Ah, Tuesday of the honeymoon. Tuesdays are good. This Tuesday we finally have Glee back! Hurrah! But until then you can enjoy this chapter! :)
October 8th, 2019
He was running down a hotel hallway but his feet weren't touching the ground. Like in a swimming pool he slowly moved forward as he tried to get to the end of the hall where he knew what he'd been searching for was waiting. Finn didn't know exactly what he was searching for but he knew it was important.
As he got closer and closer to the end the hall seemed to grow smaller and smaller until he was hunched over and crawling forward. He came to a door which opened on its own and revealed a train station. There were two tracks in front of him and faceless people milling around waiting for the trains. On his left was a row of computers while on his right was a blur of space. Off in the distance he could see a forest glowing in the twilight.
He was standing there wondering what was going on until one of the faceless women came up to him and tried to speak to him. As she had no mouth, no words came out and he couldn't understand what she was saying until she pointed at the track where a train shaped like a large black SUV pulled up and opened. The woman shoved Finn into the car-train and off it went.
The track was like a rollercoaster and Finn was having a blast. He was flying over a city that had a purple and pinkish glow as the car-train went through a loop and a corkscrew before coming to a stop at another station that was a winding tower from top to bottom. Finn got off and began to panic as he realized his luggage was nowhere in sight. He had to find it! Rachel would kill him if he lost their luggage. Then he remembered Rachel was inside the luggage! Now he really had to find it.
Finn searched frantically for the carousel that would have his bags on it but all he could find were luggage carts lined up along every wall. With every floor up the building got lighter and lighter until finally he came to an open ceilinged building. He looked around him and found he was in a mall and the bad guy from Scream was running at him with a bloody knife.
Scared out of his mind, Finn's eyes widened as he ran screaming his head off from the psycho killer who wanted to rip open his guts. He zigzagged through the mall hoping to lose the guy but it was no use, he was running through water again and the killer was gaining. Finally the killer backed him into a corner and just as he was about to strike Finn slammed his eyes shut and braced himself.
But nothing came. He opened his eyes and instead of finding a psycho murderer he found Rachel wearing his football uniform. She was swimming in his shirt and fighting to keep the pants up as both were huge on her. When she noticed Finn staring at her she asked him to help her keep her pants up so she could kick the ball. Finn had other ideas however.
Things quickly shifted from Rachel in his uniform to Rachel out of his uniform and going down on him. Her lips felt great and his eyes closed as she sucked him. He moaned and whined until suddenly she was squeezing his junk too tightly and his eyes shot open and instead of finding Rachel's mouth on him Pixie was chewing on his penis!
Finn shot up in bed, his head slamming against something hard while his dick throbbed and felt really warm. He heard a thump to his right as he rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes.
"Jesus Finn!" Rachel yelled as she came up from the floor next to the bed rubbing her forehead as well.
"Rachel?" he asked uncertainly.
"No, it's fucking Ronald McDonald. Yes, it's me!" she barked angrily. "Who else would be riding you on our honeymoon?"
Finn was confused. "Wait, you were having sex with me?"
"Yes Finn. I was trying to give you a nice wake-up call since I know you like them so much but then you had to head-butt me!" She stood up completely naked and still massaging her forehead.
"Sorry, I just had a…weird dream. I didn't know…" He looked at her sympathetically as he put his hand out to pull Rachel back onto the bed with him. She didn't look happy but she took his hand and let him pull her into his lap. She straddled his legs as he held her against him with one arm and ran his fingers over her red forehead. "I'm sorry baby. I didn't know you were on top of me."
"It's okay. I guess I shouldn't try to wake you up like that anymore."
"I think we should go to the hospital because you're talking crazy," he joked. Rachel chuckled a little. "I love the kind of wake-up calls only you can give me. Like I said, I was just having a weird dream."
"What were you dreaming about?" Rachel asked before looking down to notice Finn's erection poking into her stomach. She had just gotten him hard and began riding him when he shot up and knocked her off him and the bed. Rachel really wanted to finish what she had started. She lightly stroked Finn's length causing him great difficulty to speak.
"It's not important," he said quickly before crashing his lips against Rachel's again and leaning back then rolling to lay Rachel on her back.
"It must be if it distracted you from sex," Rachel replied as Finn kissed down her neck.
