December 4, 2012

Krys purred as she felt herself laying on a warm body. That was until her nose picked up the faint smell of turpentine. She felt arms steady her and a low groan she was not expecting. Her eyes shot open to see the disheveled studio and a body that was not her husband's.
"OH fuck." She quickly leaped off from Jeff making a manic search of the room for her clothing.
"You may want to use my shower first."
She froze looking over her shoulder at him as her eye flashed gold for a second.

"Don't get pissed at me darlin that I didn't stop you from what you wanted." He stood up walking over to her. His eyes peering in hers as he ran his tongue over his lips to wet them. "Remember I asked ya if you wanted that last part." He leaned in to nuzzle her neck softly the gesture nearly causing her to melt again. "I was quite content tending to myself with the taste of you so fresh in my mind & on my tongue."
Krys shuttered a bit she hates how much she craved him. She pushed herself away from him. "Jeff I can't….I can't do this…"
"Because of your heart…or because of ya ring?" He turned from her to help her find her discarded clothing. "You will need at least another half hour…you do realize these have my paints on them?"

Krys' eyes widened in horror knowing she was such a dead woman. "Fine fine…hurry." She looked at the radio to see it was only 4 am…if she was lucky Wade was deep asleep…if she rushes hopefully she should be able to roll in by 8 at the latest. Jeff was already gathering her things & began to leave the room. "You remember where the bath is…I'll be right back to help you with your back darlin." He gave her no time to protest before he left the room. She shuttered trying to figure how she would explain her all night absence. She made her way down the hall into the main bathroom quickly setting the water of the shower.

As she moved her body felt so dirty…but yet so freeing…when did she feel that way last? Jeffery was defiantly a dirty south boy in more ways than one. She stepped into the shower after finding a wash cloth & began to lather the soap. She was just working on her upper body when she heard a knock then the door opening.
"What if I didn't want you to come in?"
"We both know that a lie Krys."
"What no more Darlin's?"
"I felt you were getting sick of hearing them."

She jumped a bit feeling his hand slide behind the curtain. "Yo-you were not joking last night were your?"
"Which part." His hand guided her to step forward & he stepped into the space with her. He had to smirk at the paint that clung to her dark flesh. He began to rub her shoulders. "I'll make it easy…all of it." He leaned to kiss her left shoulder. "I did compare all other I had with you & none measure." He reached for a bottle on the top of the shelving unit. "Warning this may smell a little…but it helps with the paint."

"How much is there?"
"Dar…I mean Krys…lets just say if you were my canvas you be a masterpiece." He poured some in his hands & proceeded to rub the lathered mess directly over her back, starting with the shoulders & slowly working it down over her back watching as the lather picked up a rainbow hue of the paint breaking down. "I meant when I said I can sometime pick up what people are feeling…almost picturing what they wish they could say…That is why I got mixed with drugs." He gave a deep sigh. "I just sadly lose track of when they not longer are a help & become a hindrance."

"Help?"
"They help block out the feelings…just me & you I am fine…" He lower to a knee to work her lower back & ass. Instinctually Krys gave a soft mew then shuttered.
"Sorry."
"Don't be…glad…Trying to be good. Want to finish." He was trying to focus more on talking & cleaning Krys down that what he knew they both wanted. "A few people I am fine around. Our parties can be a bit much…and the arena forget it…I would be so overwhelmed I wouldn't be able to function."

"So you know the answer to what you asked me?" Jeff stood back up placing his hands on her hips sliding them around her front gently over her stomach puling her gently, yet firmly against him, she gave a faint heated cry feeling his aroused state rubbing over her ass. He leaned down under the water spray to begin kissing her neck. Her body feeling like it could turn to goo again. He whispered softly in her ear. "You need to go because of your ring…maybe a part of your heart as well…" He glides one hand down lower till he can tease her folds. She gives a heated mew. "But deep down a bigger part of your heart still lies with me darlin." Jeff loosened his hold on her without meaning to she gives a needy whine.

"It ok Krys…turn for me…" She does and in almost the same movement Jeff has her back pushed to the empty wall of the shower his hands on her ass as he kisses her feverishly. Their eyes lock just a moment before he lifts her up against the wall. Maneuvering his body until he feels the head of his cock bushing her sweet folds. Thrusting his hips Krys gives a sharp cry her head leaning against the wall as he slide fully into her body. "My god baby…" He cries out as he starts screwing her against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist as he hold her ass bouncing her up & down his length. "Yes…oh fuck yes…"

Her hands wrap under his arms to pull herself closer to him as her cries of pleasure rip her body. Her nails almost wanting to do the same to his back. "That it…that it Krys…fuck." He grunted out. He balanced with one hand taking the other to grip the back of her head tilting it back up so he could meld their lips together before he came. He gently set her down before lowering to his knees in front of her. "Part them…" He panted out. Krys' head spun as she leaned on the wall doing as he asked. His hand slipped between her legs working to fuck her as thoroughly as he could with his fingers, she was so wet from herself as well as his own climax just moments before. He leaned in burying his mouth against the top of her mouth & started to lick & try to suck on her clit.

