Little puffs of air glide from her plump lips, and her chest inflates as I begin drawing her. “Relax, sweetheart,” I murmur, my eyes moving from her naked body to my pad as I pencil in her outline, willing my hands to stop shaking. “Hold as still as you can.”
“As you wish, painter boy.” Her face is flushed, her eyes bright as she attempts to contain her nerves. I know this is a big deal for her, and it means so much that she trusts me to do this. As long as I live, I will never forget this moment.
Silence descends as I continue to draw her, filling in the curves on her body, while fire burns in my veins and my skin sizzles. Our chemistry sparks in the room, bouncing off the walls, adding an extra element to contend with. My hand trembles again, and she notices. “You’re shaking.”
I lift my eyes, immediately finding her gaze centered on me. “I’m nervous. I’m drawing the woman I love in a moment I have fantasized about for a long time. It’s kind of surreal, and I want to capture your beauty perfectly. Not just what is visible on the outside but the beauty that radiates from within.”
Her face softens. “I love you, Vander, and I trust you. You’re too talented to be nervous. I know it’s going to be breathtaking.”
“I think the day I’m not nervous about my talent is the day I’ve become complacent,” I admit, forcing my gaze back to my pad. I could sit and stare at her for hours and never grow tired of the view.
“So, nerves are good?” The inflection in her voice poses the question.
“Some are. As long as it isn’t debilitating.” I raise my eyes and pin her in place. “Now, shush, woman. Let the maestro work.”
Classical music wafts in the air as I settle into my work, perfecting her body on the page before I focus on her face. My fingers smudge the pencil, creating soft shadows that set the tone and warm contours that present her body in an almost ethereal way.
I inspect her face as my wrist tilts and I pencil in her features, marveling over the perfect symmetry, her cute button nose, her full mouth, the delicate smattering of freckles across the tops of her cheeks, and—the pièce de résistance—her stunning big blue eyes. Framed by thick, long, black lashes, they are the most unique violet-blue color I have ever seen. Kendall’s eyes truly are the window to her soul, and when I look into them, I instantly fall into their vibrant depths, and it takes colossal willpower to drag my gaze away.
“Keep that up, and you’re getting fucked,” she murmurs, reciting my words back at me.
“Keep what up?” I feign innocence as I finish lining her lush mouth.
“Looking at me like that.”
“I can’t help it. You hypnotize me.”
“Are you done yet?”
I chuckle. “Whatever happened to keeping my hands off you?” I lick my lips as I skim my eyes over her body in a deliberately slow perusal.
Her thighs visibly tighten, and she squirms, forcing all the blood to rush to my dick, transforming the semi I’ve been sporting this past hour into a full hard-on. “I didn’t think this would take so long or it would be so hard keeping still.”
I’m proud of how well she did. It’s not easy posing for any artist, especially naked and where there is strong sexual chemistry. Kendall is not the type of woman to sit still for long. She is always on the go. Always active, so I know it was a bit of a challenge. “You did amazing,” I say, closing my pad, setting it and my pencil on the small table beside me. Dropping to my knees, I crawl toward her. “And I think you deserve a reward.”
She bites down on her lips as I approach, and a pretty blush blooms on her chest. I pull up to my knees and lean over to kiss her. “I love you.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair, and she tugs my head back, arching my neck so she can more easily reach my lips. Her tongue darts out, and she licks a line along my top lip and then my bottom one, and my cock tries to drive a hole through my pants. “I love you too.” She plants a hard kiss on my lips. “That was one of the most erotic moments of my life, and I can’t wait to see it.”
Repositioning her so she’s sitting in the center of the chaise longue, I part her thighs and move in between them. “It needs more work, and I don’t want to show you until it’s complete.” I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, and she shivers.
“That’s fine by me,” she rasps, gasping when I lift her leg and plant it over my shoulder, granting me better access to her softest place.
Parting her folds with my thumbs, I stare at her glistening pink pussy with a hunger that is endless. “Hold on, babe. I’m starving, and you’re about to be devoured.” Kendall grips the back of the chaise, and I dive in, feasting on her warm, soft flesh, using my fingers and my tongue to bring her to the brink of ecstasy, time and time again, until I take pity on her and finish the job.
Watching her fall apart, with my mouth on her most intimate parts, never ceases to amaze me. I never thought I’d have this with her, and now I know what it feels like, I never want to let her go.
38
VANDER
“That’s better,” I say, watching Kendall tilt forward at the waist, bend her elbow, and swing it back toward Crusher’s face. He rears back, on instinct, and she gets free.
“That’s how you get out of a hold if someone sneaks up on you from behind,” I tell Viola and June. They joined our self-defense sessions these past couple of weeks, so I roped Crusher and Boner into helping. Not that it required much coercion. Especially on Boner’s part because I’m pretty sure he has a giant-sized boner for Kendall’s childhood friend.Pun intended. I’ve spotted Viola checking him out too, so I think the attraction is mutual. What a pity Kendall and I have to conduct our relationship in secret. We could have double-dated.
Man, if West could hear my thoughts, he’d give me such shit.
“Then you can deploy another move,” Boner says, pulling me out of my head, “like a groin kick or the heel-palm strike to incapacitate your attacker so you can escape.”