"It really isn't Rach." He moved his head lower to kiss her chest before licking a trail to her nipple and sucking on it.
Forgetting about Finn's dream and being head-butted, Rachel gave into the tingles and let him make it up to her. He went down on her until Rachel couldn't stand it anymore and needed him back inside her. She ripped his head up by his hair and got on her knees pulling him against her body. Finn pressed her back against the headboard and with long slow strokes drew out the pleasure until Rachel was coming around him and clawing at his behind trying to make him stay inside her.
Once she could think a little straighter again, Rachel helped Finn achieve his own peak then they both fell back onto the bed with their heads at the foot.
"Glad to see I didn't wear you out too much yesterday," Finn announced looking over at Rachel with a smirk.
She rolled onto her side to face him. "This is probably the only week we'll ever have to have sex every day without interruption. I want to take advantage of it."
"I like the way you think." He smiled and pulled Rachel's head closer to kiss her. "Are you suggesting another sex marathon day?"
"No. We're in France. I would like to see more than just the airport and this room while we're here. We're going into town today," she said with an air of finality. "We should get ready."
"Can we have shower sex again?" Finn hoped Rachel was still horny enough to allow it.
"Tell me about your dream," she said in a random non-answer. She looked at him expectantly.
Finn stared at the ceiling. "Why do you want to know about my dream so bad?" He didn't get it. Since when was Rachel into his dreams?
"Because, I saw your face while I was on you. You looked really happy then suddenly upset and then you threw me off the bed. I'm just curious as to what runs through your mind."
"If you really want to know, I was happy because I had a dream that you were giving me head." Rachel smiled and he realized that's exactly what she had been doing to him that morning. "But then it got weird." She stared at him waiting for him to elaborate. "You kinda turned into Pixie and were chewing on my…business."
Rachel's face fell then hardened. "You had a dream that I was a dog?" she asked in a dead tone.
"What? No! I had a dream that you were you but then you were gone and Pixie was there instead and it freaked me out and I don't know why my head went there but I swear you were not a dog. You are a beautiful and sexy and gorgeous woman who I love and really want to have sex with again today and not end up on the bad side of so please don't take offense because I'm sorry and I would never think you were a dog," he groveled.
"You better not think I'm a dog," was all Rachel mumbled as she cuddled in closer to Finn.
"I would never. I've always thought you were beautiful and you always will be." Finn kissed her forehead. "So how about some shower sex?"
Rachel sighed and got out of bed. "I would like to get out of here before noon. If we keep having sex every time you want it we never will. When we get back for the night we can. Now I'm going to shower alone so that I can actually bathe." With that Rachel walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. Finn threw his head down against the bed. Damn.
About an hour later after Rachel forced Finn to shower alone and refused to get undressed for one more romp before exploring Nice, they were finally outside and wandering around the city. It was a beautiful day and perfect for exploring the sights. They found a nearby café and had breakfast and decided on a game plan.
"Nice has beautiful beaches but I was thinking of saving that for tomorrow. I really want to go shopping today. Outside of Paris, apparently Nice is the best place for it. So we could go to Rue du Paradis and Rue de Suède…" Rachel jabbered on about where she wanted to shop while Finn ate his eggs. He knew as soon as she mentioned shopping all he'd be doing was carry her bags all day so he didn't even bother listening. Honestly, Finn didn't care where they went as long as when they got back Rachel wasn't too tired to go at it a few times so whenever Rachel looked at him he just smiled and nodded.
When they were finished with breakfast they decided to walk around to take in the scenery until they came across a scooter rental. Finn had never driven a scooter before but he had ridden a bike and could drive a car so he figured how hard could it be?
Apparently very hard as he looked like he was riding a tricycle. His knees were into his chest and he was hunched over to allow Rachel to sit behind him on the vehicle as well. Once they were situated they jolted forward a few times before Finn finally got the hang of the gas, break and gear shift. Then off they went exploring the city.
As neither of them could read French it had taken a very roundabout way for them to finally arrive in the prime shopping district of Nice. They parked the scooter then walked down the Rue du Paradis.
Finn balked when he saw the prices in Euros for all the things Rachel was pulling off the racks. He couldn't do the math perfectly in his head but he knew that the price was higher in American money.
"Rachel, are you even looking at how much these things cost? We can't afford a €600 dress that you'll probably only wear a few times," Finn whispered his concern to Rachel who was blinded by the pretty colors and sparkles.
