Page 42 of Before I Lost You

“Beautiful!” the lady yells, and Kenneth smiles against my lips. “Now stand in front of the sunset! Facing it.”

I let go of Kenneth, and he slides down my body, making me shiver. We turn to the sunset, giving the lady our backs, and he holds my hand. I’m sure she’s snapped about a hundred pictures by now, but he just pulls me closer to the lady and embraces me, pressing our cheeks together and smiling widely. I do the same, wrapping my arm around his waist tightly.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I tell him, grinning.

“So are you,” he replies, then lets me go, returning to the woman holding his phone.

Kenneth thanks her for taking the pictures, then comes back to my side and shows them to me. We look like we’re so in love, it actually takes my breath away. The way we’re kissing each other, looking at each other, holding each other. I never thought I’d take pictures like these with anyone, but they’re beautiful.We’rebeautiful.

“Wow,” I breathe. “These are really good.”

“We’re great models,” Kenneth murmurs, and when I look up from the phone, he has a soft smile on his face. “Who knew…”

I chuckle, shaking my head, and he grabs my hand and leads me to the wet sand. Then he kneels and begins to write something with his finger. My eyes widen when he finishes, staring atConnie & Kennyforeverwith a heart at the end. And then suddenly the waves wash it away, and I laugh, remembering myself telling him he’d do exactly this at the beach, recalling how he denied it all with a smile. I can’t believe he did it, but I shouldn’t be surprised; this is Kenny.

“You’resoromantic, Ken,” I tell him with a grin, helping him up from the sand. I grab his waist and pull him towards me untilour bodies are flush, then kiss him softly on the lips. Quick and chaste, though it still lights me up.

“I try.” Kenneth sighs. “I think you have me beat, though.”

I snort. “That’s a lie if I ever heard one.”

“Don’t sell yourself short yet, Conrad.” Kenneth smirks, “I know how you can besoromantic too.”

My eyebrows rise as I smirk now, too. “Oh, yeah? How?”

Kenneth looks around the beach and leans in, whispering in my ear. “You can fuck me right here, right now.”

I swallow hard, looking around now, too. The sky is dark, and the waves are crashing loudly against the shore. The tide is definitely high, and I can’t really see anyone around, though that’s not saying much because there’s basically no visibility with this new moon.

“Ken—are you insane?” I whisper back. “Someone could see us.”

“It’s dark,” he insists.

“What if someone walks by?” I ask him, but I can’t deny I want to do it.

“Doesn’t that make it even more fun?” Ken asks, biting my ear. “The idea of being caught?”

“Do you have a public sex kink you want to tell me about?” I tease.

“Maybe I do…” Ken bites my neck gently now, then soothes the barely there sting with his tongue. “Or maybe I can’t wait to have your dick in my ass.”

“Fuck,” I groan when he licks up the column of my throat, his warm tongue sending a shiver down my spine. “Do we even have lube?”

“I always come prepared,” Kenny purrs. “Now get a towel ready. I don’t want sand in my ass.”

I chuckle but do as I’m told, going back to our belongings and grabbing a towel, which I set on the sand next to our things. Kencomes back with a bottle of lube, and my cock strains against my pants in anticipation. Fuck, why does he have to be so hot? It’s truly unfair.

Kenneth kneels on the towel in front of me, then lowers his pants a little below his ass and gets on all fours. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of his ass right in front of me, and I drop to my knees behind him in a rush. He hands me the lube, and I open the cap, wincing at how loud it is.

“You have to be quiet,” I whisper, and he chuckles.

“Then you better not fuck me good.” He shrugs, pushing his ass back against me. “Now shut up and fuck me.”

“Damn it, Kenny,” I mutter, but I’m smiling.

I slick my fingers with lube and rub them against his hole, then thrust one into him. He groans softly when I breach him, then pushes back against me. I add a second finger, then a third, and now he’s breathing hard. I think about curling my fingers inside him and making him moan, but I kind of feel like teasing him tonight, so I don’t do it.

Kenneth groans in frustration when I pull out of him, huffing loudly, “What the hell was that?”