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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of our Love
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Chapter 15: Be Every Color That You Are
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It was a nice May afternoon. Chris and I were enjoying staying in. We were in our LA home, and had already brought home Chinese for dinner. We sat on the floor in our living room on a blanket, having a makeshift indoor picnic.

“I’m not too big on Chinese, but this stuff is good,” I said through a mouthful of noodles.
Chris nodded. “You have to be in the mood for it.” He forked a bite of his blackened chicken and offered it to my lips. “Try mine.”
I opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me a piece of his blackened chicken.
“It’s good, but spicy,” I said after I had swallowed.
“Whenever something is blackened, it usually means it’s spicy.” He winked at me.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said.
“Let me try some of yours now.”
I laughed. “Oh, I see. You let me try some of yours only so that you could try some of mine. You know, that can sound pretty provocative.”
“Shut up and feed me.”
“You didn’t ask right,” I said waving a piece of my bourbon chicken in front of his face.
“Please.” He opened his mouth, and I couldn’t resist.
I fed him the piece, and he ate it, his tongue slipping out to lick off the excess sauce on his lips.
“You’re getting me pretty turned on,” I said.
He smirked. “What? From watching me eat? You need a life.”
“I have a life, thank you. You’re the biggest part.” I fed him another piece, just to see him lick his lips again.
He ate the slice, and sure enough, his tongue poked out to clean off the bourbon sauce.
He fed me another one of his in return, and I ate it, my eyes never leaving his.
“Do you want some noodles?” I asked. I took some noodles between the chopsticks, and held them to his mouth.
He opened up, and took what I offered, but one noodle hung down over his chin.
“Let me help you with that,” I said. I leaned over and took the noodle between my lips, sucking it right into my own mouth.
“This is so cliched,” Chris said. “Like Lady and the Tramp!”
“Uh uh. In Lady and the Tramp, their lips met,” I reminded him. “Your lips didn’t meet mine.”
“I can fix that.” He leaned in close and pulled me in for a deep kiss, nearly knocking me backwards into the rice.
I grinned, and licked my lips when he broke the kiss. “You almost made me spill the food.”
“Let’s finish it then, so that I can ravish you and not have to worry about it,” he said, forking one of the last three bites of his chicken.
“So am I your dessert?” I asked with a smirk. I popped another piece of bourbon chicken into my mouth.
“Well, we do have those brownies we made earlier, but I always did think you go great with dessert.”
I grinned, and ate the last piece of my chicken. He had finished his, and was moving onto the rice. “Are you done wit this?”
I nodded. “I’m more of a noodles person than a rice person.”
“You finish the noodles then, and I’ll finish the rice.”
“Sounds good to me!” I said. I then proceeded to finish the noodles while he finished the rice.
When we were done, I grabbed the two fortune cookies, and tossed him one. “Let’s open them together.”
He nodded, and we undid the packages. We broke the cookies apart.
“You read yours first,” I said.
“All right.” He looked down at his fortune. “Love will keep you up at night.” He smirked. “It seems to know us all to well.”
I laughed. “Yes, it does. I enjoy keeping you up.”
He grinned. “And I enjoy keeping you up. Now read yours.”
I looked down at mine. “Express your creativity and shine.”
“Maybe that’s a sign your new album is going to be a hit,” Chris commented. He started gathering up our trash.
“Or it could mean I should take pictures. I’m not only good at music you know.” I winked at him.
He smirked. “Oh, trust me. I know that very well.”
I grinned proudly, knowing he was referring to how good I was at sex. “That too. Seriously though, I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks now. I’ve been wanting to take pictures of you.”
He smirked. “Pictures? What kind of pictures?”
I helped him pick up our trash and carry it to the kitchen to throw out. “Well, provocative pictures. I want you to pose nice and sexy, so that I have some pictures to look at whenever we can’t be together.”
He tossed out what he had, and held the can lid open for me. “I don’t know. What if they get leaked to the public?”
I tossed out the trash I had. “Trust me. They will be for my eyes only.”
“The sex tape was supposed to be for our eyes only, and look where that got us.”
“I’ll be even more careful this time. I can put them I a safe box. and if they did get out, which they won’t, I promise to let the media get ahold of naked pictures of me too then.”
He smiled. “You’d do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you.”
“Well then, let me repay the favor. You may photograph me.”
I squealed, jumped up and down, and clapped my hands, not caring how gay I knew it must make me look.
He laughed, and pulled me into a kiss.
This was going to be so much fun!
B∞C

“Are you almost ready? I’m tired of lying here.” Blake had instructed me to lie down on the couch in nothing but my low-rise jeans, but now he was nowhere to be found.
“I’ll be there in just a second! I promise it will be worth your wait.”
I sighed, but waited patiently.
