Chapter Ten #2
She is quiet as she finally rounds the entire canvas and comes back to my side. She slips off her jacket, dropping it to the side. Then her shirt comes off.
“What are you doing?” I swallow hard, looking down at her now nearly naked torso.
“If it’s done naked, then we do it naked. We are adults, are we not?” she asks, looking a little unsure.
I want to wipe that uncertainty from her face. I peel my cut off, laying it on a nearby table. Then I carefully take my shirt off, folding it on top.
“Fuck, you’re hot.”
I look up, finding her biting her lower lip as she looks at me. It makes my skin hot. I haven’t been with a woman in a long time, but now all I can think about is being with Esme.
Like I said. Obsessed.
Leaning down, I pick up her jacket and shirt, folding them before putting them with my clothes.
“Are you going to take off your pants?” she asks.
I look over to her. “Do you want me to? I have to warn you. I don’t wear anything underneath.”
Her pupils are blown. She is turned on by this.
By me.
She nods, her eyes staying on my waist.
I do as she asks. I unbutton my pants before pulling them down my legs.
“Holy Batman,” she whispers.
My cock jumps at the words. I look up into her face. Her mouth has fallen open as she stares.
“Don’t worry. He won’t bite,” I joke.
She looks up at me. “He’s a monster. I don’t know if I can take all of that.”
I move closer to her slowly. “You were made for me. Of course you will take all of me. Not today, though. Are you ready?”
“Is that a piercing? What the fuck, Walker?” she asks.
I find myself laughing easily, and it feels right.
“It’s a Jacob’s ladder. I’ve been told it makes things very pleasurable for a woman.”
“Fuck,” she mutters.
She looks over to the canvas, then back to me before she turns, facing away.
“Unhook my bra?” she asks.
I don’t think it’s a great idea to get too close to her right now. Not with my cock weeping for her, but I do so anyway. I unbutton her bra, taking it from her when she holds it out for me.
She quickly takes off her pants and panties, folding them and setting them with my things. Then she turns to face me.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I tell her.
She blushes. “Thank you.”
I clear my throat, taking her hand as we go over to the canvas. I pick up a paint brush and hand it to her. Then I grab my own.
“Any color you want. I was thinking I would paint the back of you and lay you down. How do you want me?” I ask her.
Her eyes twinkle as she shrugs.
“Well, you let me know when you decide. May I touch you?” I ask.
She nods as she turns around. I pick a pretty pink paint. It reminds me of her. I paint her entire back, paying close attention to her plump ass. Once I’m done, I turn to face her.
She has thrown her paintbrush aside as she picks the paint up with her hands, rubbing it all up and down my chest and abs. I don’t miss that she picks a dark blue. I make a mental note of it as I savor the way her hands feel on my skin.
When she doesn’t go any lower, I am disappointed, but I won’t push her.
“What now?” she asks.
I pick her up, laying her on the canvas.
“What about you?” she asks.
I get on my knees and go to lie next to her. She grabs my arm, opening her legs. My eyes flick to her pussy. It’s glistening in the low light from above. Then she pulls me between them.
“The paint is meant for the canvas,” I tell her.
“Then make me your canvas,” she says, pulling me down on top of her.
Her bare breasts against my chest are almost too much. I can’t lose control with her. I refuse to, but my body wants to.
Her breathing is a little heavier as I settle on top of her.
“I feel like you are my own personal cocoon,” she tells me, smiling up at me.
“Do you like that?” I ask, unsure what she means.
“I do. It feels safe. You make me feel secure. Like nothing can touch me,” she admits.
“Nothing ever will as long as you allow me by your side.”
She reaches her hand up to brush my cheek. “My big, silent protector.”
Then she surprises me, leaning up to kiss my lips. I kiss her back, softly at first. Then she licks the seam of my lips, making me groan.
Pressing into her harder, I kiss her like I want to. Her hands begin to roam my body as I continue to ravish her mouth.
When she grabs my cock from between us, I freeze.
“Is this okay?” that innocent voice asks.
I nod, my forehead falling to hers.
She starts to stroke me. At first, she is slow. Almost as if she is learning how I feel. Then she picks up her pace.
I don’t miss the way she lets her fingers explore my piercing. It’s so erotic.
I’m embarrassed by how quickly she has me ready to blow my load.
“Esme.”
It’s a low growl. A warning.
She doesn’t heed it. She goes faster, giving me more pleasure.
When I finally release, it’s all over her stomach.
I pull back, looking into her eyes.
“That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever done in my life,” she admits.
I rub my hand in my cum before writing my name across her chest, now covered in blue paint. Then I slam my hand on the canvas, pushing up.
“What are you doing?” She asks.
I hold out both hands to her, pulling her to her feet. We step back and look at the canvas. You can clearly see her with one blue handprint on one side. The only real proof I was there.
Perfect.
It’s perfect.
Picking her up, I carry her to the shower room I keep here. She lets me, a question in her eyes, but she doesn’t say a word.
It’s the most beautiful silence.
I turn on the shower, making sure it’s a good temperature before I step under it with her in my arms. Then I set her on her feet. I slowly wash her body before dropping to my knees.
I look up at her, a question in my eye. She nods once, letting me know it’s okay.
Lifting her leg over my shoulder, I fit my face between her legs. Then I get to work.
I lick and suck at her clit, storing each and every sound that falls from her lips into my memory. Then I slide one finger inside of her, and she arches into me, so I add a second. Then a third. I have all four inside of her when she finally comes all over my face.
I love each and every bit of it.
When I stand, I look into her eyes expecting to see regret, but it’s nowhere to be seen.
Instead, I see bliss.
Leaning down, I kiss her, aware that I still taste like her.
She groans into the kiss.
Yeah, Esme is my obsession.
I’ll never let her go.