"Finn, I know how expensive these all are. And who said anything about buying? I just want to try them on." She handed yet another dress to Finn to carry.
"So you're dragging me around all day just to try clothes on that you're not even going to buy? Rach, you could go to Saks and Neiman Marcus at home! Let's do something here that we can't do in New York," Finn griped. He didn't want to be her mule all day for no reason.
"Oh you mean like have sex all day in a hotel room?" she said quietly, placing her hands on her hips. "Finn, how many times will I get to say I went designer clothes shopping in France? Even Kurt can't say that and he's the fashion fan!"
"But Rachel, this is boring and pointless. We could spend our time doing something else that Kurt can't say he ever did in France. We could go to that look out point thingy you were talking about or do some museums or whatever. I just really do not want to watch you window shop all day." Finn looked at her pleadingly with the puppy dog eyes and a slight pout.
Rachel sighed as the puppy eyes did her in. "Fine. We'll shop until lunch then we can do something you want to do."
Finn groaned. "Lunch? We just ate breakfast! That's hours away."
"Finn," Rachel leaned in close so he'd really hear her. "If you stop complaining I'll let you pick out whatever you want me to wear tonight from the lingerie shop down the street. Think about it…anything you want." She raised her eyebrow at him as the corner of her lips curled up. Finn gulped as he shook his head. He could handle being a pack mule for a few hours.
They milled around the Rue du Paradis for a while mostly looking at only expensive dresses Rachel wasn't going to buy. The entire time Finn tried to keep entertained by thinking about what he would get for Rachel to wear but if he let the fantasy go a little too far he would begin to get hard. This shopping experience was beginning to be a nightmare of epic proportions.
After a few hours Finn finally had enough. "Rachel, enough of this! We've been shopping for hours and you keep dangling skimpy underwear in front of me but have yet to deliver. I thought you wanted to see Nice? All we've seen so far is the inside of a bunch of stores!" He threw her bags – she had managed to buy a few things from some less expensive shops – down onto the ground.
"Finn! Don't just throw my stuff around!"
"They're just clothes! There's nothing breakable in there," he defended.
"So? You still shouldn't be throwing things around." She bent down to grab her bags herself. "I'm getting hungry and I told you we could do what you wanted after lunch. So let's go to the store now. Will that brighten your cloudy day?" she asked like she was speaking to a little boy instead of a grown man.
"Yes, it would actually." He grabbed Rachel's hand and began brusquely walking down the street toward the lingerie store, Rachel jogging to keep up behind him.
They entered the store and were assaulted by large amounts of pink and lace. Finn didn't know what to do. Everything looked exciting and like it would be fun to tear off Rachel later but he thought in this case less would be more.
"Go over there or something so I can browse. I'm picking this out myself and whatever I pick you have to wear. You promised," Finn stated reminding her of their agreement.
"I know. Just don't make it too complicated that I can't even get out of it when we're ready." She gave Finn a smooch then wandered off to let him browse alone. She was excited. Usually she took care of the lingerie herself as she knew what she did and didn't like and knew that Finn would like whatever she wore. Finn had helped her pick out the occasional pair of panties or bra when they ended up in Victoria's Secret together but he'd never gone off on his own to find something for her. She honestly wondered what he'd come back with.
She had just started looking at some satin chemises when a group of giggling women came out of a separate room to her right. Rachel wondered what was through there and decided to check it out for herself. Maybe this was more than just a lingerie shop and sold some interesting gadgets as well. When she pulled back the curtain and entered the room she had to stifle a giggle at what she saw. There was no way she was leaving that room empty handed.
Nearly an hour later Finn and Rachel exited the lingerie shop together each carrying a pale pink bag. They were both itching to know what the other had bought but both refused to reveal anything. They went to a nearby restaurant for lunch and Rachel asked Finn what he wanted to do.
"You know what I want to do," he replied waggling his eyebrows at her.
"Do you even have an off switch?" she chuckled taking a sip of her water.
"Hey, like you said, only week we'll get to have sex every day. Like you I want to take advantage and I really want to see how the thing I bought you looks on you.
"We have to do something else before we go back to the hotel for the night. We still have a few hours of daylight left and I don't want to waste them. There's so much we could do. There are a few art museums and Castle Hill where we can take some pictures. That's where the best views of the city are and we could get some nice pictures of us since we have yet to take any. You know our parents will want some."
