Page 76 of A Small Town Spring

“What are we having?”

“Not sure.But Jack said Beck’s in charge of dessert.”

My stomach lets out an audible rumble.

Toby snort-laughs.“You are hungry, aren’t you?”

“I told you.”

I watch my boyfriend erase something on his pad, then sketch again.He’s beautiful when he works.He’s beautiful all the time—but it’s a privilege to see him like this, lost in his process, even if I’m doing my damnedest to distract him.He looks over the top of the easel at me, then makes another mark.

“Tobias Eric Wheaton, I know five minutes were up long ago,” I say sternly.

“Fine—I’m done.”He drops his pencil, wipes his hands on a nearby rag.

Finally.I shift in my seat, trying to restart my circulation.He walks two feet toward me, but I stop him with a growl.

“What—you’re not even going to show me?”

Toby laughs.“I thought you were so ready for food and other things.”

“Honey, please.”I’m never above begging when it comes to him.

He retraces his steps, turns the easel toward me.It’s a large drawing, simply me on the chair in the corner of the room, rendered in a detailed and incredibly realistic style.

“That’s how you drew me?”I ask, aghast.In the drawing my eyes are heavy-lidded, my mouth parted, my body a collection of sinewy curves that’s both an invitation and a promise.

Toby bites his lip, amused, and maybe a little nervous.He nods.

“I look…”

“Hot as sin,” he says, finally crossing the room and straddling my lap.His skin is cold, and I wrap my arms around him to warm him up.

“Debauched,” I counter.

“Decadent,” he suggests.

“Depraved,” I can’t resist adding.

“You look amazing, Kingston.And since this picture is just for me, I made you just as wicked as I wanted to.”

“Just for you, huh?”

“For my own personal pleasure,” he says, kissing me soundly on the lips.

My hands drop to his bare ass and squeeze.He brushes his mostly soft dick against my mostly hard one and shivers.All thoughts of hunger, of boredom, of scandalous drawings done by my mischievous artist boyfriend fall away as I embrace him, lick into his mouth, and feel him grow aroused in my arms.

“I want to give you pleasure,” I whisper.

He groans, rocking into me.“I love you so much, Kingston,” he says, the simple statement sending an electric shock of need through me.

“Love you, honey,” I say back, never taking the fact that he loves me and I love him for granted.

He lifts himself up, grasping my cock and positioning the tip at his entrance.At the immediate give of his body, I groan.“You minx,” I say as he slides down, taking me effortlessly.

“I told you I’d make it worth your while,” he says, a bit breathlessly, but the pride is there, too.He must have spent time prepping while I was driving up from the city.

I shift in the chair until we find an angle and a rhythm that makes me see stars and makes him plunge his tongue into my mouth.I kiss away his cries, overcome with the way his body’s open for me, greedy for me.

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