14.

                                    

                                          
Sam
                          
"Sam?" Sidra whispers, then I feel her tiny hand wrap around my fingers. She's so tiny compared to me, it's fucking adorable. I peer down at her. "Can we do one?" She says, nodding her head towards the camera. "Please?" I know I should go, I know I have to go, our luck is running out. But she's pouting, and I can't seem to think straight when she pouts and says please. Plus I already checked the booth when I decided to talk to her in here, the photos or people can't be seen from outside. I nod, taking a seat, and she squeals slightly, her nose scrunching. 
                          
I watch her set up the theme for our photo strip. She's so effortlessly stunning, it's unnatural. Her long, light brown hair falls in front of her shoulder. Without thinking, I brush her hair back, lean in and kiss her soft skin. 
                          
"Sam," she giggles as I nibble at her collarbone. "Sam, we have ten seconds!" She pushes me off and leans back. I stare at her, and she blushes. 
                          
*FLASH*
The tiny room lights up. Our first photo. 
                          
"Please, Sam?! Take a real one!" She moves to the edge of her seat and wraps her arms around me. 
                          
*FLASH*
Our second photo. 
                          
I grip her hips then lift her onto my lap. She squeals, tightening her arms around me, and I press my forehead to her cheek. 
                          
*FLASH*
Our third photo. 
                          
She pulls away and we stare into each other's eyes. I thought my eyes were a beautiful green but hers are lighter, a more gentle green with a hint of brown. Her cheeks heat up again and she smiles. I cup her jaw, angling my arm so both our faces are visible in the photo, and kiss her. 
                          
*FLASH*
Our fourth photo. 
                          
But we continue kissing. She opens her mouth to me, and I slide my tongue in, meeting hers. She moans softly, and I gladly swallow it. My dick twitches. I know I'm ready to go again. I've been fighting every bone in my bone to not shove her against the wall and fuck her senseless. Seeing her in her little, white dress...fuck, I've been fighting a boner all night. But after seeing her on her knees-for me and only me-and kissing her now, I can't think. My dick is taking control. 
                          
I think there's a fifth photo-I honestly don't care anymore and neither does Sidra. Without parting the kiss, I stand up, knocking her off me, then grab and lift her again. She wraps herself around me. I press her against the wall, and she gasps. 
                          
"You look so pure and innocent," I moan against her neck. "I want to fuck it out of you." 
                          
"Sam," she whimpers, and I'm automatically hard. The way she has control over me is terrifying. With my arm around her, holding her up, I slide my hand down our bodies then rub her through her panties. She soaked. "No, wait, Sam."
                          
I instantly pull away. "What's wrong?"
                          
"We're in a photo booth." A goofy grin curls her swollen-kissed lips. "What happened to meeting me in the guest house?" Fuck, I forgot about that. I step back, placing her on her feet. "Look," she smiles. "It comes out with two!" She grabs and holds out our photo strips. 
                          
She might be excited about having two strips, but I'm not. With two of them, it's a higher possibility of one of them being found and us getting caught. But I can't kill her excitement. 
                          
So I smile and take mine. "No one sees this," I say firmly. "Okay?"
                          
"I already know that, Sam. Please, don't talk to me like a child." She rises on her toes and pecks my lips. 
                          
"Right...sorry." I glance down at my photo strip. There was a fifth photo. And it was just like our fourth with the kissing but more sexual and a lot more passion. It's nice to see our passion can be photographed.