Page 50 of The Photograph

“I’ve fantasized about this a lot,” he says, hand stilling on me. “I want to take my time here.”

He’s fantasized about this? A shiver coils through my body. Anything he wants to do, I’m up for it. I lean back on the arm of the couch and put one hand behind my head.

“Have at it.”

He pulls at my now open jeans, and I lift my ass so he can slide them down and off. Standing, he shucks his off, too, and leaves them in a heap on the floor, then he climbs back over me, a knee on either side of my hips. I want to ask him whether the couch is okay, but there’s some magic spell happening here. It’s all so earnest and raw, he’s so intense, so focused on enjoying this, that I don’t want to spoil it with anything silly likewhere we are. I want to sink into the heat and his glorious body, which I’m getting a proper look at now. He’s sexy in this unexpected way, not built like guys who spend endless hours in the gym, but muscly, like an athlete. Moving my hand from behind my head, I run it up his thigh.

“How did you get toned like this?”

He shrugs. “Played a lot of sports in school, and now I do a few weights, and there’s the running.” Peering down at himself, he makes a face. “I’m too skinny for a gay guy, yeah?”

He saidgay.

I want to take all his insecurities and throw them out the window, but I can also remember how I felt the first time I was with a man, how overwhelmed and excited I was, but also how I kept covering myself up. Where did my confidence come from? Most likely from lots of good sex, men enjoyingme. I want to give him that, too.

Running my palm up his leg, I grab his hand and place it over where I’m hard. “I’m not thinking you’re too skinny, Alex.”

Looking away, he gives me a slight smile, and I tug on his arm to bring him down and over me again. His cock has retreated now below the waistband of his boxers, and he shifts, almost gingerly putting his crotch against mine, both of us watching as he does it.God, I want to see our naked cocks together.

Alex gazes up at me, eyebrows raised.

“Did I say that out loud?”

My cheeks heat a little as he nods, and I grin. But he must agree because he pushes at the fabric on my hip, and I lift so he can ease all the material down to the top of my thighs as my cock springs free, heavy on my stomach. His eyes widen, lips parting.

“Oh fuck, Des, this is …” Trailing off he wraps his hand around me, hot palm cradling my erection, his thumb exploring my tip. “You’re not …”

“Circumcised?”

“Yeah.”

“My mom didn’t want that.”

He frowns.

“Just move the skin up and down. It’s actually much better, you’ll see,” I whisper.

The tips of his fingers flutter over my foreskin and an electric current buzzes down my length and into my pelvis. I can’t help but rise up into his hand. And as I do my foreskin pulls back and the expression on Alex’s face is a delight, his mouth a perfect round O. He does it again, without my assistance this time, and my whole crotch and ass tighten.Fuuuuck.

A few more strokes, still tentative. “I like this,” he says, voice hollow and awed.

Jesus.“Harder.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, God,yes, Alex.”

His hand tightens as he strokes down and sensation burns down my legs, tightening my butt as sweat blooms all over. My head tips back as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

“Des,” he croaks.

“What?”

“You look … this is …” He shakes his head, lips parting, color high on his cheeks. “Amazing.”

A choked laugh gurgles out. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t, I won’t.”

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