by Azure Boone
“For me it is.”
Ooookay. I could deal with that. This was just… artsy.
I turned around and leveled my eyes on his. “I’m fine. I used to be a nurse, I’ve seen naked men before.” Matter-of-fact and nonchalant. No need to include that these men were in a nursing home. Old and wrinkly. Not gorgeous. With a perfect body and cutting blue eyes and a smile that boiled my female radiator, good lord. I resisted the urge to fan my flaming cheeks, watching my moon god break into the most soul stirring smile.
“Good,” he said, “can you disrobe and lay in the sheets for me?”
“Disrobe?” Dammit, hadn’t meant for the word to actually come out. Artsy. Naked is artsy. “Alright.” I nodded a little and stared at him, then chewed my lower lip. “You mind… turning around?”
His brows slowly rose with wonder then understanding. “Not at all.”
He presented me with his perfect buns and my mouth opened with no speech, thank God. I quickly ran to the side of the bed, took off the robe and jumped in the sheets, the smell of masculinity and cologne stroking over my female parts. “I’m ready.”
He turned and my jaw dropped. Shit, I wasn’t ready. I’d forgotten he was naked and didn’t brace for it. So, of course I stared right at his privates with open awe. When I realized, I jerked my eyes up and found him looking at me with a sheepish grin. “What?” xLeave it to me to ask the stupidest question in the fricken world.
He shook his head and laughed while settling on the stool next to the large canvas. “Never had a woman stare at me like that, that’s all.”
I swallowed. “Oh? Is that not allowed?”
He leveled his blue gaze on me and gave a slight shrug. “There’s no rules, really. Where that’s concerned.”
I held the sheet tight to my chest. “I have a hard time believing that no woman has looked at you before.”
He dabbed his brush on something with a hint of a smile. “I didn’t say a woman never looked at me before.”
Heat burned my cheeks as I got what he meant. No woman had ever gawked like an idiot at him before. Stared like she’d never seen a man before. Just act like it’s no big deal, this is all nooooo big deal. “Oh.”
He looked at me then and I wondered if the artist was looking at me now. By the way his face grew so serious and intense, I hoped so. A man looking at me like that needed a damn good reason or else I’d be thinking he was seeing something totally amazing. “You always look like that when you paint people?”
The artist within him seemed to politely recede and his face softened. “Like what?”
“I don’t know, just like… you’re seeing some kind of phenomenon.”
He smiled and lowered his head. “I think I am. With you.”
His words punched me right in the heart. I suddenly wanted to bear myself entirely to him. “Ain’t nothing special about me Johnny Blue,” I murmured, mostly to myself.
I panicked when he left the easel and came toward the bed with that serious look and giant penis. I didn’t know where to put my eyes. Meeting his gaze seemed the most dangerous, and below his face was equally as dangerous and anywhere else looked like I was bothered. Conversation was the only thing I could think of. “Am I posing wrong? Probably not even posing really.”
He sat on the bed next to me. “Look at me,” he whispered.
My pulse roared in my ears as I obeyed. No doubt he read the fear in my eyes so entirely, but I couldn’t help it, his closeness incapacitated my thought to speech processes. I swallowed as he reached and slid his finger from my temple to chin. Then he leaned slowly toward me.
All I saw were those perfect full lips coming for me. I waited for what I’d imagined since first I’d laid eyes on him. His lips softly touched mine, almost in a searching, sensing, kind of way. A whimper caught in my throat as my own lips softened for him. “How can you not know this?” he asked, just next to my lips.
His hot breath brought on that swooning sensation. “Know what?” I barely whimpered.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me back onto the bed. But he didn’t follow, he just stared at me with that intense look, the brooding face of a troubled soul. I wasn’t sure what to do, what he wanted or needed, as a man, an artist, whatever, I just wanted to give it, that’s all I knew. I let my hands lay loose, next to me, telling him I was ready, for whatever he wanted.
