Page 55 of Brother to Brother

He nodded, “Photography lessons, from the ground up. You take some pretty good pictures with your phone, I kind of can’t wait to see what you could do with this thing.” I blinked, and just kind of stared at him open mouthed. “I can take it back if you hate it.”

“Oh my god, no! I don’t hate it, Iloveit… it’s just… it’s just…” I didn’t have the words.

“It’s not too much, I have quite a few birthdays to catch up on,” he shrugged again, “Consider this me cashing in all at once.”

“I don’t know what to say,” I uttered staring at the expensive gift in my hands. “Thank you.”

He smiled and gave a nod, “I’m glad you like it.”

“I want to try and play with it, even though I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Sure,” he said, “I made sure the battery was charged, and I figured there would be lots to take pictures of around here. Why don’t you go for it?”

I gave him a sly grin, “You going to be my model?” I asked and he laughed.

“Fuck no. One shot of my ugly mug and I’d break the lens.”

I bowed my head, and took it out of the box, “I don’t know,” I said lightly, “I was thinking I kind of scored with a good looking husband…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I said and it must have shown on my face, or in the way I held myself, the nervousness because what he said next… it was the only explanation as towhyhe said it.

“I’m not like my brother, Mel. I won’t cheat on you. I don’t give a fuck how much free pussy walks through the club. I made a commitment so yours’ll be the only one I’m fucking.”

I smiled, blushing faintly and said, “Well when you put itthatway.”

“I mean it,” he said and his tone was serious.

I nodded, “I know you do,” I said softly, “And thank you for that, too.”

“That ain’t something you should thank me for, Mel. That’s something you should justexpect.”

“That’s the thing about expectations though, Archer. When you have them, they’re easy to get broken and when they do, it hurts, so I just try not to have too many anymore. I raised the camera to my eye and snapped a picture of him. I looked at the little screen and made a face. I hadn’t adjusted the lens correctly, so it was all blurry. He put his head next to mine to look.

“You’ll be giving Ansel Adams a run for his money in no time,” he said dryly and I laughed.

“I didn’t even know you knew who Ansel Adamswas.”

“Sure I do, they were all those black and white pictures you had on your walls back in AZ, weren’t they? The ones of the desert and trees and shit, right?”

I nodded, “I like nature pictures, but I like taking pictures of people, too… I like black and white, but color is just as beautiful.” I adjusted the lens and took another picture of him, smiling when I looked and it came out clear; his gold green eyes practically glowing with some unnamed emotion I’d never seen come from him before.

He looked at it and nodded and I set the camera carefully on one of the tables beside the bed, and the box and wrapping paper on the floor. I turned back to him and smiled, his hand finding my hip and sliding under my shirt.

“Happy birthday, Mel… sorry it was so late.”

“It was worth the wait,” I admitted, my breath squeezing from my lungs with the heated look he was giving me. He leaned forward and I closed my eyes, expecting the kiss to fall on my lips, but it didn’t. Instead, his lips brushed over that spot on the side of my neck that left me jumping, an effervescent rush sweeping over the half of my body he paid attention to.

This time, the sex was even more slow and deliberate than it’d been last night. He took his time slipping me out of my clothes and let me give him the same consideration although I was a bit shyer when it came to my explorations.

It surprised me how patient he was being with me, I didn’t think he had it in him to be honest. I’d never in a million years expected that Archer knew how to be soft, how to be kind; how to be gentle, but with every light touch of his lips against my skin, every caress of his roughened fingertips, the man was slowly stripping away my misconceptions as well as my clothes.

“Lay on your stomach,” he murmured once he had me nude, and I complied, my curiosity at what he had planned having developed far more than any fear I’d held on to. He kissed my back, his teeth lightly scraping in these sensational little love bites, a sharp contrast with the tickling sweep of his hair that followed. His lips were warm and his touch made my senses wake up, coming alive until I was squirming underneath his attentions for want of a deeper touch. He pressed his hands to my ass cheeks and spread them. I stiffened for a moment, but he wasn’t going there. Instead, he found the opening to my pussy with his cock, and pressing me into the mattress, slid inside. I groaned in pleasure, the angle sharper and deeper somehow. Archer swept my hair up off my neck and fisted it gently at the back of my head, running his tongue along the side of my neck as I grew impossibly wet, his cock slipping from me once or twice until with a curse he got up off of me.

“On your knees for just a second, Baby,” he said, voice husky and I complied, expecting him to just fuck me doggy style, less intimate than what he’dbeendoing but certainly still hot. He surprised me when he jammed a couple of the pillows beneath my hips and pressing me back down into the mattress by my shoulders, he found me again with little difficulty and slipped right back into me.

The satisfied, triumphant, pleasure filled groan he let out was almost enough to make me come, but what finally did it? The slight change in angle had him sliding right over thatspotinside me. I felt the weight of my impending orgasm build twice as fast as it had been before, my pussy clenching around his cock. I wanted it, I wanted to feel good; I wantedhimto feel good so bad.

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