Page 24 of Canvas’ Muse

I sit up enough to grab the hem of Nora's borrowed t-shirt, pulling it over my head. My breasts bounce free. I'm not wearing a bra anymore, and I watch Davis's face for his reaction.

I love my curves. I've worked hard to love them, to own them, to stop letting other people's opinions define how I see myself. But there's always that moment of uncertainty when someone new sees your body for the first time. The question of whether they'll appreciate what they see or find it lacking.

Davis looks like he just found religion.

"Fuck," he breathes, his good hand already reaching for me. "You’re beautiful, Eden."

He traces the curve of my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple until it's a hard point.

"There's a lot I can do with just one hand," he says, grinning up at me.

"I can't wait to see." My voice is already breathless. "But we stop if you start bleeding."

He nods, then his mouth is on my breast, tongue circling my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation shoots straight to my pussy, and I arch into him with a moan. He alternates between sucking and licking, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, while his hand kneads my other breast.

It feels incredible, but I need more. I'm already dripping, can feel my panties getting soaked, my inner thighs slick. I grip his hair, tugging, trying to pull him lower.

"You in a hurry?" he asks against my skin, looking up at me with those dark eyes.

"You'll understand when you get there."

That makes him move. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my borrowed sweatpants and pulls them down, working one-handed but managing impressively well for someone with a bullet wound. The sweatpants hit the floor, leaving me in just my panties.

Davis stares.

My panties are completely soaked, the fabric darker where it's wet, clinging to every curve. I can feel how slick I am, how ready, and suddenly I'm self-conscious again.

"I get a bit too excited," I say, half-apologetic, half-defiant.

"I can see." His voice is rough, reverent. "And I fucking love it."

Before I can respond, he's diving between my thighs, pulling my panties aside and putting his mouth directly on my pussy.

"Oh fuck—" The words dissolve into a moan as his tongue runs along my slit, licking up all the wetness he caused.

He devours me like a man starving, like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. His hands grip my slick inner thighs, spreading me wider, and his tongue is everywhere. Circling my clit, dipping inside me, running back and forth in a rhythm that has me begging him not to stop. I've had oral before, but nothing like this.

Davis eats pussy like it's his life's purpose, like he was put on this earth specifically to make me lose my mind. He's focused, relentless, paying attention to every sound I make, every time I gasp or moan or tug on his hair.

"Fuck, you taste incredible," he says against my pussy, the vibration of his voice sending fresh waves of pleasure through me.

I'm gripping the sheets, back arching off the bed, my thighs trembling. It's too much and not enough all at once. My clit is throbbing, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.

"Davis—" His name comes out broken, pleading.

He doubles down, sucking my clit into his mouth while his tongue flicks against it. The combination pushes me over the edge. I come hard, my whole body shaking, thighs trying to close around his head as pleasure crashes through me in waves.

He doesn't stop.

While I'm still coming, still trembling and gasping, he slides two fingers inside me and curves them up to hit that perfect spot. The orgasm intensifies, transforms into something bigger, and suddenly I'm squirting: liquid gushing out of me all over his face, soaking his hand, the sheets beneath me.

"Oh my god—" I'm mortified, overwhelmed and still coming. "I'm sorry—"

"Don't." Davis's voice is fierce and authoritative. He looks up at me, his face glistening with my arousal, and he's smiling like he just won the lottery. "Don't apologize. I love how expressive you are. How much you're enjoying this."

He's still moving his fingers inside me, gentler now but keeping the pleasure going, drawing out every last aftershock until I'm boneless and panting on the bed.

I can't hold back anymore.