Chapter 10
10
ASTON
“ A bsolutely not, Aston!” Kerrigan squealed, backing up before I could get my arms around her. “I am not going to let you paint me naked!”
“Why not?” I tilted my head and watched her, genuinely curious.
She huffed and danced out of my reach once more, making me scowl.
“I can see now why they say that Americans are more prudish than the French,” she sighed. “You are not going to win this one.”
“ On verra ca ,” I muttered under my breath. I would win this argument eventually, but it seemed I would have to ease Kerrigan into her surrender. “Alright, miette . How about a compromise?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Like what?”
“How about just a sheet?”
“A sheet?” She eyed me suspiciously. “Like Venus of Urbino? ”
“I would be more than happy to paint you like that, petite miette ,” I said with a devilish grin.
“Try again,” she sniffed haughtily.
I tapped my chin as I contemplated options. “ Neoclassical Nude by Francesco Trombadori?”
“Next.”
“ The Birth of Venus ?”
“Not going to happen.”
“ Venus Italica ?”
“Better, but still no.”
I ran through more options in my head before taking another shot. “ La Grande Odalisque ?”
Kerrigan bit her lip as she thought over my proposal, then she muttered, “Fine. But only if you cover my ass with the sheet.”
I grinned and closed the distance between us before she could scurry away. “Deal,” I grunted before I grasped her biceps and lifted her so I could kiss her. “ Merci, miette. ”
Her face was flushed when I set her back on her feet, but she grumbled, “I can’t believe I agreed to this.”
“Wait here.” I gave her a quick peck before jogging over to a door across the room. I pushed it open and stepped inside the storage closet. Shelves of supplies lined each wall, including one that held a stack of clean, white sheets. I didn’t like using tarps beneath my easels because they would never lay perfectly flat. And they were a bitch to clean. So I’d started using sheets, and when I was finished, I threw them in the wash and returned them to the closet.
They were splattered with stains from the pigments I used, but it wasn’t dried paint, so it wouldn’t feel rough or itchy against Kerrigan’s soft skin.
Before exiting the room, I checked the lock on the false wall across from the door. There were three paintings from our last shipment that I’d been working on, and the last thing I wanted was for Kerrigan to stumble across the masterpieces I was cleaning and restoring. The rest of the cargo was locked in the secret vault underneath the Belladonna Gallery.
When I strolled into the studio’s open space, Kerrigan scowled at the fabric I was carrying, causing a chuckle to rumble in my chest.
I pointed at a cracked door near the counter and placed the sheets in her hands with a wink. “You can change in there, miette .”
She grumbled all the way over to the bathroom, and I waited until the door clicked shut to release my laughter.
“I can hear you, Aston!” she shouted through the door.
“Can I help it if you are très adorable ?”
I looked around the room, trying to decide on the best place to set up. Once I picked a spot, I crossed to the door that led to my office and unlocked it. Inside were several pieces of furniture in addition to my desk. One of them was a French Style Louis XV Chaise Lounge with black velvet and gold leafing.
Carefully, I dragged it into the main room and set it up where the lighting was exactly as I wanted.
When the bathroom door opened, Kerrigan hesitantly shuffled out, a sheet wrapped tightly around her sweet curves all the way to her ankles. Her eyes swept over the space I’d set up, and when they landed on the sofa, they narrowed.
“I take it you’ve painted other women on that thing?” Her tone was haughty, but I didn’t miss the thread of hurt.
Smiling gently, I crossed over to her and wrapped her in my arms. “ Jamais, petite miette . Never.”
She remained stiff in my embrace and raised a single eyebrow.
“When I built this studio, my brother Charles gave me that chaise as a joke,” I informed her with a lopsided smile. “There is a television show we used to watch together, and in one episode, an artist paints one of the characters in his boxers, posed provocatively on a sofa much like this one.”
Kerrigan’s lips curved, and her green pools sparkled with merriment as the tension seeped from her muscles. “I remember that one. The glasses, black socks, and balding head really dialed up the sexy.”
