“Okay, so, you still owe me a photoshoot, and I need you to put these on for me. Take off your shirt and socks and meet me in the living room.” I press one more kiss to his lips before skipping out the door and toward my camera. I turn it on and change it to the right setting just in time for him to walk up to me.
“Is it going to be just me?” Adrian asks, his smile brighter than I’ve seen it in days. It warms my heart to see him happy and know that I’m the reason why.
“For now, yes, but later I will take some with you,” I explain, and he gives me a small nod. My eyes trail over his naked torso, appreciating every hard ridge, every carved-to-perfection part of him.
“I’ve done photoshoots before, but I’ve never been this nervous. The thought of an unflattering photo when you’re the one looking through them later is terrifying,” he says, and I bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter.
“I promise I won’t tell you if there’s one,” I say and tell him to stand in front of the white backdrop. He does, lifting his arms to his hair. My mouth starts to drool as his muscles flex with every move he makes, and my heart starts beating faster, more unevenly.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I will have to reschedule this photo shoot,” Adrian warns, so I shake my head to refocus.
I lift my camera to take some photos, telling him exactly where to stand, what to do with his arms and legs, and basically how to make the ache between my legs more irritating. Every photo is perfect to me, every smile priceless. His body is incredible and it controls mine with ease, but his face makes me weak. His full lips, defined jaw, and light eyes have me wrapped around his finger.
With other people, the poses I make him do wouldn’t look this good, but everything I ask of him has him looking like an angel sent from heaven.
“Okay, okay, you have enough of me for now. Get in here,” he complains when I simply keep taking more photos. There must be two hundred of him on my SD card now.
“Fine,” I reply with a smile as I place my camera on the tripod. Adrian watches me closely while digging his hands into his pockets. I go into the settings to turn the timer on before removing my shirt, leaving me in nothing but jeans, and turning to my boyfriend.
An easy smirk slips onto his face.
“Now this is my kind of photoshoot,” he says with lust gleaming in his eyes.
“Alright, so, I was thinking—” I start and cut off because I’m not sure how to explain myself.
“That I use my hands as your bra?” Adrian asks, making me grin and heat settle in my cheeks at the same time. Being naked in front of him doesn’t make me blush, but admitting that I’ve wanted a photo like that since I first laid my eyes on him does.
“Yeah, I think it will be hot,” I reply, and he takes three steps toward me, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
“It will be beyond hot,Nevaeh. So fucking hot, I hope you know this photoshoot will end with you bent over my couch,” he says as his hands move to the sides of my face, lowering his mouth onto mine. The kiss is demanding, rough yet gentle. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my knees instantly go weak.
Adrian drops his fingers to my hard nipples before squeezing gently.
“Oh God,” I moan and step back. “No, no, no, no, no,” I add and shake my head. “This may have been a bad idea.” My moon chuckles as he wipes his thumb over his bottom lip.
“The second you took your shirt off, this became a great idea,” he says with a cock of his brow, challenging me to deny the truth behind his words.
“You’re right, but you’ll be able to control yourself for a few minutes, won’t you?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest, challenginghimto provemewrong. Adrian’s eyes drop to my pressed-together tits, and he inhales deeply as his self-control grabs onto the thinnest rope.
“Just be careful not to rub your ass against my cock right now, okay? I don’t think I can handle it,” he admits and turns away from me, walking back to where he stood before.
I smile to myself the entire time I set up the timer and then rush to him so he can wrap his hands around my breasts. He does so without hesitation, his long fingers snaking around me and his palms covering my nipples.
We take a few photos in that same position, then some from the side with my chest pressing against his.
We’re laughing and grinning at each other the entire time.
The tips of his fingers wrap around my bracelet for one of them as he stares deeply into my eyes, reminding me just how much I mean to him.
“I want to take one with your hand down my pants,” I say while putting the timer on for the twentieth time. I really need to get myself a remote.
“Really?” he asks, surprise all over his beautiful face.
“Yeah, why? Is it too weird?”
“No, not at all. I just didn’t think you’d want a photo like that, you know, with my hand onmon petit paradis,” he says, and I let out a combination of a gasp and a laugh.
“I was thinking on my ass, Adrian,” I explain, and, for the first time since I’ve met him, he blushes.
