Page 39 of Before I Lost You

My heart skips a beat at his words, and I purse my lips to keep my smile in. It doesn’t work, and he grins widely as my smile makes an appearance. His dimples crease his cheeks as he stares down at me—all three of them. One at each corner of his mouth and one on the apple of his cheek. My favorite one deepens the broader his grin gets, but his eyes get all soft with his next words.

“It would be a shame not to let the world see how perfect you are,” he tells me with a shrug. “Imagine how you’d look in a gallery.”

“You want my portrait in a gallery?” I ask slowly, my eyebrows rising.

“I’d make a whole collection of your face if you let me, Connie,” Kenneth says lightly, leaning down and kissing me softly and chastely.

“Wouldn’t that be weird?” I ask. His lips twitch at my question, and he raises an eyebrow. I smile shyly.

“What?” His brow rises impossibly more. “Is taking pictures of my handsome boyfriend weird?”

I flush again, and damn it, he’s the one who’s usually blushing. But I can’t help it with all the compliments he’s giving me. He should really stop now. I don’t think it’s good for my health—or my heart.

“Well, when you put it that way…” I chuckle. “You can if you want to.”

“Really?” he asks, eyes hopeful. “You’d actually let me?”

“Yeah, Ken,” I reply quietly, and his eyes sparkle with happiness. “I think I’d do just about anything to make you look at me like this.”

“Like what?” Kenneth asks softly, placing his camera on the floor and kneeling between my spread legs. “How am I looking at you?”

I gulp, my hands beginning to shake. “Like I make you happy.”

“You do make me happy,” he whispers, cupping my face gently with both hands. And then he’s kissing me—slowly, like he’s worshiping my mouth. I whimper into the kiss, and he hisses. “Don’t make that sound at me, Conrad.”

My face heats to blistering levels. “S-sorry.”

“What for?” he asks against my lips.

“Making that sound.”

“Is that so?” He chuckles. “You don’t want to find out what happens when you do it?”

“I do,” I whisper. “Tell me what happens.”

Kenneth pushes my chest gently, and I take the hint, lying on my back on top of the backdrop on the floor. He spreads my legswider and gets between them until our cocks are aligned over our jeans. The little thrust of his hips has my body lighting up, and a shiver runs down my spine as pleasure courses through me. He presses his lips to my ear and breathes hard against me as he does it again and again.

“Have you ever bottomed before, Conrad?” Kenneth whispers, and I shudder.

Shaking my head, I say, “No.”

“Do you want to?” he asks, giving me a small thrust again. My cock throbs with the contact, and I lift my hips and grab his ass hard, pushing him against me, seeking friction. We moan in unison. “Would you let me in your ass if I beg pretty?”

I exhale roughly. “Yes, baby, I would.”

Kenneth moans in my ear. “I’d fuck you so good.”

This makes me groan, and my spine tingles. I’m going to come in my fucking pants like a goddamn teenager. I’m breathing hard now, as if I’ve run miles, and he speeds up his movements, clearly sensing my impending release. We’ve fucked enough times that he knows all the cues now. And I know all of his. We’re both on the edge of the cliff now, about to throw ourselves into the abyss. I can’t wait to freefall.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “I want it.”

“Picture it, Conrad,” Kenneth whispers back, biting my ear gently. “You on your back. My fingers in your ass, then my cock. I’d make you beg for me to let you come—”

“Yes,” Imoan, right on the brink of my orgasm. “Keep going.”

“I’d make you fucking scream my name,” he whimpers. “I’d give you the best orgasm of your fucking life…”

I throw my head back and breathe hard and fast, my moans getting louder. He bites my neck roughly, and my body tightens. “And then?”