I watched him fix his serious gaze on my covered breasts. My eyes lowered to his hand as it reached for the sheet. He carefully slid it down, like he were unveiling something sacred. I looked at his face when he exposed one of my breasts, resisting the urge to hide it, terrified of what he’d think. The agony I found in his face only worried me. I knew the rapid rise and fall of my chest told on me, but there was no hiding it.
His erection seemed to get… more erect, and a shudder passed through me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He reached with his index finger and slid it softly around my hardened nipple, but not touching it.
I gave a desperate moan. What was he doing? Why? I only kind of wanted to know as my lids became weighted with that lava in my veins. The intense throbbing between my legs was unbearable. I really wanted to touch him back but didn’t have a clue what was right in that moment.
He slid the sheet lower, until it rested on the curve of my hip. I slowly relaxed, laying fully on my back, arching just a little, presenting him my breasts. They were his and I wanted him to take them.
His eyes devoured my gift, his lips parting with heavy breathing. I was encouraged. By that and the size of his erection. He slowly backed off the bed, standing next to it, his gaze finally making it back to mine. I didn’t hide what I felt. What I wanted so desperately. His head shook slowly. “Don’t—move.”
He hurried off and returned with his easel, and brushes. He looked at me with that desperate, almost panicked look, as though worried the rare butterfly might fly off. How could I? The man had me so bound with invisible strings of desire, there was no thought of flying anywhere but into his arms.
I’d only ever been touched by my ex-husband and that was ten years ago. He’d never made me feel like this, even when he was being halfway nice. How hard it was to stay still with this fire blooming in me. “Johnny,” I whispered, or begged, or croaked, maybe all three.
“Wait Jewel,” he begged me back, nearly just as desperate. “Five minutes, I promise.”
Five minutes? And then what? I swallowed, closing my eyes in agony and licking my lips. I appeased my longing with watching him. He stood so that I could see him entirely. My eyes were on his erection, and I whimpered when imagining what it would feel like plunging inside me.
The sound of my need made it jump and more fire spread through me, drawing a light moan as it did.
An eternity later, he turned to me. I got up on my elbows and stared back into his gaze that no longer held the frantic artist but the man within. At least I think. Or hoped. His eyes relaxed with a certain confidence that made me ache. A promise that made my heart race and my neglected parts tremble.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his erection so… very erect, and I could only stare at it. I’d never really looked at one closely. And I surely never wanted one more than I did in that second. I looked up at him, not sure what I was supposed to do. I knew what I wanted to do, and could hardly believe it. I’d always thought only whores did things like that. I licked my lips thinking I’d never seen anything more beautiful, more… edible.
The idea of tasting it, made my heart skitter. I glanced back up at Johnny and saw he was letting me decide what I wanted. The look in his eyes, the way his breath labored. He wanted me to do it. But he didn’t want to ask.
Desire soared through my blood and gave me a grace I surely didn’t possess. It guided my limbs and body with its music, slow, sensual, and calculated. I moved until I knelt before him then lowered until my butt was on the bed, knees apart. I aimed for the base of his erection with my index finger, watching his face as I trace
d it over his long hard length. That agony returned to his features and it made me want to soothe him. But first I needed to touch. Everywhere. I raised up on my knees and placed my hands on his chest, exploring those hard muscles wrapped in glowing white silk. He was so warm. My hunger to consume him grew as my fingers discovered every rise and dip of muscle, becoming firm as they circled around the back of him. I looked down at his cock between us and leaned so that the head brushed my nipple. I moaned at how delicious that felt.
Unable to wait, I returned to his erection and took it in both hands. Lowering until I sat on the bed again, I placed a tender kiss on the end of it.
He gasped and groaned and my eyes rolled at the sound. I reached between his legs and softly raked his tight balls with my nails, raising my eyes up along the rigid line of glowing muscles. My gaze ended on his anguished face as I sucked his entire head into my mouth and licked it slowly all around.
His trembling hand came to rest on my head. He was beautiful with those full lips parted, blue eyes darkened by desire.