"Then let's go there. As long as it's not more shopping I'm fine with anything," Finn said through a mouthful of chicken. "Can we just drop the bags off first? I don't want to carry them all over the place." Rachel nodded in agreement.
A few hours later after exploring most of Castle Hill or Colline du Chateau, Finn and Rachel had a couple hundred pictures of the scenery and Rachel posing in front of said scenery. There were a fair few of Finn and Finn with Rachel as well but Finn insisted on taking most of them of his wife. She looked beautiful in all of them. The camera loved her and she loved it and Finn was more than happy to play photographer all day. It wasn't shopping and Rachel was having a good time which meant later Finn would get to have a good time.
Around five o'clock they decided to go back to the hotel where Finn began undressing almost immediately.
"Finn, we've been back all of 30 seconds. Can I at least clean up a little bit first?" Rachel asked as Finn started pulling on her shirt.
He huffed. "If you must." He grabbed the bag with the lingerie he wanted her to wear in it and handed it to her. "I'll be waiting."
Rachel snorted as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Finn laid out on the bed wearing only his boxers flipping through the pictures he had taken that day. Nice really was very beautiful and he had taken some great shots of it and Rachel. One in particular was perfect. The light had been hitting her in just the right way through the trees and she looked absolutely angelic in the soft glow that bathed her.
He looked through them then thought about Rachel wearing what he'd picked out. He knew she'd look sexy in it and he was dying to see her. The problem was she'd probably never wear it again as Finn would most likely destroy it like he did with most of her stringier pieces. He couldn't help it that those were his favorite and drove him to animalistic wildness. But then he noticed the camera in his hands. Maybe the physical pieces wouldn't last but he could forever cement them with some tasteful photos.
Eagerly, Finn rolled out of the bed, camera still in hand and walked into the bathroom. He snapped a picture before Rachel knew what was happening and caught her off guard. It was a hot picture too as Rachel only had her pink panties on in it.
"What the hell are you doing?" she screeched at him as she covered her body with her dress. "Finn, you are not taking pictures of me naked! Now go put the camera away!" She pointed out the door.
"But Rach, it would be super hot," he began persuading.
"I don't care if it would be hot. I realize I'm not a huge celebrity outside of Broadway yet but someday I might be and I cannot have naked pictures of me floating around out there. Even without celebrity I don't want naked pictures of me out there. Imagine if they fell into the wrong hands! Imagine if our parents saw them or our future children or Puck! I don't want to be like Paris Hilton or Kim Kardashian." She pouted as she thought of their scandals.
Finn moved closer to Rachel, placed the camera down on the sink then cupped her face in his hands. "Rachel, I promise I would never let these pictures get out. I'm not an asshole like those guys who let their tapes out were. We can lock them away in that drawer that you think I don't know about."
"How do you know about that?" she asked accusingly. "You're not supposed to know about that. How can I ever surprise you if you know all my tricks?"
Finn chuckled as he brushed some of Rachel's hair back. "If anyone could it would be you." He leaned forward to kiss her forehead protectively. Sensing her true hesitation and discomfort at the idea of being photographed so provocatively, Finn dropped it. "If you don't want to we don't have to. I don't want you to worry about naked pictures being leaked. Though, for the record, I would never leak them." He backed away slowly. "I'll let you finish getting ready." Finn exited the bathroom shutting the door behind him.
Rachel dropped her dress and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked down at the camera on the sink and picked it up. The picture Finn had taken of her unexpectedly was the first picture to pop up. It was just her standing in front of the sink looking through the bag Finn gave her wearing only her panties. She went to delete it but found herself hesitating to hit the enter button.
Finn did have a point. It would be super hot to play sexy lingerie model to Finn's photographer. Wasn't that part of why she liked to wear lingerie in the first place? It made her feel sexy and to have Finn take pictures of her when she felt sexy would be exhilarating. She had thoroughly enjoyed being photographed all afternoon with her clothes on. Would she enjoy it as much with them off?