A moment later, he came out, and I suddenly knew why he had said it would be worth the wait. It most certainly was. He was wearing the leather pants I had gotten him for Valentine’s Day. They were tight, and didn’t leave much to the imagination since he was clearly not wearing any underwear with them.
I moaned. “Gosh you look sexy.” He was even wearing eyeliner. He was wearing a button down silver dress shirt, and his feet, like mine, were bare.
He licked his lips and smiled. “You like it?”
“Like it? Oo, baby, I love it!”
He set his camera aside, and went over to the couch. He straddled me. Before I could say anything, he pressed his lips down hard on mine, and began kissing me roughly and passionately.
I moaned, and kissed him back with just as much intensity.
When he broke the kiss, I was panting. “Dang, what brought that on? Not that I’m complaining.” I smirked.
“You look so sexy in those pants. They ride so low...” He leaned down and kissed the crease where my legs met my pelvis.
I watched him, stroking his hair.
“And I wanted your lips to look like they’ve been kissed by me in the pictures. Which, thanks to me, they just have been.” He crawled back up my body and grinned, proudly.
“So, are you going to take those pictures before we’re both in no condition to do anything other than screw each other senseless?” I asked.
He moaned. “Good point.” He got off of me and headed back over to his camera, and a moment later, he was ready to start shooting. “Now, put your arms above your head, and rest them on the armrest.”
I did as told. “Anything else?”
“Rest the bottoms of your feet on the seat of the couch, and keep your legs spread just a little bit apart.”
I did as told, and he snapped a few shots. It was a Polaroid camera, so the pictures fell to the floor.
“Lick your lips, and stare right into the camera.”
Again, I did as told.
He snapped another two shots. “Undo your button and zipper.”
I wasn’t wearing a belt, so when I undid my button and zipper, my pants were wide open.
“Touch yourself.”
“Blake, no.”
“You said you’d pose for me. I don’t need any lame clean pictures. I want dirty ones. Very dirty ones.” His voice was low, and he licked his lips.
I bit my bottom lip, holding back a moan as I did as told.
“Heck yes! Keep biting your lip like that. Yes, keep touching yourself like that.” He continued to snap the pictures, and I had to admit it was kind of fun. It would only be for Blake’s and my eyes anyway.
“Take them off.”
“But that will leave me naked,” I said, in mock surprise. He had asked me to wear the jeans without underwear.
His eyes darkened. “Exactly”
I slipped them off, and tossed them to the floor. “Now what?”
“Now I want you to go back to the first position you were in with your arms up and resting on the armrest.”
I positioned myself as ordered, and he snapped another couple of pictures.
“Now touch yourself again, like last time. Only this time, say my name as you do. Close your eyes and throw your head back.”
I smirked at him. “You’re so kinky.”
“Just do it.”
I did as told, and even with my eyes closed, I could see the flash of the camera, and hear the click, click, click of the pictures he was taking.
“Now stand up and get on all fours on the floor.”
“Blake, I’m going to look stupid.”
“Please, just do it.” His face was starting to look a little flushed.
I licked my lips, and did as ordered.
He took another picture. “Now face the wall and place your hands up against it. Keep your legs spread wide, like a strip search.”
“You get turned on by the weirdest things,” I said, doing as told nevertheless.
After he took the picture, he had another order. “Now, rest your back against the wall, and touch yourself. I want you to give me a smile. You always look so innocent when you smile. I want to see you looking innocent while doing something no so innocent.”
I did as told, and he snapped a couple more.
After that last shot, I was tired of posing. “All right. Now it’s my turn. I want you to pose for a few shots. After all, I’m going to need something to look at too, you know.”
I thought I was going to have to fight him on this one, but I didn’t. Instead, he grinned. “All right.”
I grinned too. This was going to be so much fun!
B∞C

“I kind of liked the idea of Chris taking pictures of me like this. I was also curious as to what poses turned him on.
“We’ll start off simple. Turn around so that you have you back to me. Look over your shoulder at me, and smile knowingly. I want your hands cupped over your butt.”
I did as told. “You can be dirtier than that,” I said. I smiled as he took the picture.
“In due time,” he said. “Now, turn around and grip your crotch. Lick your lips too.”
I did as told, and he took another shot.
“Now start unlacing your pants.”
As I did, he snapped a few shots.
“Pull yourself out of your pants, but still keep the pants on.”
I smirked. "Now you’re getting there.” I did as told.
He snapped a few more. “Start stroking yourself.”
I moaned, and did as told. This was so erotic. Probably one of the most erotic things Chris and I had ever done together.
He snapped several shots then. “Take the pants off, and lie down on the blanket.”
I did as told.
“Lie on your side and prop your face up with your hand.”
I rested my elbow on the blanket, and placed the palm of my hand underneath my chin, allowing my fingers to lie flat against my cheek.
“Hold your cock with your free hand.”
I did as told, and he snapped a couple more.
“Shoot,” he said after those shots. “The film has run out. Do you have more?”
