48. Nevaeh
The sound of the piano fills Adrian’s little apartment while I build up the backdrop for the photoshoot Adrian owes me. I’m hoping what I have planned will cheer him up since he’s been feeling a bit down with Lincoln leading the championship and the last race not going well.
I place together the metal pieces before hanging the white backdrop from it. Then, I stand up the lights and my tripod before walking into the bedroom and putting on a pair of jeans and a shirt without anything underneath. I grab a pair of Adrian’s matching ones—yes, he bought us matching jeans a week ago for reasons he wouldn’t disclose—before walking into the room where he is.
A soft melody fills my ears as I make my way toward him. A small smile dances onto his lips when he notices me. His fingers keep running over the keys and his eyes drift to my face.
“Mon paradis, Nevaeh,” he says as I settle down next to him, making my heart skip several beats.
“Hi,” I whisper, and Adrian keeps playing the same melody.
“I wrote this for you,” he admits, his fingers flying over the keys. “Do you like it? It reminds me of what you sound like to me.” The soft melody is incomparably beautiful. It’s calm, peaceful yet a little mischievous and naughty, too.
“It’s wonderful, Adrian,” I reply, emotion heavy in my throat. No one’s ever written a song for me before.
“For the past two days, every single time I have sat down at this piano, I have heard nothing but this in my head.” I swallow hard, and Adrian finally stops running his fingers over the keys. “It won’t leave me, constantly reminding me of what you mean to me,” he says, and I lift my hands to his cheeks.
He pulls me onto his lap instead.
“I’m sorry it’s stuck in your head,” I mumble, but Adrian gives me a small chuckle.
“I’m not.” He grabs my chin and tilts my head down to kiss me. “You came in here with a mission. Tell me what it is,” he says, and I can’t help the way my face lights up.
“Okay, so, you still owe me a photoshoot, and I need you to put these on for me. Take off your shirt and socks and meet me in the living room.” I press one more kiss to his lips before skipping out the door and toward my camera. I turn it on and change it to the right setting just in time for him to walk up to me.
“Is it going to be just me?” Adrian asks, his smile brighter than I’ve seen it in days. It warms my heart to see him happy and know that I’m the reason why.
“For now, yes, but later I will take some with you,” I explain, and he gives me a small nod. My eyes trail over his naked torso, appreciating every hard ridge, every carved-to-perfection part of him.
“I’ve done photoshoots before, but I’ve never been this nervous. The thought of an unflattering photo when you’re the one looking through them later is terrifying,” he says, and I bite my lip to keep from bursting into laughter.
“I promise I won’t tell you if there’s one,” I say and tell him to stand in front of the white backdrop. He does, lifting his arms to his hair. My mouth starts to drool as his muscles flex with every move he makes, and my heart starts beating faster, more unevenly.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I will have to reschedule this photo shoot,” Adrian warns, so I shake my head to refocus.
I lift my camera to take some photos, telling him exactly where to stand, what to do with his arms and legs, and basically how to make the ache between my legs more irritating. Every photo is perfect to me, every smile priceless. His body is incredible and it controls mine with ease, but his face makes me weak. His full lips, defined jaw, and light eyes have me wrapped around his finger.
With other people, the poses I make him do wouldn’t look this good, but everything I ask of him has him looking like an angel sent from heaven.
“Okay, okay, you have enough of me for now. Get in here,” he complains when I simply keep taking more photos. There must be two hundred of him on my SD card now.
“Fine,” I reply with a smile as I place my camera on the tripod. Adrian watches me closely while digging his hands into his pockets. I go into the settings to turn the timer on before removing my shirt, leaving me in nothing but jeans, and turning to my boyfriend.
An easy smirk slips onto his face.
“Now this is my kind of photoshoot,” he says with lust gleaming in his eyes.
“Alright, so, I was thinking—” I start and cut off because I’m not sure how to explain myself.
“That I use my hands as your bra?” Adrian asks, making me grin and heat settle in my cheeks at the same time. Being naked in front of him doesn’t make me blush, but admitting that I’ve wanted a photo like that since I first laid my eyes on him does.
“Yeah, I think it will be hot,” I reply, and he takes three steps toward me, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.
“It will be beyond hot,Nevaeh. So fucking hot, I hope you know this photoshoot will end with you bent over my couch,” he says as his hands move to the sides of my face, lowering his mouth onto mine. The kiss is demanding, rough yet gentle. His tongue slips into my mouth, and my knees instantly go weak.
Adrian drops his fingers to my hard nipples before squeezing gently.
“Oh God,” I moan and step back. “No, no, no, no, no,” I add and shake my head. “This may have been a bad idea.” My moon chuckles as he wipes his thumb over his bottom lip.
“The second you took your shirt off, this became a great idea,” he says with a cock of his brow, challenging me to deny the truth behind his words.