Rachel shook the idea from her head. Like she told Finn, she was a budding star and could not handle a scandal. She didn't want to be seen as some tabloid gossip fad celebrity; Rachel wanted true shining everlasting stardom like Barbra and Patti. People with sex tapes weren't taken seriously. Even back in high school with the whole Run Joey Run debacle things did not end well and that was on a small scale without any nudity. No, even though in today's society people skyrocketed to the top through those means she refused to go that way. She would make it to icon status through legitimate talent.
She put the camera down and pulled out the ensemble Finn had chosen. Her eyes turned to saucers as she looked at the string. With some difficulty, Rachel untangled the mess and pulled it on. The bottoms had a sheer front with little round black details and strings running around her hips to her behind. Her ass was completely bare save for the two thin straps holding it all together. As for the top it was another shelf bra and even more revealing than the one she already had which was saying something considering neither covered her breasts at all. It had the same little round black details and thin straps held it together in back. To complete the ensemble was a pair of simple black satin elbow length gloves.
She stared at herself in the mirror when she had finished fluffing her hair and making sure her make-up wasn't a mess. Rachel had to admit she looked pretty damn fine. Before she walked to the door her eyes fell upon the camera once more and a brilliant idea suddenly popped in her head. A wicked grin crossed her features as she pulled her Wife robe on over her scantily clad body and picked the camera up once more.
Stepping out of the bathroom Rachel snapped a picture of Finn lying in wait on the bed. The flash dazed him momentarily. Rachel bit her lip and tossed the camera on the bed next to Finn.
"Where do you want me?" she asked in a sexy voice. Finn gulped.
"You mean, you'll…you're going to let me take pictures?" he asked, voice rising a few octaves with each word.
Rachel shook her head slightly. "But I have a few conditions."
"Anything," Finn said in a rush. He licked his lips as he felt his penis pop up. Rachel giggled at his response.
"I'm glad you said that. Anyway, my conditions are this. Number one, these pictures you take are never to leave our bedroom. When neither of us are looking at them they will stay locked in my drawer. You will not speak of these pictures to Puck or Chuck or Nick or anyone! If you do, I will burn them and you will be sleeping on the street." He shook his head at all her conditions before trying to move to get into a better picture taking position. "I'm not finished yet." Finn stopped moving.
"What else could there be?" he asked impatiently.
"See that bag there?" Rachel pointed at the pink bag she had got from the lingerie store. "That's for you. Also, my last condition…I get to take some pictures of you too. It's only fair," she said innocently.
Finn shook his head. "Let's start." He hopped up from the bed, camera in hand and motioned for Rachel to get onto the bed.
"You need to take the bag into the bathroom." Rachel picked it up and handed it to him.
He groaned. "What for? What's in here?"
A tiny knowing smile crossed her features. "Just go in the bathroom. I think you should go with the mesh." She pushed a confused Finn into the bathroom and began giggling to herself. Finn was not going to be pleased but Rachel thought it would be hilarious and sexy. Why should she always be the only one to dress up?
The door opened behind her. "You cannot be serious! Rachel!"
"You want pictures don't you? It's not that big of a deal to get what you want." Rachel smiled at him sweetly.
"You remember the last time you forced me to do something I didn't really want to do? The condom broke and you didn't talk to me for weeks. You want that to happen again?" Finn really did not want to do what Rachel wanted him to but he knew he was not going to win this battle. He'd whine and moan about it but Rachel would put on the pout and he'd give in and then there would be pictures of his humiliation but on the bright side he'd get some pictures of his own and really hot sex. Why did he let Rachel win all the time? Oh right, because he thought with his little head instead of his big one.
"We haven't used condoms in years and even if my birth control failed we are married with jobs now so it wouldn't be such a big deal if I got pregnant." Rachel clasped her hands together. "Please Finn, for me?" She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.
"But what about the year of wedded bliss or whatever?"
"The chances of me getting pregnant right now are very slim. Please Finny," she begged strategically pulling her robe down a little to reveal the strap of the bra he bought her. He felt himself get even harder.
"Fine," he grumbled as he shut the door. Rachel smiled at getting her way again. If he was going to take naked pictures of her she sure as hell was going to get her own of him.
Two minutes later Finn walked out in his Husband robe with a sourpuss. "I can't believe you're making me do this."
"Cheer up Finn. It's only for a little while and you will be greatly rewarded for pleasing me." She walked over to Finn and kissed him before untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor.
Finn's pupils dilated and his breath caught in his throat as he looked down at Rachel's body. It was even sexier on her than he imagined. She took a few steps backward.