I frowned playfully and tightened my arms around her. “I don’t like hearing you call another man sexy, miette .”
Kerrigan giggled and went up on her toes to place a sweet kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever known, Aston Couillens. I only see you.”
“Good,” I grunted before taking her mouth in a deep kiss that had us both gasping for breath when we pulled away.
“I’d like to meet your brother someday,” she said with a soft smile. “He sounds like quite the character.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s one way to describe the connard . He knew very well that I would never use this. But then, neither of us ever expected you.”
Pink bloomed on her cheeks as she beamed at me.
Dipping my head, I placed a kiss on the apple of each cheek, then ran the tip of my index finger over them, tracing the sun-kissed sprinkles. “I love these.”
She frowned. “My freckles?”
“Mm-hmm. I want to kiss all of them.” My gaze turned hot as I followed their path from her beautiful face to the top of her breasts. “Every single one.”
Kerrigan shivered, and her breathing stuttered.
“But first, I’m going to paint your gorgeous body so I can study the constellations.”
She giggled at my description as I led her over to the chaise.
When I tugged at the sheet, she didn’t let go, her expression turning apprehensive.
“Don’t be shy, belle . Your curves are magnifique ,” I said in a deep, sultry voice. “Absolutely mouthwatering.”
“I’ve never had body issues, so why do I feel so nervous?” she wondered with a self-deprecating laugh.
“ Se détendre , Kerrigan. Lie down and relax.”
She inhaled slowly, seeming to draw in courage before dropping the sheet and climbing onto the sofa to settle on her side.
Merde . She was every bit as exquisite as I’d imagined. My cock stood at attention, and my hands itched to feel all of that pale, silky skin. But I fought for control because I didn’t want to risk Kerrigan changing her mind. I’d been dying to paint her since the first moment I laid eyes on her.
“You’ve seen the painting, oui ?” I asked, practically croaking from the dryness in my mouth.
She hummed her agreement and raised just enough to support herself on her elbow, then bent her knees slightly.
I picked up the fabric and draped it over her so only her ass and hip were covered. Then she extended her arm out so it was resting on her leg, and I placed a flower in her hand—as opposed to the feather fan the woman in the painting had held.
Standing back, I observed her pose, then made a few slight adjustments. When I was finished, she turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder.
The curve of her torso and position of her arm left a gap between them that showed off the swell of one of her incredible breasts.
“ Mon Dieu ,” I breathed. “ Vous êtes si chaud et magnifique. Je voudrais te baiser .”
“What did you say?” she asked, her green orbs glinting with desire.
“You are gorgeous,” I edited, choosing not to tell her that I’d also said I wanted to fuck her.
She blushed hard, and I was fascinated as I watched it spread over her creamy skin. “Is this how you want me?”
I nearly groaned at her unintentional entendre. Non. I wanted her naked with her legs open wide, giving me a view of that tight pussy I’d felt dripping on my fingers.
“One last thing,” I said after clearing my throat and trying to push away my dirty thoughts.
Her thick red tresses were pulled up into a ponytail, and I gently removed the elastic to free it. Her hair tumbled down her back in gorgeous waves. “ Parfaite .”
I strutted over to my easel, where I’d already set up the paints and brushes I intended to use. For the next couple of hours, I captured her beauty and elegance on my canvas. She would only be able to stay in that position for so long without becoming stiff and in pain, so we frequently took breaks for her to relax.
When I was at a good stopping point, I capped my paints and took my brushes over to the sink. I tried to concentrate on cleaning them, but after staring at her mostly naked body for hours, my cock was so big and hard that I winced every time I moved.
Finally, I’d taken care of my tools, and when I turned back around, my breath got caught in my lungs.
Kerrigan had shifted on the chaise to face me, her body in a similar pose. Only she was holding the sheet up over her tits. But they were too big to be fully hidden with only one hand gripping the fabric. She obviously hadn’t realized that it was barely covering her nipples. And the part that was draped over her hip had risen when she turned over, resting high enough for me to just barely see her pussy through the shadow created by the sheet.