It was time to get lost in him, in the taste of him. I very slowly slid my mouth down toward the base of his hard length. He growled when his head hit the back of my throat, then gasped when I moaned on him. I slowly slid my way back up, keeping a firm suction with my lips as I did. When I reached the head, I circled the ridge with my tongue, flicking and teasing the top. He tasted… slightly salty, and combined with the smell of him, it triggered some serious pheromones in me. Not to mention the way he responded… shock and amazement, almost like nobody had ever done that to him before. So hard to believe. But not hard to wish.
I decided I’d believe it, even if I might end up wrong, and I’d make this very memorable for him. Urges to do the most un-thought of things entered my mind and I obeyed, liking the ideas. I slipped both hands between his upper thighs and pushed, letting him know I wanted them open more.
He obliged me with an eager gasp.
Once he was open, I held the base of his cock in one hand, slid my mouth slowly down then reached between his legs. Finger at the top of his butt, I moved my mouth over him in long strokes while softly drawing the tip between those delicious cheeks. When I passed over his cute exit, I gently wiggled, curious, and let his cock hit the back of my throat, moaning long on him.
“Oh God.” The words gasped and growled. He clamped a hand in my hair.
Oh God, right back at you, Johnny Blue. I slowly pulled up until his swollen head popped out of my mouth. I placed kisses all over it, never having loved anything more. I closed my eyes and rubbed it over my lips and cheeks and nose, then placed more tender kisses all along his length.
“Jewel,” he growled.
I finally had to have him. I slowly leaned away and placed my hands on the bed behind me, staring at him much the same way he’d first stared at me. Your turn to touch, I silently said. I drew in my lower lip, adding a silent beg to it.
He leaned his head and looked between my legs and I couldn’t resist opening my knees, letting him know how much I wanted him. God I hoped he didn’t think I did this kind of thing on a regular basis. More like a never basis. He turned around for a brief few seconds then faced me holding two paintbrushes in his hand. Everything throbbed between my legs as I stared at them, wondering what he had in mind. I lay back on my elbows, lower legs beneath me still, glad I was limber enough for this exciting position.
He knelt on the bed between my legs and used his knees to push mine wider. He stared into my gaze with intense blue eyes and I thought I’d explode right there from such a thing. My legs wide open while he pierced me with those beautiful sapphires was just orgasmic.
I pushed my breasts up for him, wanting his touch however I could get it. It occurred to me in that second how badly I needed to be touched. Loved. Desired.
He turned his attention between my legs and I watched as he approached me with the brush. “Did you know,” he whispered, “that I can see things with people?” He barely swept the soft bristles over my aching bud and I gave a strained moan at the hard throb it created. “Mmmm.” He brushed it again, looking into my face while he twirled the soft bristles in slow circles over my clit. “With you, I see so many things.” He reached with the other brush and flicked my hard nipple.
I answered with a whimpered moan.
His face became tormented again and I think I knew why this time. I was still on my elbows, watching him, but my head kept falling back in ecstasy while he flicked my nipple and clit, making the fire between my legs so hard to bear. “Please, yes, do it, do it.”
I brought my head up when I felt something at my entrance. I gasped, straining for it. It was his finger. He’d put the breast brush down to tease my entrance. Such a nice trade, Lord yes. While still making those insane circles on my clit, he slowly wiggled his finger inside me.
“I see the color of your pain.” My head fell back as his finger carefully searched the most private part of me. “And your needs...” I brought my head forward, needing to see him. His eyes were closed and his dark brows drawn. “Both are…beautiful.”
I gasped out a half moan and he met it with guttural groan. “You’re so hot and tight,” he whispered, amazed.
I pumped, needing him to drive something into me deep. His finger slid slowly out then plunged in and flicked rapidly. The sensation was so shocking and unexpected, my body just broke right there where his finger assaulted.
