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Her shy, soft voice called out to me.
I turned around and clenched my hands in fists, my piercing obsidian eyes darkening as they raked over her elegant figure sitting on the onyx chaise. Her striking green eyes were blinking in my direction, her hands on her thighs—her creamy naked thighs which I had held that morning, eating her out. I prowled towards her, my skin prickling with the heat that was growing inside me to claim the woman in front of me.
Her red hair glowed in the sunlight, falling in tumbles of waves around her and brushing over the peak of her round breasts. Her flat stomach was taut with nerves and her hands were placed modestly in front of her, her legs together, to cover herself.
As if I hadn’t seen every inch of her that she was hiding.
“I am going to touch you to have you sit in a pose, okay?” I managed to voice out with a cold tone, mentally wincing at how harsh I sounded. I didn’t want to, but I had to because my attraction towards Valeria might cause trouble during the painting sessions.
“O… Okay.”
Great, you already scared the poor girl!
I gently touched her shoulder and told her to lean back on the lounger, her elbow resting on the intricate arm. Her legs were positioned on the chaise, with her arm draped over the curve of her waist. I would paint something later to hide her sex, but at the moment, I told her to relax as much as she could in that position. I draped a white lace fabric on the furniture. For the last touch, I tucked her hair over her shoulder with a few tendrils framing her face and brushing her decolletage.
I saw her bite her bottom lip at the proximity. I cupped her face, rubbing the pad of my thumb over the seam of her lip to make her release it, and asked, “Are you comfortable with this?”
She swallowed and nodded. “I am. I will try to stay as still as I can.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, meaning more than just regarding the painting.
Valeria surprised both of us by leaning up and pressing her lips against mine. I ignored the tension in my stomach and kissed her, my hot tongue licking her lips, giving them a soft bite. Her thighs clenched and before we could take it further, I pulled away.
“You are a tease, my sweet.” My voice was heavy with arousal. I stood up, my dark gaze lingering at the pebbled pink tips of her breasts. “Now, stay still.”