I nodded. I got up and headed up to the bedroom. A moment later, I came down with another two full rolls of film. I loaded the camera. “Now what?”
He looked down at the camera. “Does that thing have a self-timer?”
I nodded. “It can be set to go off every ten seconds.”
“Set it up. I want some of us together.”
I moaned. “You are so kinky.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“Good point,” I said as I pulled over the tripod, and began setting up the camera and timer.
“Done! We have ten seconds and counting before the next shot is taken,” I said.
In a flash, Chris had me tackled down onto the floor.
I let out a surprised “Oomph” as we hit the floor.
He then began kissing me heatedly.
I moaned. He was so sexy above me. His lips were warm and soft against my neck. I closed my eyes, only vaguely aware of the sound of the camera snapping a picture.
B&infn;C

“So, do you want to be on top, or shall I do the honors?” I was so turned on by this. I had no idea how much of a turn on it would be when Blake had first mentioned it.
He nipped at my neck. “Whatever you prefer, baby. You know I’m easy.”
I smiled at that. “Only for me, right?”
“Mm, of course.” He continued nipping down my neck.
I brought my lips to his ear, and spoke in a lust-filled voice. “I’ll top then. I love being inside of you, and I want to be able to look back at the pictures and see the look of purse bliss on your face as I take you.”
“Do you want me to go up and get the lubricant?” he asked, nipping down the side of my neck.
“No, I wanna rim you.” I said it in a matter-of-fact way.
Immediately, his eyes darkened. “Is that a promise?”
“Why don’t I show you?” I began kissing down his chest, but as I did so, I kept my eyes locked with his. I dipped my tongue into his navel, and then gently rolled him over onto his stomach. “Are you sure you want this?” I teased.
He let out an impatient growl, and arched backwards towards me in response.
I chuckled, and then slowly let my tongue probe its way inside.
His moan echoed off the walls almost immediately, and I let my tongue glide in deeper, trying my best to maneuver it in such a way that would stretch and prepare him nicely.
He gripped the blanket beneath him, and let out a few swear words as I continued to give him incredible pleasure.
The camera must have taken about six or seven shots by the time I was done preparing him.
I rolled him back over on his back, and then ran my hands slowly up his chest as I kissed him deeply. “Mm, how do you want it, baby?”
His eyes were more lust-filled than ever by now. “ I want you on your back so that I can ride you.”
I moaned, trying my best not to lose it right then and there. “I think we’re going to need more film.” I looked over towards the camera, which had just shot out its last picture.
“Lie down, and I’ll load it quick.”
I did as told, and a minute later, Blake had reloaded the camera.
When he came back to me, he straddled my lap. "Are you ready for me, baby?”
I smirked. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?”
Blake shook his head. “I’m always ready for you.”
“And I’m always ready for you.”
He began lowering himself down onto me.
I gripped his hips tightly and he pushed down until he had every last inch of me inside.
I moaned, resisting the urge to slam into him. “You’re so tight.”
He grinned, and leaned down as close as he could get towards my ear. “And you're so big. I bet no one else can fill me as deep s you do.”
“I really want to pound into you right now,” I informed him.
“Well you better.” He nodded towards the camera. “That film is our last roll.”
I gripped onto him tighter and began my rhythm inside of him, getting turned on even more at the sound of the camera taking pictures.
He threw his head back, moaning loudly, and swearing a little bit more in the process. He then looked at me again. “You better hurry up, baby. I want to have a picture of you when you come.”
I let out a long and guttural groan, almost losing it instantly. I increased my pace, now determined for us both to come before the last picture had taken.
“Yes, Christopher, just like that!” he gasped, when I hit his prostate dead on. He started throwing himself down onto me.
I groaned, trying my best to match his pace. The pictures continued to fall around our bodies as we made love.
Our groans and moans filled the room for the next few moments, and I finally felt my orgasm starting from my toes, and heading straight for my cock.
“Blake!” I gasped out, “I’m so close I’m gonna...”
“Me too. Do it! Do it right now. Come inside of me. I want to feel you come!” He threw himself down hard onto my erection, and that did me in. I screamed out his name as I came, and clung to him as if my life depended on it.
He came simultaneously, spilling his passion all over our chests.
I groaned, and fell backwards, for I had arched up a bit as I came.
Blake was panting, still straddling my lap. Finally, he slid off of me and lay down beside me. He took me into his arms and kissed me deeply, gently rubbing my back.
I instinctively kissed me back just as the last photo took.
He grinned, breaking the kiss. “Perfect timing, huh?”
I laughed. “Yeah!”
We kissed some more.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you,” he replied.
We kissed for a moment more, and then Blake stood up and extended his hand to me.
“Bed?”
“How about a shower first, and then bed?”
He grinned. “Deal!”
I grinned as well, and took his hand, allowing him to help me up and lead me to the bathroom. We’d enjoy the pictures in the morning.
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