She sat on his lap and took a sip of red wine from the glass he was holding.Her finger traced his new tattoo.“Have I told you how much I love this?”
“At least twenty times.”
“Yeah, well I do.”
“I admire you.”He lifted her chin so she was looking at him.He kissed her lips quickly.“How you managed the last few weeks.”
“Not sure I deserve any credit.It’s going take at least a year, I think, to pay off all the debts, but I can see a way out of it.It’s also a relief.Isn’t that awful?”
“I’m sure that’s pretty natural for anyone who has been a long-term care provider.”
She said nothing more.They shared his glass of wine and enjoyed the sounds of late-night Florida.
“I have an idea,” he said, rubbing her back softly.
“What’s that?”
“I want to paint you.”
Her lips curled against his chest.“Literally?”
“I want you to be my canvas.”He leaned low to her ear, biting the lobe gently.She shivered at his touch.
“Do I get to paint you, too?”He’d been hoping she’d find a use for the chocolate syrup; his dick was standing at attention at the thought.
He stood with her cradled in his arms.“I hope so.”
***
Soft candlelight flickered against the walls.Cujo had been busy while she was in the shower.The cottage was secluded, but he’d closed the curtains to ensure their privacy.A sheet from Cujo’s own bed had replaced the comforter, which was now folded on top of an ottoman.
On the side table was an array of supplies: body paint, pots of edible glitter, pens and brushes.Different shades of brown, gold, and white, mostly chocolate or caramel-flavored.Drea shivered with excitement at the thought of becoming a sexy dessert.
Cujo fingered the hem of her T-shirt, his fingers grazing the skin of her stomach, just above the jeans she was wearing.He lifted the shirt over her head and threw it in the corner.
“You want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”His lips brushed hers, setting her body on fire.
The gentle shiver of excitement became an explosive rush.His tongue thrust into her mouth gently, a promise of what was to come, and Drea had to squeeze her thighs together at the thought.
Cujo chuckled and unhooked her bra, removing it with ease.Her breasts were heavy in anticipation of his touch.His fingers stroked her skin, stoking the flames deep inside her.The bed creaked as he sat down on it, turning her so he could remove her jeans and the thong she was wearing.
He stood, lifting her, before he lowered her to the cool bedding.Drea watched him remove his T-shirt, saw his abs flex as he undid the button of his faded jeans, loosening the zipper slightly.
“I want you to be able to watch,” he said as he tucked an extra pillow under her head.He positioned her arms down, but not quite touching her sides.From the bottom of the bed, he straightened her legs, placing them ever so slightly apart.“Fuck, Drea.”He shook his head as he studied the length of her, a look of disbelief clouding his blue eyes.“I don’t know how I ended up this lucky.”
Drea tried to quell the flutter of nervousness in her stomach.
“Don’t move,” he said, grabbing the first of the chocolate pens, a rich dark brown.The paint was cool but not unpleasant as he applied it to her right hip.It was impossible to tell what the sweeping curves were meant to be.
His large hand held her hip tightly.There was an air of confidence about him as he painted with a quiet decisiveness.Surrender washed over her as nerves gave way to something more thrilling.The wisp of the brush against her skin was the only point of contact, but she couldn’t have felt any more aroused.
He reached over her to change pens.A lighter shade this time to complement the dark lines already drawn.
“Kiss me,” she sighed as he moved to return to his spot.
Cujo smiled at her.“With pleasure, Shortcake.”
Drea groaned as his lips touched hers, his fingers sliding down between her breasts, along her stomach, and finally between her legs until they brushed against her clit.“So wet,” he murmured against her lips.Drea arched off the bed.“Steady, Shortcake, you don’t want to ruin my masterpiece.”
