, I’m slurping her. I still set her down gently, then kiss her hard.

“You taste how sweet you are, Emma?”

Her eyes are wide open on me. I pull her in the bedroom. I stand in front of the mirror and put her in front of me facing the mirror too. I use my feet to open her legs. I hand her my phone and squeeze a breast with one hand. The other hand slides between her legs and begins to rub and circle. When she’s so turned on that she’s breathing like she’s run a full marathon, I begin to whisper in her ear.

“I want to remember how sexy you are when you’re turned on. Take the picture for me, Emma.”

She does. I look at it and it’s perfect.

“Your turn, Emma. If you could have one picture to remind you of the control you have over me, how powerful and sexy you are, what would it look like?”

Her eyes widen. She was so close to coming and I know I’ve denied her but I need her this needy.

“Oh, umm, I don’t know.”

“No! When do you feel in control? When do you feel your sexiest?”

“When I’m on you and grinding and you can’t take it,” she blurted out. That’s what I love about this girl. She’s honest as hell when she’s horny. I hand her phone to her.

“Where do you want me?”

“On the couch.”

“You don’t want to see yourself in it?”

“Oh, ummm,” she darts her eyes down. So she does but doesn’t want to trouble me. I grab her jewelry box and start taking the stairs two at a time. I get to the bottom and stroke myself a couple of times. I set up the mirror where she’ll have a good view.

I sit down and look at her. She drops on her knees and takes me in her mouth. “s**t, Emma this wasn’t part of the plan.”

She pops my d**k out of her mouth with an audible noise, “can I have two pictures?”

We’re made for each other. I just nod at her. She can have whatever she wants.

As she gets settled in and begins to really work my d**k, I forget about the pictures. I’m all in. My hand is on her head and the other is behind my head. She swirls her tongue and I almost lose my load. Click. s**t. I was so damn close.

She stands back up looking at her phone. She’s smiling so big. She flips her phone around and I’m surprised at the amount of pleasure and the utter lack of control on my face. She literally owns me in that moment. Her face is full of pride. She immediately climbs on top of me.

“Don’t you dare come early. Well, if you do, you have to promise to leave me completely boneless some other way,” she’s grinning mischievously.

I think this may be the most fun during s*x I’ve ever had. I also realize that if she doesn’t get off while she’s up here, it may send her spiraling back to the thoughts of being broken. I steady myself for holding out, no matter how damn good it’s gonna be.

She straddles and positions me. I slide right in. She’s so wet that there’s immediately a droplet rolling down my balls. I start rubbing her breasts and pinching her n*****s. I can’t wait to feel her squeeze me when she comes. She’s already tightening. I look at her eyes and she winks. I feel it in my stomach. She pushes her hips down and back, grinding hard on me. Oh damn. I bite my lip. When she slides back up she rotates. She continues this torture for a solid five minutes. I’m shaking. My legs are shaking and I taste blood. I fling my head back, squeeze my eyes shut, and attempt to get my breathing under control as I grab her hips hard. She’s probably gonna have bruises from how hard I squeezed her.

Thank god, I hear the click of her phone camera. I know I’m in control again. My eyes pop open. She smiles triumphantly at me. I slide my hand under her ass and rub her juices there. I bring that hand back and start to circle her c**t with plenty of pressure. I growl in her ear, “don’t f**kin stop. Grind that d**k baby. It’s yours. Grind it. Come on it. Squeeze it. Milk it. You own me.” And that was it. She started coming as soon as her release started I let go and I think I felt my load shoot back out at me, I released with such force. I’m still growling in her ear, “that’s my girl. Your mine, aren’t you. Squeeze that d**k. Swear it’s yours. Never gonna leave you. Swear to god I love you.” Oh s**t. I honestly hope she didn’t hear me. Neither one of us are ready for this conversation.