Page 12 of Never Nix Up (The Arun Nixes #2)

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Finn

E ven as I undress, I can’t take my eyes off her.

She feels completely self-assured, comfortable in her body in a way that has me envious. I keep touching her, stroking her skin, following the undulations of her curves over the swell of her belly and towards her thick thighs. And blonde curls, nestled between her legs. I hadn’t known she was blonde. To me she will always be the pink-haired angel who came floating into my bakery, looking as if she wanted to hide away from the world.

Her hair spills out around her now, like a halo. I managed to tie the blindfold under the waves of her curls, so it doesn’t disturb the peaceful model she makes. If she were a red-head, I’d feel like Titian, about to create a great canvas.

I’m more nervous than I expected. Kink, I’ve got, but bringing art into it? Hazel is an actual artist, and a very talented one, and whatever swirls of colour that I’ll daub on her skin won’t even come close to her skill. But I have to remind myself that it’s not about that.

Every time I play with someone–do a kink scene with someone–I like to think about what I’m trying to achieve. With Hazel, here in this moment, that is very clear. I’m trying to bring her peace and pleasure.

That’s part of why I’ve blindfolded her. When you can’t see what’s going to happen next, you can’t control it, or decide how you’re going to react. It places you very firmly in your body, experiencing being present in a very unique way. And from what she’s been saying about her life working for Trisantona, it seems as if she hasn’t been able to reach that space for a while.

That’s what I want for her.

It’s a little selfish too, though. Because when I trace a path across her skin with the paintbrush, her whole body trembles. And that almost undoes me. I’m barely paying attention to the colours that I’m using, just focusing on the areas that make her tremble the most: the sides of her breasts, the tops of her thighs, and the area between her stomach and her clit. That makes her almost keen, the sound shocking both of us into laughter.

“What on earth was that?” she laughs out, but I don’t want her self-conscious, don’t want her to fall out of that headspace she’s been in and so I allow my spare had to drift between her legs.

Her clit isn’t hard to seek out; it’s pink and clearly dying for attention. My fingers move around it in circles that get smaller and smaller, but never quite small enough.

“That’s not fair,” she growls. Yes, Hazel actually growls at me and I couldn’t be prouder of my girl for making it clear exactly what she wants.

I have no intention of giving that easily though. “Not fair, baby? What’s not fair?”

“You teasing me like this.” She doesn’t sit up, but her hands are clenched into fists that tighten every time I come close to her clit.

I lean down and blow, and her hips jerk up, desperately seeking contact.

“Fuck you,” she says, and there’s a gravel in her voice there that I’m coming to associate with desire. “Fuck you, Finn.”

“Now now, baby,” I say. “That’s my job.” And I slide three fingers straight into her pussy without any warning.

She didn’t need the warning. My baby girl is so wet that I add a fourth finger and enter her up to her knuckles.

The sound she makes is a spell, I swear it, because it has me lowering my head so I can lick and suck on her clit whilst I fingerfuck her. She tastes salty and sweet, and I could lose myself in the taste of her for days. I almost drift into some kind of topspace myself, all lightheaded and hazy. All that matters is the world between her thighs.

All that matters in my world, is between her thighs right now. She’s gasping and moaning and her fingers are digging into my scalp, urging me closer as she rides my tongue all the way to an orgasm that crashes through her so violently that her cunt is still clenching around my fingers long after she’s done.

When I take off her blindfold, I expect her to want to cuddle, but she’s urging me forward, to sit on her face. She should rest have cuddles, but when I explain that she actually pouts and I can’t deny Hazel anything it appears, because I’m lowering myself onto her mouth and damn if she doesn’t make the ride worthwhile.

She’s eager, enthusiastic, hands gripping my thighs as she licks and nips and teases. I’m caught between affection and lust, until she sucks my clit into her mouth and I just can’t help myself. I grind on her mouth, riding my beautiful girl until I come all over her face.

“Wow,” she says, grinning, when I throw myself onto the bed next to her.

I kiss her, not caring that my pleasure is on her mouth. How can I, when my pleasure is everything she does?

I’m struck then about how great a gift we’re giving the Goddess. If I’m feeling like this, and Hazel is feeling as she so clearly is, the energy coming off us must be off the charts. Trisantona is certainly getting a lot of bang for her buck.

“Hey baby,” I say. “How was that?”

“Wow,” she says again, and kisses me leisurely. It’s only then that she looks down and notices the paint the covers her skin. “Holy crap, Finn. That’s a lot of paint!”

“It’s non-toxic, I promise,” I reassure her. “It’ll wash off.”

“Oh yeah?” Blue eyes twinkle at me, and I love how happy she is right now. “Where’s your shower? Come wash it off me?”