I nod, desperate for him to touch me and relieve the relentless ache.
“Greedy but also generous for offering herself as tribute. I suppose my little thief has earned a reward.” He sets down the brush and jar of paint, then gets on his knees before me, almost immediately hoisting my body forward to the edge of the chair until my butt is perched on the edge of the seat.
“Mmm … glistening and so perfectly fuckable.” He begins to feast, covering my entire slit with his mouth and sending my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Yes, Tommy. So good.”
When my body starts to normalize the sensation, his fingers find my painted nipples, plucking and twisting until I swear my body will combust.
“That’s right, beautiful. Come on my face so you’re nice and wet and ready to ride my cock because I’m going to fuck you into next week.” He doubles down his efforts and sends me careening over the edge into an abyss of pleasure.
Tommy uncuffs me and scoops me into his arms. He takes me to the guest bathroom, where he starts the water running. I’m still half sex drunk when he begins to wash the paint from my body, which does wonders to wake me up in all sorts of ways. I lather my hands with soap and take my turn rubbing himdown. Up and down, and up and down. I make sure his rock-hard cock is very, very clean.
“Hands on the wall,” he orders coarsely, ending my playtime.
I give him a shy smile and do as he says. Tommy tugs on my hips to angle my butt out, and when I feel the head of his cock tease at my entrance, I lean even farther.
A resounding smack slices through the air as his palm connects with my right butt cheek. I yip at the unexpected sting and peer over my shoulder at him.
“So greedy. I’ll give you my cock when I’m ready.” His domineering words, honeyed with the promise of pleasure, send a wave of arousal dripping from my center.
Maybe that’s exactly what he intended because a heartbeat later, he’s easing himself inside me one thick inch at a time until I’m deliciously stretched to capacity. With my insides already sensitive and swollen from my orgasm, every minuscule movement of his feels incredible.
Tommy’s fingers dig into my hips as he increases his pace. I can’t help but meet him halfway, pushing back in the hunt for more—more pleasure, more friction, more Tommy.
He doesn’t object.
In a matter of minutes, he’s roaring his release. He pulls my body back against his as the sensations ebb, but he keeps his knees bent so that he can stay inside me as long as possible.
“This gave me an idea,” Tommy says, leisurely stroking my arm.
“About what?”
“Art I might like for the apartment.”
“Oh yeah?” I’m intrigued but too foggy with endorphins to connect the dots on my own.
“How would you feel about me commissioning someone to paint you? Not on you, but paintyou. Naked.”
I turn in his arms and smile up at him. “You’re willing to let someone stare at my naked body for hours to paint me?”
“Ideally, I’d rather not share you like that, but I can deal with it, so long as it’s a straight woman or a gay man.”
“If you’re game, I think it would be incredible.” Not only would it be an honor, but I love that he’s exploring ways to enjoy something so important to me.
“You’reincredible, and I can’t imagine a painting I’d love more than one of you.”
“Love you, Tommy.” The words are barely loud enough to hear over the spray of water. I’m so overcome with adoration and gratitude for this amazing man.
“Love you most, little thief.”
EPILOGUE
TOMMY
“Sorry to interrupt,but I need to put in our next order for groceries. Danika, do you have any requests?” I stare at my phone as I wait for her instructions. Sachi is over, and the two have been sitting on the couch talking for the last hour. I have no idea how they continue to come up with things to say, but they manage.
“No food requests. I need deodorant, though. It’s—”
