Although languid in movement, she obeyed immediately. With her heels brushing against his back, he gripped her ass and tugged her right to the edge of the pillow-top mattress.
“I want to taste you now while you slide over my tongue and come for me.”
He lapped at her sopping cunt. She raised her hips and reached down, gripping his hair in her hands as he licked and sucked on her sensitive flesh.
“Phillipe,” she moaned.
He stiffened his agile tongue and held her in place as he started to tongue-fuck her toward her orgasm. He knew it wouldn’t take long. He brought his finger to where his mouth was busy devouring her sweet pussy, lubricating it with her own sweet arousal. Mimicking her movements that took him to the edge, he moved the wet digit down to the tight little virgin hole that was currently spread apart in this position.
“Hmm. Yes, Chantel.” He hummed against her aching sex. “You’re a naughty little tease, pushing your finger into my ass earlier. Was that a hint?”
Shaking her head, she lifted her hips, trying to get his mouth back into action.
“No?” he asked. He pressed the tip of his finger on her hot little rosette.
“No, I just wanted to—” She panted.
“You wanted to get up my ass?” he asked as he licked her hot center again.
“Phillipe,” she shouted.
“Ah, there’s the ecstatic enthusiasm. Pure rhapsody.”
Suddenly, her knees tightened around his ears, and her hips bucked up as he sucked her clit hard between his lips while pushing his finger deep into her tight ass. She screamed his name so loudly as she came that his ears were actually ringing.
As the somber violins continued to play well after the ringing had subsided, Phillipe knew exactly what he was going to call this painting of her—Rhapsody.
“Are we done, then?” I ask, looking at Phillipe over my shoulder.
It has been at least an hour of my standing here naked and somewhat cold. It has been dead silent for at least half of it. I decided to leave it that way because it seemed he just needed some space today.
“Yes, we can be done. Is your shoulder bothering you?”
He seems faraway and distant. I know he’s thinking ofher.
“No, it isn’t. I’m just a little cold.”
He looks over at me and nods. I see a look in his eyes that, under any other circumstances, I would think is arousal, but I know that look is not for me. That realization makes me feel more than naked. I feelvulnerable.
Slowly, I bring the violin to my front and move to the case, placing the instrument gently on the red silk. He says nothing as I go through the motions of putting on my clothes, item by item.Although he’s here, I know he has left the room somehow. He’s not with me.
I stop by the door before I leave. “Do you mind if I go downstairs tonight to look at the paintings?”
I don’t really know what to expect, but he nods once. “While you’re here, you can go wherever you like.”
I give him my thanks and turn to leave the studio. Making my way down the main curved staircase, I stop to look at the painting hanging on the wall.Rhapsodydepictsthe pose I was in only moments earlier.
This time, I don’t hesitate to reach out and stroke the curve of her right cheek. I trace over the F-holes in the violin, the same pattern that is now dry paint on my skin. She really was beautiful with her otherworldly, flawless skin. It is easy for me to see the appeal.
Shaking my head, I make my way down into the kitchen. As I stand at the window, staring out on the vineyards, I can hear Phillipe’s voice playing over in my mind.
While you are here, you can go wherever you like.
Yes, I can go anywhere—just not into his heart.
Twenty
ALONE
