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Khalid
(Khalid first person. Valeria third person)
“What about the color green?” I asked, dipping the flat brush in blue paint and mixing it with white and a bit of red on the color plate with linseed oil to thicken it.
Valeria hummed, her naked body lounging in the pose, her body much more relaxed. Her eyes were still blindfolded, but she wasn’t tensed as before. I was glad that she trusted me.
“It is nature. Leaves, grasses, the rustles of palm tree leaves remind me of green. I sense a lot of refreshment and peace in the color.”
I stopped painting, staring at her. The slight scrunch between her eyebrows vanishing as she finished speaking. Her answer was short and filled with such depth that I was intrigued. Every time I spent time with her, I discovered something new about her and was in awe of Valeria. I wanted to spend more time with her.
“What do you think about brown?” She asked, her head tilting in his direction for a flicker of moment.
I continued painting, the light blue paint melting into the plain canvas. “For me, brown is dirt. Earth.” I thought over it and continued, “How the suppleness of the leaves feels like green, it is like life. But when the leaves are crispy or turn brown, they are dead, it is like death.”
Valeria hummed.
“What about you? What do you think of brown, Valeria?”
“To be honest…” her cheeks and ears turned red as I waited for her to continue. “Brown reminds me of fart.”
I grinned, shaking my head as she chuckled, cupping her mouth. I wished I could talk to her all day, laugh with her, kiss her smile and be with her.
A lock of her red hair fell over her neck, brushing the roundness of her bare breast. I averted my eyes and washed away the blue paint from the brush.
We had started the painting early that morning and the first coat of paint was finished. I had finished painting the color of her skin and hair, adding shadows and depth to the curves and then working on the background and chaise. The canvas would dry the whole night as the studio was open to air and I could work on second coat the next day.
After telling her to relax, I washed the brushes, glancing at her. Her naked body stretching over the chaise. She emitted a soft sigh, lifting her arms over her head. The muscles of her stomach and legs tightened; my gleaming eyes pinned over the pink tips of her breasts.
I licked my lips.
The thump of brush falling on the ground snapped me back to reality and out of the fantasy I was having. Valeria looked in my direction when I hurriedly kept the paint and brushes away.
“Were you staring at me, Your Highness?” Her voice was sultry when she offered me a small smirk.
I raised my eyebrows at her. Standing up to my full height, I prowled towards her, her eyes still blindfolded with the silk.
“And what if I was? I have seen, touched and licked every inch of your skin, my sweet one,” my voice lowered with each step I took towards her.
Valeria licked her lips, knowing Khalid was in closer proximity than before. She had heard him keep his painting tools away. She sat up in a sitting position and clenched her hands in a fist when his warm hands glided over her thighs, sending a shiver of tingles down her core. The delicious sensation of his hands on her skin made her clench her sex.
The clench of her thighs didn’t go unnoticed by me as I knelt in front of her, fully clothed and in awe with her responsive body. I loved how sensitive she was to my touch.
“Are you wet for me, Valeria?” I asked, my voice low, knowing that she was dripping for me. When she failed to reply, I leaned closer, digging my fingers on her creamy thighs and purred in her ear, “I cansmellhow wet you are.”
“Khalid.” she let out a soft teasing moan, her muscles quivering beneath his touch. She arched up at him, wanting to embrace him. “Please touch me.”
I hummed, kissing the corner of her lips and spreading her knees. The heavy, musky scent of her feminine arousal wafted in the air. I let out a warm sigh on the hollow of her neck and kissed the soft skin. No one made me lose my mind like she did.
Valeria bit her bottom lip when the stubble on his jaw grazed her skin, his hands trailing all over her body but not touching where she wanted him the most. Her hips raised towards him when he licked the valley of her chest, kissing the pale, sensitive skin of her breast.
“Where do you want me to touch you, Valeria?” I asked, my voice gruff with lust.
She breathed out. “Everywhere.”
I gazed at the woman in front of me and shook my head. Tugging at the silk covering her eyes, I raked my hand through her hair, holding her head and kissing her lips. She melted in my arms when I held her, ravishing and tasting her lips like a starved man. My teeth nipped at her bottom lip when she groaned in my mouth at the tweak of my fingers on her hardened nipple.
Before my hot mouth could soften the burn of a pinch on her nub, there was a knock on the door of the studio making me pull away from her. I regretted moving away from her, but I didn’t want anyone to find us like this, especially Valeria. She was still naked on the chaise.