Painting Him Mine

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

MAURICIO

It was immensely gratifying to see how much Ezra enjoyed my food. He didn’t hold back his visceral enjoyment as he practically made love to my taco. As someone who prided himself on his cooking, it was a huge turn-on that he loved my meal. It made it difficult to focus on finishing dinner and not moving on to more amorous fun.

His pout was adorable as he looked at his last remaining taco with a forlorn expression. “I’m not ready for this deliciousness to be over yet.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.”

He put on a show of enjoying his final bite, which was surprisingly sensual. I shifted in my seat as my lust stirred in response, getting spun up by how much he appreciated my cooking. That reaction became harder to suppress when he moved from his chair to straddle himself over my lap.

I wrapped my arms around his slim waist as he made himself comfortable. Although we were still essentially strangers, it felt right to hold him close. We fit together so perfectly that it didn’t scare me how fast things were moving. How could I be worried about that when it felt like we were meant to be?

Ezra leaned forward to give me sweet, teasing kisses that I savored. “Thank you for an incredible dinner, Mauricio. I’m even more excited about your cake now that I’ve had a taste of what you’re capable of making in the kitchen. I bet it’s going to be amazing !”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I let a little bit of my ego come out to play. “And I can guarantee you’re going to be blown away by my cake.”

He kissed me again, starting soft and slow before he teased me with a hint of tongue. I opened for him, welcoming him as he staked his claim on me. As our kisses grew more heated, he wrapped his arms around my neck as he sensuously rocked his hips against me.

It made me hunger for something much more satisfying with food. While I was eager to give myself over to more pleasure, I still felt I owed him the courtesy of cautioning him. “If you keep it up, you’re going to make me want a lot more than kissing.”

“Good, then that means you’re getting the right idea.” He smirked before he tugged off his blue sweater and cast it aside, revealing his beautiful body to me.

My hands slid up from his slender waist, along the curve of his spine, and up to his shoulders. While he had a slim build, he had the toned physique of a swimmer. I wanted to pin him under me and worship every inch of his beauty until he came with my name on his lips. Tilting his head to the side, I began trailing kisses from his shoulder up to his neck. Sucking on his earlobe earned me a breathy sigh of pleasure that made my pants grow even tighter.

Ezra laced his fingers through my hair as he shifted on top of me, allowing me to feel the start of his erection pressing against me. “Ready to do this in bed?”

I didn’t need to think twice to answer that question. “Hell yeah.”

He scrambled off me and led me over to his unmade bed, which was shoved into the back corner of his tiny studio apartment to make room for his large easel. I could only see the back of his canvas, but it piqued my curiosity about what he was working on. However, as he tugged my shirt off, art was the last thing on my mind for once.

The sight of my tattoos caused Ezra to moan as he ran his hands over the ones on my chest. He followed the path to the flowers that wound around both of my arms. “I can’t wait to study your garden of earthly delights later.”

One of my eyebrows quirked up. “Did you just make a Hieronymus Bosch joke?”

“Fuck, it’s so sexy that you picked up on that.” He tugged me down for a demanding kiss that had me fumbling to get rid of the rest of our clothes in between bouts. It was a toss-up for who was more turned on by his reference to a Northern Renaissance painting triptych from the late 1490s by an Early Netherlandish master. I had never had anyone talk nerdy to me about art history, but it was officially my new favorite thing.

Once we were both naked, he shoved me onto his bed and got on top of me, clearly determined to kiss the daylights out of me. I wasn’t about to stop him from enjoying himself when I was having a great time, too.