Her eyes were greedily roaming over my body, and she licked her lips.
My control snapped.
In a few long strides, I was at her side and bent over to cage her between my arms, forcing her to roll onto her back.
“Do you want to know what else I said earlier?” I rasped.
She blinked, trying to process my question through the haze of lust surrounding her. “Yes,” she whispered.
“I want to fuck you, Kerrigan.”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips again, and her emerald orbs lit up with fire.
Moving one of my hands down between us, I trailed my fingers lightly up her thigh until I reached her center.
Never taking my gaze from hers, I growled, “I want to taste this sweet pussy.” I glided a digit up between her folds and lightly brushed her clit. “And feel you come on my tongue.” Sinking my middle finger into her channel, I bent lower so our lips were a whisper apart. “You’re so fucking tight, miette . I want to bury my fat dick inside you and fuck you hard and deep while your pussy clenches around me.”
Kerrigan’s breathing had become choppy, and her eyes were glassy, glazed over with lust.
I pulled my finger from her sex and sucked it clean before gently prying the sheet out of her fist. When the material fell, I dragged it down to her stomach. Then I sucked in a quick breath, mesmerized by the sight of her incredible breasts. They were tipped with rosy nipples and covered in sexy little freckles. I made a mental note to one day connect them with my tongue before I fucked her luscious globes.
“I fucking love these big, soft tits,” I groaned.
No longer able to wait, I scooted back so I could take one of the stiff buds into my mouth. I lazily circled it with my tongue before I sucked hard.
Kerrigan gasped, and her back arched, pushing her breasts farther into my mouth.
“Aston!” she cried out as her hands dove into my hair.
I switched to the other peak, and when I sucked, she clenched the strands. The prickle of pain went straight to my dick.
“ Putain , baby,” I grunted, “That’s so fucking hot.”
My cock was ready to explode, but I was determined to make her come before finding my own release.
I ripped away the rest of the sheet and tossed it on the floor. Then I pushed her thighs apart, resting one leg, bent at the knee, against the sloped back, while the other hung off the side. Kneeling on the floor at the footrest, I tugged Kerrigan down until her bare, wet pussy was right where I wanted it.
“ Si jolie. Toute mouillée pour moi .”
I smirked when my sensual tone and French words made her shudder.
With the first swipe of my tongue up her folds, she gasped and I moaned. Merde . She’d tasted amazing on my fingers, but her addictive flavor was so much more potent and delicious on my tongue.
“Aston,” Kerrigan whimpered. “More.”
“My pleasure, ma petite miette .”
I used my thumbs to part her southern lips and buried my face between her legs. Licking, sucking, and nibbling, I drove her toward a soul-shattering climax.
“Yes! Oh, yes!”
When she was teetering on the edge, I growled. “ Je veux ton sperme dans ma bouche .”
“Wh-what?” she panted. Her legs trembled, and her juices dripped down her thighs.
“I want your come in my mouth,” I translated. “Give it to me, Kerrigan. Come on my face.”
I shoved my tongue into her snug hole and pinched her little bundle of nerves, sending her spiraling into an abyss as she screamed my name.
Her pussy gushed into my mouth, and a little come spurted from my cock, making a mess of my pants. But I didn’t give a fuck. I ate her through her orgasm, then drove her straight into another one, swallowing every drop when she squirted into my mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunted after I finally let her come back down. I kissed her inner thigh and licked at some remaining wetness. My sanity was close to breaking. I needed to be inside her. “ J'ai besoin de baiser ta chatte serrée . I need to be inside you, miette . I can’t wait any longer.”
Kerrigan moaned and shifted the leg hanging off the chaise, opening her even wider.
“That’s my bonne fille ,” I praised.
I shoved to my feet and undressed as fast as possible before lying on top of Kerrigan. She was damp with sweat, and our heated bodies glided against each other, our chemistry practically causing sparks to fly.
“Aston?”
Kerrigan’s voice was uncertain, and I gazed down at her face with concern. “If you’re not ready, miette ?—”
“No,” she quickly interjected. “I want you. I just…I have to tell you something, and I’m worried.”
