I draped my hand over my head, letting my elbow point forward. And as Leo did the same, I nodded. “Good. Now lean your ear toward your shoulder?”
“...Like this?” Leo scrunched her neck to the left, twisting her arm out of place.
“Other direction,” I corrected, sliding my hand over her trap to redirect her. “Just like that, perfect. And you’re going to let your right shoulder drop so that your hand is resting on your inner thigh… Perfect. You’re a natural.”
“Or maybe I’m just as good at taking orders as I am at receiving them.” Leo smirked.
“Next order: try to hold still,” I smirked, settling back in with my sketch pad. “It’s going to take me a minute to sketch out the tattoos.”
As soon as the pencil was back in my hand, the drawing came like second nature: sketching out the basic rough linesand blocking out the shapes until I had something that looked vaguely like a person.
From there, I started to carve out the finer details: the cut of her quads, the caress of her rough hand over her thigh, the way the light highlighted the swell of her muscles. It was like drawing a marble sculpture: she was perfect.
She’s making it hard to focus.
I wanted to be professional about it: Lord knows how many times in my life I might get the chance to do this. But I couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous, and the thought of those plush lips against my skin wasn’t theoretical. I knew exactly what those hands felt like sliding over my skin, what those arms felt like pinning me down,
She was gorgeous, and impossibly, she was mine.
Crossing my legs, I tried to ignore the throbbing that was growing inside of me. But apparently, I wasn’t the only one aching.
Up on the pedestal, Leo tried to keep her expression neutral, but as I worked on her face, I could see the slight furrow of her brow. It wasn’t much longer before her muscles began to twitch, fatigued from nearly an hour of posing.
“Do you need a break?” I called, peering around my sketchbook.
“..No,” she lied through gritted teeth.
Rolling my eyes, I added a few more lines before setting the pencil down. “Well I’m all done. You’re free.”
With a sigh, she let her limbs collapse, rolling out the ache in her trap. “Jeez, that’s harder than they make it look in movies.”
“No kidding,” I laughed, tossing her a water bottle from the bag. “You were a champ though. Are you feeling okay?”
“I’m good.” She twisted the cap off and took a big gulp. “I’ll be better once I see what it was all for though.”
“It’s not—” but before I could get a word in edgewise, Leo pushed herself up to her feet, ambling over to my workstation.
“Fuck, Kiera!” She rested her hands on her hips as she stood at my shoulder. This close, I could see the sweat beading down her abs and smell the rich, smokey musk between her legs. But I did my best to ignore her nudity, even as she hovered just inches from my touch.
“It could be better,” I frowned.
“It’s fucking amazing!” Leo shouted, wrapping her arms around me from behind. “Oh boy, Spencer’s gonna shit a brick when she sees this.”
“Do you really like it?” I craned my neck to look up at her.
“I love it, baby. I’m gonna hang it in the den.”
“Oh god,” I laughed. “Dom’ll burn it if you do.”
“I’d like to see her try.” Leo chuckled against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
The sun was going strong now, painting the studio in warm golden light.Probably time to pack up my tools— it wasn’t smart to push my luck, especially if I wanted any chance at another outing like this in the future.
But it was still early. Our phones hadn’t rung. And truthfully, I was too drunk on Leo’s warmth to walk away from this moment. Lifting my hands to where her forearm rested against my collar bone, I gave Leo a squeeze, taking in a deep breath of her musk.
I wanted to remember this moment: how amazing it was to have someone really believe in me, how lucky I felt to have Leo taking such good care of me.
And as Leo pulled away to retrieve her clothes from the other side of the room, I surprised myself. “Don’t… not yet.”
