He set back to work, applying layers of detail similar to the henna tattoo Aunt Celine had gotten once for a friend’s wedding.
Drea closed her eyes, her body a powder keg about to detonate.
Cujo moved up her body, the strokes catching the underside of her breast.
“I love the way your nipple tightens when I do this,” Cujo said huskily.From the bulge in his jeans, he was just as turned on as she was.“I want to suck on them, but if I do, I know I’m not going to stop.”
She opened her eyes, and saw his bright blue eyes darkened with a lust for her she could feel.“Please, do,” she gasped.
Cujo shook his head.“Not ’til I’m finished.”
Drea burned for his touch.Without thinking, she lowered her left hand and covered her clit, pressing down on the sensitive nub.
“Fuck, Drea.That’s so hot, baby.Play with yourself while I finish this.”
The strokes passed over her left breast, teasing her nipple as he painted directly over it.Drea raised her hand, offered Cujo her index finger.Knowing what she needed, he sucked it into his mouth, swirled his tongue around it with a groan.“I love how you taste.”
Drea lowered her finger, gently rubbed it over her clit, and pushed it between the soft, wet skin of her lips.
Sucking in a breath, she slid it out again, a slow, steady pace to bring some relief.
Cujo groaned and stopped painting.He watched, slack-mouthed, as she touched herself.
Drea removed her finger, brought it back to his mouth.He gripped her wrist, held her imprisoned as he swirled his tongue around her finger.
“I want to fuck you so bad; I could come from the taste of you.”His tormented groan teased her.He let go off her hand.
“Hurry, please.”The brush strokes quickened across her skin as she increased the slide of her finger in tandem.“Hurry, Brody, I’m so close.Finish me, please.”
She jumped as his finger replaced hers, groaning as he stretched her wider.His thumb circled her clit.When he pushed a second finger inside her, she knotted the sheets in her fists.Nothing had ever felt so frighteningly consuming.
“Brody.”Drea came hard, squeezing around Cujo’s fingers, as she rode out her orgasm.
***
Feeling Drea’s involuntary tremors around his fingers brought him right to the edge.His cock strained in response to her orgasm, desperate to join her.The way she gave herself so freely, so passionately, was the most perfect expression of who she was.
More than anything, he wanted to rip his jeans off and slide into her, but he banked the urge.
He moved up the bed and brushed his wet fingers along her lips.Drea’s eyes fluttered closed as he kissed her, sharing the incredibly erotic moment.Shivers of delight continued to consume her.
Glitter.The artwork needed to sparkle like she did.Holding the container above her, he tapped the sides, encouraging the flecks of gold to fall like autumn leaves on her tanned skin.
Drea’s eyes opened as he stood, placing the glitter back on the side table.What a picture she made.All golden hair mussed on the pillow, long shimmering limbs spread across the sheet, covered in his artwork.
He moved the white sheet so it covered her most intimate areas, and repositioned her arm across her unpainted breast.As much as he wanted to take her, he wanted to see if she’d let him do this first.The phoenix wings dipped just under her hand, but he knew she wouldn’t want to be so obviously displayed.Its head swirled around her left nipple, hiding it completely.
“You’re beautiful, Drea.”He kissed her, unable to resist those sweet lips a moment longer.“I want to take a photograph for you.With your phone.You need to see how I see you.”
Drea nodded, a bright spark of desire in her eyes.“I trust you.”
The words made him feel a million feet tall.Cujo stood, grabbing her phone off the side table.It took a moment to get the angle right.He wanted the photograph to look artistic, not lewd, yet capture all the erotic glory of the moment.
“Perfect.”He took the photo quickly, not wanting her to lose the freshly loved look on her face.
Cujo slipped off his jeans and rolled on a condom.His cock hurt, but if he’d taken them off any sooner, he would never have gotten the painting done.
He sat on the bed next to Drea and showed her the photograph.His heart flipped when she gasped in surprise.
