Page 81 of Mistaken Intention

“Why?”

“Because you’re so beautiful.”

“But why do you need a photograph? I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiles. “That’s good to know,” he says. “But I took them because I didn’t want to lose this moment among all my other forgotten memories. It’s too precious. You’re too precious. I wanted to be able to lock this time away forever.”

“That’s so lovely.”

“I probably should have asked your permission first, but I didn’t want to wake you… and I didn’t want you to feel self-conscious about having your photograph taken. It wouldn’t have been the same.”

“You must have had to wait for me to turn over… to get in the right positions.”

“I did. But watching you sleep could never be dull, baby.” I smile and he smiles back. “Besides, seeing you through a viewfinder has kinda sparked something.”

I sit up, turning to face him. “A memory?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m fairly sure I’ve taken photographs before, though.”

“Like this? Photographs of naked women?”

I’m pretty sure he hasn’t, but I’m interested to see what he says. “Not naked, no… but women, yes. There was something about the sun on your skin that was familiar. It wasn’t anything specific, it was just a flash of something. And I have to say, I’m feeling more and more at home with a camera in my hand, soalthough I still can’t be sure whether I was a professional, or not, I think photography played a big part in my life.” I open my mouth to tell him he’s right, but he clamps his fingers over my lips. “It’s okay. I know you’re not allowed to tell me… and I don’t mind. I can wait for the memory to come back in a more lucid form.”

I pull his hand away. “You don’t want me to answer any questions?”

“Just one.” He twists me around again, so I’m sitting with my back to his front, and brings his arms around me, lowering his hands.

“What’s that?”

“How would you like me to make you come?”

He parts my legs as far as his will allow and as his fingers touch against my clitoris, I wriggle back into him. “Any way you like.”

“You’re not sore?”

I shake my head. “No… please, Drew.” I sound desperate, but that’s because I am.

He lets out a low growl, dropping his legs to the bed and moving them under me so they’re inside mine. Then he pulls me up onto his lap, so I can feel his arousal pressing into me from behind, before he parts his legs again, taking mine with them. I’m spread wide open, but it seems he likes me that way and without a second’s hesitation, he finds my swollen nub, rubbing it hard with the tips of his fingers.

He brings his left hand up, cupping my breast, then gently squeezes and pinches my hardened nipple, making me squeal and squirm against him. His fingers circle and delve, curling me into a mass of stretched nerve endings, desperate for release.

“Please, Drew…”

“Please what?”

“Make me come. I need to come.”

He pushes two fingers inside me, leaving his thumb to do the work on my clitoris and suddenly it’s like the sun has exploded behind my eyes. My body contorts, bucking against something new… something different. It’s too strong for me. I’m not falling this time, I’m fighting.

“Go with it, baby,” Drew whispers in my ear, holding on to me and I give up the struggle, letting it take me. This is more intense than anything that’s gone before, the pleasure bordering on pain as it drives through me, leaving me spent.

Drew cradles me for ages while I calm, catching my breath, my body still twitching as the shocks continue to rock through me.

“Oh, God…” I whisper, settling back onto him. “That was so good.”

“It was.”

I twist, looking up at him. “Can I have more?”

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