“Holy shit.” He sounded as surprised as I was and moved his finger in and out at a fast pace, drawing the most amazing climax from me that I’d never in all my life experienced. I thrashed my head and arched my back while holding his hand tight to me, wanting every bit of it.
Before I could recover, Johnny moved me so that my legs were free. He opened them wide and buried his mouth between my folds and licked, kissed, and sucked my throbbing clit until the heat reached tormenting. Then his finger was in me again, softly flicking that amazing spot inside me that I didn’t know existed.
I moaned, desperate for what I felt coming, “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Mmmm, you taste amazing.” The words feathered over my clit that he flicked at a maddening pace before placing his whole mouth over it and sucking softly.
“Johnny, Johnny!” It was all I could manage as the pressing heat wound around every nerve in my body. I grabbed the sheets and arched my back, then latched my fingers into his hair and pressed him to me. He moaned and wiggled his lips between mine while flicking my clit with frantic licks, and that was just it—pleasure exploded inside me, exploded in every nerve and fiber of my being. I bucked and screamed and gasped as he gripped the juncture at my thighs hard and growled all over me.
I was still drunk from the new ordeal when Johnny covered me with his lean hard body, kissing me senseless while his warm erection lay against my entrance. He moved the head along my slick folds and I whimpered, waiting. He plunged into me and I gasped the shocking pleasure right into his mouth, I couldn’t help it. He groaned back in mine, nibbling my lips and licking at my tongue. Then he fucked me like I’d never been fucked before.
He pulled out suddenly and I literally yelped at the abrupt emptiness. He knelt between my legs, wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me to him in one jerk.
I gasped and whimpered, loving the feel of his powerful hands on me, the feel of his passion in those rigid fingers. The head of his cock pressed at my entrance and my mouth opened. He pulled me onto his cock in one thrust, hitting that spot in me so completely.
I screamed my pleasure.
“Yes!” Like that was exactly what he’d wanted.
Holding tight to my waist, he moved me over the length of him in a smooth, circular motion. Faster and faster until I could only grip the bed sheets and arch my back under the wonderful assault. I screamed his name as he devastated me, and Johnny Blue cussed his amazement before finally roaring and pulling out.
I reached for his cock and covered the head with my hand, leaning up so that it went all over my breasts
and face. I’d never been so eager to feel such a thing, even taste it. I kissed the head and did just that, mouth and tongue devouring. He collapsed on top of me and tasted himself on my lips in the most devouring kiss. My God.
I wrapped him in my limbs and stroked my fingers through his silky hair. He heaved in the aftermath and I loved the sound of it and the weight of his body on mine.
The notion that I barely knew this man, crept in. So why did I feel so at home beneath him? Why did my soul grip him so tightly, never wanting to let him go? This was not healthy. Couldn’t be. But…dammit, why did it feel so good and right? So perfect.
I didn’t see it coming, really, the emotion sort of rushed up like a tidal wave and crashed into that carefully tended wall around my heart. Broke it to pieces and left me sobbing in its wake like a big baby.
Johnny didn’t say a word, he only held me tight. He somehow knew and understood.
It never dawned on me the position I’d put myself in. I mean, I’d given the man my body and every damn thing else that went with it. The power of my life and death was now in his hands. And without a doubt he could kill me—with only a few words.
Hadn’t that been my soul’s deepest wish all along?
But that was when I had no reason to live.
Chapter Five
You ever worry about crying that first tear and not knowing where it’ll end? That was me, face-down on the pillow, trying to stop the flood. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” It was all I could manage as Johnny stroked my back and whispered sweet coos in my ear.
“It’s okay, your beautiful, shhhhh, shhhh, you’re okay, I’m here, I got you.”
Seemed like the more he comforted me, the louder I cried.
I think he did it cause he was desperate to help, and out of ideas—he slid a hand over my bottom and slipped a finger right into my still wet center. All my crying ended with a gasp, and my body—apparently starved to death for such a thing—reached instinctively for that delicious comfort, butt lifting in response.