I frowned. “Nothing you could tell me would make me want you any less, Kerrigan.”
“I’ve…well, I’ve never done this before.”
My jaw went slack, and I stared at her in shock.
“You’re a virgin?” I croaked. My cock jerked and spilled more seed from the angry tip. Fuck. I couldn’t believe it.
“See? I knew it would change your mind.” Her eyes glittered with tears, and I rested my weight on my elbows so I could cup her face.
“You’re all mine?” I murmured. “You have no fucking idea what that does to me, miette . Knowing you’re untouched. That I am the only man to ever be inside you.” I closed my eyes and inhaled slowly, trying to calm myself so I wouldn’t shove my dick into her virgin pussy and cause her more pain than necessary. “I only wish I didn’t have to cause you pain.”
Her smile was shy when she replied. “It’s worth it to be with you, Aston. To have you as my first.”
“Only,” I growled before I kissed her. I ravaged her mouth, fucking it with my tongue the way I would soon be doing to her sex. Devouring her as though she was my first meal after an eternal fast.
When I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer, I ripped my lips away and grasped her hips. Holding Kerrigan right where I wanted her, I slipped the head of my dick into her drenched center.
“ Putain de merde ,” I groaned. “So hot and wet. Fuck, Kerrigan, I need to be inside you.”
“Yesss,” she hissed, her fingers diving into my hair once more. “Please, take me, Aston.”
Figuring it was better to get it over with—and grateful that I’d prepared her with two strong orgasms—I thrust my hips forward until I was balls deep inside her.
“ Oh, putain !” I shouted as every nerve in my body lit up like they had been shocked with electricity. “Fuck, yes!”
Kerrigan gasped, and I froze, worried about her pain.
“Are you alright, miette ?”
“Don’t stop!” she cried.
“Fuck, yes,” I muttered in relief. I wasn’t sure how she wasn’t hurting, but I wasn’t going to question it.
I grabbed the back of the chaise with one hand and wrapped my fingers around the other. Then I gripped them for leverage as I began to slam in and out of her.
“ Putain ! Si serré !” Her pussy walls clamped down hard, squeezing me so tight I could barely withdraw. “That’s it, baby. Fuck! Take it deep. Oh, fuck!”
Kerrigan threw her head back and closed her eyes as she cried out. “Yes! Aston! Faster! Oh yes! Yes!”
Some part of me knew that I should be taking it easy her first time, but fuck if I could help it. I was too far gone. Mindless to anything but her pleasure and my own. The barrier of the sofa was in my way, though, so I put her legs around my waist, then rolled us off it, being sure to cushion her on my arms when we hit the floor.
Then I flipped us over so she straddled me. She opened her eyes, and her movements faltered as she looked at me with uncertainty.
“Do what feels good, petite miette ,” I instructed. “I’ll help you.”
She nodded, then circled her hips and sucked in a breath as pleasure rippled over her features.
“That’s it, Kerrigan,” I encouraged. “Now move up and down.”
She raised a few inches, then slid back down, moaning at the intense sensation.
“Good girl. Now faster. Bounce that tight pussy on my cock. Fuck, yes!” I shouted when she rose again, then let herself fall hard.
I filled my hands with her big tits, molding and kneading, pinching and twisting her nipples, heightening her sensations.
But eventually, I dropped my hands to her fleshy hips and began slamming her back down on me as I drove up into her pussy.
“Aston! Yes! I’m so close! Yes!”
“Give it to me, Kerrigan. Fuck my cock! Yes!”
Kerrigan screamed my name as she exploded, violent shudders of bliss wracking her body.
My spine tingled, and I felt my climax rushing at me like a wall of water about to crash over me. “ Oh putain, bébé! Je jouis! Oh, putain! ”
When the ecstasy finally began to ebb, Kerrigan flopped down on my chest, making me chuckle. I wrapped her in my arms, and a cocky smirk curved my lips.
She was mine. All fucking mine.