"OH GOD JEFFY! FUCK!" Her hands wanting to claw into something as he was driving her nuts. "OH GOD DON'T STOP!" Something he did with the angle of his fingers sent her over the edge as she came even harder than the night before. She didn't know if she could keep herself on her legs as Jeff seemed reluctant to stop, but did. As he stood up he had a devilish smirk to his lips. "Wh-what?" She panted for breath as he turned to wash his hands & face before taking the washcloth she had before with the normal body wash & proceeded to wash her down of her freshly created mess.

Her body quivered when he gently washed down there. He stood up & helped her from the shower wrapping her in a towel. He then led her down to the master bedroom. He dried himself off with his back to Krys. He then slipped on a pair of sweats. "I'll be right back." He jogged from the room as she dried & sat on the bed. She had to keep wondering what she was doing to herself. She was so torn, buried under years of anger & grief…she still loved him. She knows people would ask if it was love or lust…ask even more if they knew what transpired over the last few hours. It was love though…she knew it…she still loved & was married to Wade though. How much longer was the question? If Rose's dream was right & he would try to kill her…how could something like that be just ignored even is she survives it? Besides is it his will that will make him do it or something else's.

Her eyes dropped to her hand with her wedding ring looking back up at her. She could not help the silent tears that began to fall from her eyes. Less than one month till she would be married two years…why? Why would she have been so stupid…what was best though? Come clean or live the lie? She guessed she would cross that bridge when she would need to cross it. She turned her head when she heard Jeff heave a sigh.
"I'm sorry Krys…I never wished sadness from your heart." He walked over with some clothing in his hands. He set them next to her. "I know they are not exactly what you came in…but if you need to go so you are not in danger…maybe they are close enough?"

She looked at them then him. "I never said danger."
"You are scared what he will do if he finds out…I didn't need to feel that one darlin. Before you ask…" He blushes faintly. "Their yours…I have a feeling you are about the same size."
Krys nodded before holding up the jeans & black tee shirt. "I am sorry Jeff…maybe it was…"
"No…" She looked at him when he cut her off. Tears wet his green eyes. "Pl-please don't say coming here was a mistake…we both needed it…we both got out stuff that needed to be said. I wished I could have been so open with you as you had me. I don't know why I was too scared. I guess I thought you would think I was crazy." He turned walking to the window watching the beginning of the winter sunrise.

"It will hurt seeing you walk out that door…but I understand I ruined my chance…if things happen…"
"I'll think of it Jeff…I can't promise more than that…don't wait for me…please." Krys finished dressing & rushed from the room & the house before her heart could talk her out of it. Jeff could only look on as she took off down his drive & back out of his life…for now anyways.

He turned once he could no longer see the tail lights of the car she was driving. He gave a sigh being left to his solitude again, no one else's feelings but his own. He made his way to the studio opening the door, the room still held the fresh smell of paint, turpentine & sex. His eyes looked over the mess they created when they had knocked over his supplies. Among the mess laid the canvas he was working on before she arrived. The original design now buried under chaotic swirls & smudges. He went over & picked it up, he gave a sad chuckle seeing where some of her juices had pooled on the canvas protected by the paint resting under it.

He laid it back down to grab a towel to rest under it as he tilted it up watching the liquid spill down causing streaks with it. "A true masterpiece…" He spoke sadly unsure if he & Krys would ever create anything like it again. Once it had stopped running he moved it against a wall near an industrial fan he used to help dry his work between layers. He knew he would have to start his friend's piece all over again…but it was worth it…it was worth the physical reminder of their time together. Be it their last…or first of many only Krys could decide that now.

Jeff knew it was wrong to covet a married woman…but covet he would…he was willing to remain her secret lover…the other man…he wanted her back & wanted her back bad. He knew if she was to ever call, he would come. He would come like a faithful dog hearing his owner return home. He would come like a starving man hearing a dinner bell. She was his feast he had missed out on for far too long. He gave a sigh as he went in search of another canvas to see how much he could get done before he had to leave tomorrow.