“You’re right, but you’ll be able to control yourself for a few minutes, won’t you?” I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest, challenging him to prove me wrong. Adrian’s eyes drop to my pressed-together tits, and he inhales deeply as his self-control grabs onto the thinnest rope.
“Just be careful not to rub your ass against my cock right now, okay? I don’t think I can handle it,” he admits and turns away from me, walking back to where he stood before.
I smile to myself the entire time I set up the timer and then rush to him so he can wrap his hands around my breasts. He does so without hesitation, his long fingers snaking around me and his palms covering my nipples.
We take a few photos in that same position, then some from the side with my chest pressing against his.
We’re laughing and grinning at each other the entire time.
The tips of his fingers wrap around my bracelet for one of them as he stares deeply into my eyes, reminding me just how much I mean to him.
“I want to take one with your hand down my pants,” I say while putting the timer on for the twentieth time. I really need to get myself a remote.
“Really?” he asks, surprise all over his beautiful face.
“Yeah, why? Is it too weird?”
“No, not at all. I just didn’t think you’d want a photo like that, you know, with my hand on mon petit paradis,” he says, and I let out a combination of a gasp and a laugh.
“I was thinking on my ass, Adrian,” I explain, and, for the first time since I’ve met him, he blushes.
“Oh, fuck, sorry,” he laughs and nods. “Okay, yeah, we can do that.”
“How about we do both?” I ask, stepping on my tiptoes to press a swift kiss to his jaw. I make my way into his bedroom and walk back out with a Polaroid camera. “You can keep it in your wallet,” I suggest with a smile, and his jaw drops ever so slightly.
“Where did you come from?” he jokes, and I chuckle in response.
“I came from your personal heaven.” Adrian attacks my lips for the second time before nibbling on the sensitive skin on my neck until I’m giggling uncontrollably.
We manage to separate long enough for him to walk toward the backdrop again while I put the timer on for the last time today. My fingers drop to the buttons of my pants undoing them so he can easily place his hand on my ass. I face the camera with my back while his fingers dip into my jeans.
Since I’m wearing a thong, his hand slips over my bare ass cheek. My breathing hitches as my chest pushes against his torso and his lips capture mine. The flash goes off, but all of my attention is on Adrian’s lips. On the way they envelop mine so easily, so perfectly, it makes me wonder if they were made for me.
“Okay, take the Polaroid one so I can get you out of those jeans,” he says after gently kneading my ass cheek, and I rush to set it up only to move back to him. “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Adrian whispers into my ear. He uses his left arm to cover my breasts and his right hand slips on top of my panties. “So wet for me,” he mumbles and bites down on my earlobe, making me moan at the same time it takes the photo. “Perfect,” Adrian adds, his finger running over my swollen clit.
“Fuck, Adrian,” I curse as I fall into the pleasure of his touch.
We end up on his couch an hour later, sweaty and trying desperately to catch our breaths. His naked skin against mine, while he draws an infinity symbol over my back, causes a feeling of immense peace to spread through me.
Ever since Adrian and I started dating, no, ever since we started spending time together months ago, I’ve found myself more at ease than I ever have before. He doesn’t just make me happy. He calms me, and for a person with anxiety, the source of a calming feeling is rare and priceless.
Adrian silences my racing mind.
He settles the storm inside of me.
He gives me a safe place, a sanctuary where nothing can hurt me.
“Thank you,” Adrian says after a while of me listening to the beat of his heart, his even breath. I tilt my head to look up at him, his fingers reaching out so his thumb can trace my bottom lip.
“For what?”
“For cheering me up. For taking my mind off my grief and replacing the feeling with happiness,” he explains, his thumb moving to my chin to grab it between his fingers. “Tomorrow is the anniversary of my father’s passing, which means it’s the anniversary of my mother abandoning our family, too.” I move up his body to get closer to him, his thigh between my legs as they straddle it.
“It happened on the same day?” Adrian takes advantage of my proximity and brushes his nose against mine.
“Same day, years apart,” he says, leaning his forehead against mine. “He always got drunk out of his mind on the anniversary of her leaving us. It was his way of coping with his pain. To this day, I don’t know if he just gave up on life when he got into the car, hoping it would end his suffering, or if it really was an accident. It’s one of the few things I wish I could ask him.” I trail a hand up his chest to his neck where I rub my thumb along the side of his throat.
“Do you think the answer would bring you peace?” Adrian considers my question for a moment.
“I hope so, but, at the same time, I doubt anything out of that man’s mouth could have brought or would bring me peace.”
He leans his head back against the armrest of the couch, his hand on my hip going back to trailing the infinity symbol.
After taking a deep breath, he tilts his head toward me again and says, “But you bring me peace, Nevaeh.” My heart flutters at his words, at the reciprocation of my feelings.
“And you me.”
Adrian smiles, then kisses me, the rest of the world fading away until all that’s left is the feeling of his lips on mine.