"Alright Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my close-up," Rachel quoted from Sunset Boulevard as she crawled onto the bed.
"Who's Mr. DeMille?" Finn asked stupidly as his mouth began to go dry and his hands started to sweat.
"Never mind; just focus on me." Rachel was on her knees facing Finn. Neither was entirely sure how to begin as this was unlike any photo shoot Rachel had ever partaken in. "How do you want me?"
"That's a really loaded question," Finn stated before letting out a long, slow, steadying breath. Rachel giggled as she brushed her hair over one shoulder and tilted her head to the side. "Um, I uh, I guess just act like you would on any other photo shoot…but sexier."
"That's really helpful," Rachel scoffed sarcastically. She flipped her hair forward to fluff it out a little more so it would look 'sexier' then flipped it back again. Licking her lips she smiled and began lightly touching her gloved fingers to her bare skin.
Remembering the point of this Finn turned the camera on and a little shakily at first began snapping pictures of Rachel posing for him on the bed. She was amazing; like a sex goddess as she played for the camera and for Finn. If Finn didn't know better he'd have thought she was a pro at this kind of thing as she oozed confidence.
Rachel did some left over the shoulder poses and gave Finn some great side-boob shots then she laid out on her stomach looking back at him seductively as he captured her naked backside. She pressed herself against the headboard and smoldered as Finn snapped shot after shot and laid back on the bed rubbing her legs together as she trailed her fingers over her stomach.
As she got even more comfortable with the situation, Rachel sat back on her heels spreading her knees apart and pulled her gloves off before slipping one hand under the sheer fabric to run her fingers through her slick heat while the other tugged on her taught nipple. She moaned and mewled while she touched herself and after a while every picture Finn took came out blurry because he couldn't hold the camera still anymore. When Rachel saw how tented his robe was and how much his hands were shaking, she decided to take the reins.
"My turn now, mister." She crawled forward on all fours to rip the camera from Finn's hand. She stood up on the bed. "Strip!" she yelled at him when he had yet to remove his robe.
"Do I have to do this?" he whined.
"I can delete these…" she threatened until Finn stubbornly relented and untied the knot. He shucked the robe and spread his arms out as if to say 'come at me; laugh it up'. Rachel couldn't help herself. She burst into hysterical laughter, entire body shaking as she stared Finn up and down.
If he had thought it embarrassing walking the halls of McKinley in his white boxers he had been wrong. This was way worse and it was only him and Rachel. He couldn't believe when she shoved him into the bathroom with the bag full of man-lingerie that she was serious. There were five in there and each one was worse than the last. There was a simple black pouch g-string, an elephant head thong, a camo Tarzan loincloth thong, bright pink booty shorts with a zipper down the front , and lastly the one Rachel wanted him to wear, a really weird mesh thong that didn't actually cover his junk but rather prominently displayed it.
Once Rachel's giggles died down she walked to the edge of the bed and wrapped her arms around Finn's neck. She cradled his head between her boobs before leaning down to give him a very passionate kiss.
"Thank you Finn. I love you so much," she said before pulling away and beckoning him to join her on the bed.
"You better. I wouldn't put on a mesh thong for just anybody." He crawled on his knees toward Rachel. "I swear if these pictures get out, especially to Puck, I will never have sex with you again."
"Oh my dear, I think that would hurt you more than it would hurt me," Rachel said humorously as Finn pressed her back against the headboard.
"I'm serious. I know you can't resist all this and when you want it most, I'm going to say no. I went about 17 years without sex, I could do it again. I'd hate every second of it, but I could do it."
"If you think you could go longer without sex than me you are insane. You get turned on when I sneeze without a bra and try to jump me every chance you get. I think I could definitely outlast you, but I don't plan on finding that out right now. Right now I want to see you in some provocative poses so I can objectify you." She smacked his tush and darted around him, snapping a picture quickly of his butt before he could turn around.
"Mhm…I think these ones are my favorite," Rachel announced as she stared wide-eyed at Finn's protruding man-business when he turned around. She licked her lips and bit her lower one.
"I don't get the point of them. They aren't even covering anything."
"Yes, and this bra and panty set is so supportive and useful," she replied with sarcasm.
"It is useful. It got me hard." Finn smirked at her as he stared at her breasts intently.
