Page 73 of All of Us

Once we were inside, I kicked the door shut, while he walked backwards slowly, “Hi, there. I’ve missed you.”

I caught up with him in a few steps, my legs longer, and he was going slow. Grabbing his wrist, I stopped his movement, then wrapped my arm around his waist.

“Hi there. I missed you, too.” It had been a while, but when my lips touched his, everything in me settled. When I felt his tongue on mine, slick and hot, my cock filled fast, my need for him immediate.

“Kissing you is perfect. You are perfect.” We kissed some more, and he continued to move backwards.

“Everything is set up in my studio, and from what I could feel, you are ready for some pictures. I can’t wait to see all that,” he gestured up and down my body, “through my lens.”

In the room he used as a studio, he had the same rugs out that I saw in the pictures he took with Dusty. “How did you and Dusty do this?”

“You sure you want to know?”

I sat on the bed and pulled him between my legs. I gently set the camera down that he had picked up.

“I know I should have big feelings about you with someone else. I do. But knowing you are intimate with Dusty makes me feel—” I was having trouble coming up with the right words. “Aroused. Happy? Not really jealous but left out a little. I’m glad you have someone that I know treats you well if it isn’t me.” I watched as a tear slid down his cheek. “What’s wrong?” My hands sat on his hips as I looked up into his eyes.

“I feel that too. All of it.”

His words made me smile, but there was also a sense of relief—it wasn’t just me. I kissed him again, tired of talking. I pushed up his shirt because I could no longer wait to be skin-to-skin. As soon as his shirt was off, I reached behind me and took mine off.

“Now tell me what we are going to do?”

“Get naked.” We kissed hard, his desire obvious as he rubbed against my hip. Clumsily, we removed the remainder of our clothes until we were both naked, our bodies tight together. Licking up his throat, I stopped and kissed under his chin, then near his ear.

Unable to stop him, he stood next to the bed with his camera in hand. I noticed he had one sitting on a tripod as well. “I’m going to take pictures of you, but this camera will be taking pictures every fifteen seconds while we are in here.”

He told me to move, pose, stretch, and kneel. When I started to flag, he would lick me or suck me, and then take more pictures.

He finally declared, “fucking gorgeous.”

Then he climbed up to join me, where he started to lick my skin from my abs to my neck. We’d been teasing and playing for at least an hour, and my body was aching. When he lay over me and started to grind, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Our shafts, rock hard against each other, created an intensity that made me gasp.

“Oh shit.”

I was surprised by how close I suddenly was. It was his lithe body, touching me all over, that brought me to that edge. He gave me a dirty smirk and rolled his hips again, the heads catching slightly, brushing the glans together, then the shafts rubbed. That was it.

Sparks were behind my eyes, my body felt like a huge bright light had gone off, and the climax felt like it wouldn’t end. As soon as I started to release, I felt the heat of his orgasm on my skin, making me pulse again and again until I couldn’t think. Joe lay on me, and I heard the shutter of the other camera going off.

I felt him move for the remote and stop the camera.

“That snuck up on me, Sweetheart. I hope it was good for you.” He nodded against my shoulder, clearly enjoying the bliss.

I don’t know how long we lay there, but we eventually went to his living room with his laptop and looked at the pictures. The ones with us together made my cock move, wanting to recreate what we had done. I wondered if our pictures were like the ones with him and Dusty. But I wasn’t sure how to navigate these two worlds we were both living.

I leaned against him. Being with Joe felt good, and I was so glad to be with him. My mind wandered to my other lover. I couldn’t help it. I wouldn’t get to spend time with him before he left on his trip, and we would be gone when he got back.

Unintentionally, I sighed.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at me, then kissed the side of my head.

I decided to tell him the truth. “I didn’t get to see Dusty, and it’s going to be almost two weeks before we are all back in town again.”

He climbed on my lap, straddling my thighs, and picked up his phone.

“Oh, hello there.”

“Hi. What do you want for dinner?” I wasn’t sure why he had to be on my lap to make that decision, but I was okay with it. It was also odd that he didn’t address what I had said, but that was fine. It was something none of us had any experience with navigating. We decided to get Chinese food. I listened as he order enough for at least five people.