Page 122 of The Maverick
Later.
“Sit on that chaise.” I pointed. “Drape one arm over the back and relax one leg. Find a comfortable position so you won’t get stiff.”
“I’m already stiff.” He looked down at his prominent cock.
I was trying my best not to touch him because if I did, this painting session wouldn’t happen. We’d be doing something else entirely.
He glanced at the chaise. “So this is where it went. I noticed a missing chair in the other room.”
I smiled. “Yeah. I dragged it in from the other room. I hope you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all. My furniture is your furniture.”
Standing a few feet from him, I took a pencil and sketched an outline of his form onto the canvas. It would help me stay focused when I added paint.
I could feel his eyes burning my skin. My nipples hardened even though he wasn’t touching me. When I met his eyes, lust smoldered in them. I had never painted naked in my life, but I would do it again and again for this man who had done so much for me.
He gripped his cock and stroked it. “Will this ruin the painting?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now,” he admitted.
I placed my pencil down and poured some paint onto the palette. Taking the paintbrush from the brush container, I blended some colors.
“What do you want to do to me while I paint?” I asked.
He growled. “I want to squeeze your breasts, lick them all over.” He moaned as his stroking increased. “I want to suck those gorgeous nipples.” He licked his lips. “I want you on all fours so I can spank that perfect ass.”
Tingles and heat coursed through me as I listened to his seductive words. He looked like a beast ready to pounce on me. I paused the paintbrush, which caused paint to drip down the canvas, creating its own abstraction. I couldn’t concentrate. If I continued painting, the artwork might not be what I had intended. My brain was mush.
“I want to feast on your ass and slide my dick inside you.”
My paintbrush slipped from my fingers and dropped to the floor. Thank goodness I had it covered because paint splashed everywhere.
Attikus looked so gorgeous leaning on the chaise with his muscular arm stroking himself.
Hot liquid leakedout of me as I walked to the table with a tray of fresh paint.I brought it over to him, kneeled,and placed the tray on the floor. “These are new edible paints. Wanna try them?”
He pointed to his throbbing cock. “Paint him first. He’s desperate.”
“Love is a painting that lathers you with its colors and textures. Let me show you.” I squirted out some red paint on my hands and spread it on his dick. “He’s on fire.” I stroked him, covering him with strawberry-flavored paint. Then I bent and licked him. Up and down, up and down.
“Fuck,” he crooned, placing a hand on my head while watching me. “You’re so hot.”
I took him into my mouth, sucking him. Red paint was all over my hands and mouth.Our eyes locked, and he dragged me up to kiss him.
“We’ll have to clean your chaise later.” I sucked on his lips.
“I don’t care about the chaise. We can buy a hundred of them for these kinds of painting sessions.”
I pursed my lips. “Whatever you want, Whistler.”
“I’m going to paint you too.” He poured blue paint into his hands and lathered my breasts.
I took yellow and green paint and spread it all over his chest. In seconds, we were on the floor, touching, licking, sucking, and feasting on each other.
He was on top of me, kissing me as we rolled around the canvas fabric that covered the floor. Paint smeared here andthere, creating abstract art. Moans and cries of pleasure filled my studio.