"Well that's the point of yours. It's making me quite wet. Now less talking and more posing!" Rachel demanded taking another picture.
Finn was not as carefree and confident as Rachel had been with her little photo shoot. Whether it was his lack of training in the ways of acting or just feeling uncomfortable having his junk being photographed Rachel wasn't sure but he was trying for her and that was enough. He laid out on the bed on his side propping his head up with his arm while his one leg was stretched out and the other one bent. He flexed his muscles and fondled himself and shook his butt at Rachel when she told him she wanted some booty shots. After a while he got into it a little more and started making Arnold Schwarzenegger Mr. Universe poses and playing to the camera. Rachel got some really great and really sexy pictures to remember her honeymoon sex by.
Eventually Rachel grew tired of taking pictures and really wanted to have sex. Her clit was throbbing in want and she had been wet for at least an hour now. Rachel put the camera on the desk and crawled over to Finn who was leaning back on his knees. He literally ripped the panties off Rachel and picked her up to hold her against him as he slid into her.
She was dripping wet and so warm as he settled inside her and she gasped when he reached down to finger her clit.
"Fuck me Finn. Fuck me," Rachel said over and over as she rolled her hips back and forth and side to side on him. As both of them were hyper turned on they were coming fast as Rachel bounced in Finn's lap. She cried out loudly when she reached her climax and leaned back to prop her body up with her hands as Finn pushed himself up and gripped her ass to thrust into her faster and join her in bliss.
When they were both spent, Finn collapsed on top of Rachel, their hearts beating wildly next to each other. He reached his arm out and grabbed the camera from the desk. He wanted to see how the pictures had come out and if he made a good nude male model or not. When he looked at the camera though he noticed a little red light was on. He flipped it around and realized it was recording.
"Uh, Rach," he said hesitantly.
"Yeah." She was breathless as she recovered from their romp.
"Did you turn the camera off before putting it down?"
"No, it shuts off automatically after a few minutes. Why?"
"Don't…don't get mad. It's actually kinda hot, but, uh, I think you may have accidentally hit record."
"What?" Rachel shrieked as she forced Finn off her and snatched the camera from him. She looked at the camera and sure enough there was a video. Rachel hit play and could see herself crawling over to Finn and getting on top of him. The sound quality was rather good too as they could hear every sound either of them made while fucking. This wasn't happening. Rachel hadn't just accidentally made a sex tape. "We have to delete it!"
"What? No!" Finn protested as he fought to get the camera back from Rachel. "We'll just add it to the drawer. No one will ever see it."
"Finn! Naked pictures are one thing but a sex tape? We have to get rid of it!" She tried to snatch the camera back but Finn was too strong as he held her at bay.
He shook his head no rapidly. "We are not deleting this. I promise no one will see it but us. I mean, come on, we have a sex tape now. How hot is that? We can have sex while we watch ourselves have sex." Finn looked excited at the prospect.
"That's sounds ridiculous Finn." Rachel crossed her arms over her chest.
Finn snorted. "How is it any more ridiculous than us watching porn together and having sex during that? Same thing just we'll be watching us instead." He looked at her pleadingly. "The drawer has a lock on it for a reason Rach."
She bit her lip as she thought about it. It was kind of hot that they had a sex tape now. And one thing she did notice about porn was that it was never from the woman's point of view. Suddenly she got a brilliant idea.
"Give me that." She waved at him to hand it over.
Finn was hesitant however. "Are you going to delete it?"
"No, I want to make another little video."
Finn's eyebrows shot up into his hair line. "You want to make another one?" he asked skeptically.
Rachel shook her head seriously. "I find that the porn we watch is always from the male point of view. I want to change that." She smiled at him devilishly then took the camera from his hand and scooted up the bed until she was against the headboard.
Finn was intrigued to say the least. Seconds earlier she was trying to delete the far distance, poorly positioned video of them and now she was rearing to go up close and personal from her perspective. Rachel was crazy but man did he love it.
He got between her legs and started rubbing himself to prepare for another round but Rachel stopped him. "That isn't what I had in mind." She pulled Finn's head down to kiss him then pulled away and shoved his head further down until his face crashed into her lady bits. He arched his eyebrow as he looked up at her with his mouth against her slit.
"Ready?" he asked in a low voice against her skin.
"Lights, camera, action," she said as she hit record.