“Are you done?” I ask softly, hoping he’s not, but also wanting to set my expectations correctly.
“Am I done?” He chuckles and shakes his head back and forth. “Charlotte, we’ve barely begun!” He crouches down beside me and goes to put his paint-speckled hands on either side of my hips before hesitating. “Are these pants important to you?” He holds himself back and looks me in the eyes.
I suppress a grin. How can this young man be so many things? He’s kind and creative and in control. My control, on the other hand, is slipping; I feel myself wanting to curl up in the palm of his dexterous hand. Now it’s my turn to laugh and I jut my chin down towards the paint swipes already gracing my jeans.
“I’m an artist too, you know,” I say back. “And I wore these clothes to the studio for a reason.”
“Good,” he says hungrily. Before I know it, Devo’s fingers are roughly opening the button on my pants and pulling them down to mid-thigh. I gasp.
Finally.
I don’t realize how much heat I’ve been harboring between my legs until the cool air hits me. I squeeze my thighs together and squirm. Devo’s watching me with his lower lip between histeeth. His warm hands grip my hips, just over the band of my panties. I’d chosen a navy lace number... you know, just in case.
I wish I could touch him in return, but all I can do is slant my hips toward him. He begins to run his hands up my outer thighs and over my hips, meeting the hem of my shirt and sliding under it, squeezing the sides of my waist. I love it. In this moment, I realize I don’t want these warm, admiring hands to ever leave me. Part of me remembers that there was something else I cared about just seconds ago… what was it?Oh!
“So, um,” I breathe, “why, um—”Focus!A little yelp escapes me as one of his hands slides down over the crotch of my underwear and cups me, his palm grinding slightly into my clit. “Why blue?”
“Why blue?” he murmurs into my neck, all whilst the heel of his hand rubs slow circles down below, and one moves up to clutch my breast.
“I’ve never seen you use a pastel like this before,” I barely get out. His sensual movements pause, and he lets a couple seconds tick by before looking up at my face, his eyes sparkling.
“So, you’ve been looking me up, have you?” He’s playful, if not a bit cocky. Of course I’ve looked him up and he knows it.
“The color is always inspired by the subject,” he says, taking a moment to remove his hand from my breast and rub the scruff of his jaw. “And you have an innocence about you, but not a true naiveté.” He glances at me, not sure how I’m going to take his explanation. “Just a softness, a femininity that’s pure, like a gentle morning.”
I listen, enrapt.
“I’m not as innocent as you seem to think,” I challenge.
“Oh, I believe you.” He shows me that wolfish grin. “It’s more of the aura that you exude.” Then he softens the smile. “And I saw your painting, the woman in the field with the—” he waves his hand in the air by his head.
“The mist,” I say. “The woman in the mist.” My volume dropsoff. I’m surprised he brought up my work in progress, but it makes sense he stole a look when he left the note on my easel.
“I may have taken inspiration from the hues there,” he says. A warmth spreads throughout my chest.
“So what’s on the canvas now?” I ask. He looks over at where it lays from my vantage point.
“Ah, yes, you can’t see from here.” He smiles, then bends over my abdomen, beginning to kiss my stomach. His lips graze over the top of my belly button, and head lower. “That’s just the background,” he breathes across my skin. “We have yet to paint the subject.” He looks up at me and winks, then slides a corner of my underwear down and exposes skin that never sees the sunlight. I want him with an animalistic need at this point—I urge my hips up.
He pushes me back down. “Nuh-uh. I’m in charge, Charlotte.” I groan in response.
He keeps going, one slow lap with his tongue of the area just above my clit. A sharp intake of breath from me. Then a lazy laparoundmy clit. My eyes almost roll back in my head. At this point, I’m a simple vessel of need and my body is acting accordingly.
Finally, he hooks both sides of my underwear with his forefingers and begins to pull them down to the bottom of my thighs. He does so at an excruciatingly slow pace. With my pants and underwear still bunched around my knees, my thighs are pressed together. Devo takes one hand and slides his fingertips down my slit between my inner thighs. His calloused fingers against the wet heat of my folds is everything I want in that moment. More. I want more. I want to place his hand back over me, but I’m once again reminded that I’m restricted.
He brings his fingers to his mouth then and sucks off my wetness, looking directly in my eyes as he does so. Once he’s done, he grins and licks his lips. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Damn,” I breathe, eyelids heavy. The physical ache in mywrists and arms is completely overcome by the needy ache weighing heavy on all my erogenous zones.
“I love the way you taste,” Devo semi-growls. He’s staring at the fresh pearlescence gleaming between my thighs and I can see the yearning. Devo tugs my jeans and underwear further down and pulls them off over my feet. I do anything I can to help so I point my toes. It’s both liberating and frustrating to be so physically limited. I’m trusting this man to do what he wants with me in a way that satisfies both of us, and it’s exhilarating.
Devo notices my ballerina toes and the corner of his mouth tugs up. Thank goodness Mariah and I had gotten pedicures just a few days ago. My toes are painted with a soft baby blue polish. He grabs the arch of my foot with one hand and murmurs, “Looks like I picked the right color for you, Miss Faure.”
“Beginner’s luck,” I retort, but it comes out slow and sticky. The blood coursing through me has been heavily re-routed from my brain to areas that only seek physical pleasure. He arches an eyebrow after planting a soft kiss on the top of my foot. Then he begins to slide his hands up my leg. I shiver. I’d never shared a sensual experience with someone that was this drawn out. Not even with myself.
“Oh, I’m no beginner,” he replies. Devo’s hand stops at my lower thigh and suddenly, he’s lifted my nearest leg up over his head and draped it across his outer shoulder. His head is now between my legs as he kneels on the ground. He tugs my body so it’s at a more convenient angle for what he's about to do next. I bite my lip in anticipation.
“A beginner with you maybe,” he continues, “but let’s see if we can’t graduate to the next level.” With that, Devo places his head right in front of my pussy and gives a long, luxurious lick up my slit. My abdomen muscles tense and I let out a moan. His multi-colored eyes look up at me from between my legs and pin me to the settee. I amend what I had previously said to myself.Thisis the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
