Chapter 35

Christian separated from me and went to the closet from where he came back ten minutes later with a book in his hand and offered it to me. The book was old and the cover, although well cared for, was a little worn, it must have been many years old. I had never imagined Christian reading novels, much less Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice. But why would he give it to me? Did he want me to read now?

—What's the book for? —I asked him curiously.

—I want to paint you naturally, and I thought you'd like to read a novel. At least I remember that you liked to do it. —he answered me while I smiled at him and opened the book on the first page by sliding my fingers along the letters.

Yes, I liked it a lot, but sometimes the desire to draw overshadowed the desire to read. And lately I drew a lot.

—I had never imagined you reading a novel. —I replied while I laughed.

—I've never really read it, it's a memory. —he replied while I stopped smiling and stared him in the eyes.

Now Christian wasn't smiling like he did just a few minutes ago. I think the best thing to do was not to keep touching on the subject of the novel.

—Have you read that novel yet? —he asked me curiously.

—A long time ago, I almost don't remember it, what I remember most is the film.

—Much better. —he replied

—Then where do I stand? —I asked him as he smiled slightly.

—Lie down on the bed as if you were going to read, or rather lie down on the bed to read the novel. —he answered me while I looked at him in astonishment.

—Really? —but from the face with which he looked at me, I imagined that he was serious.

—Stand in front of me. —he said to me as I looked at him and he smiled at me.

So I climbed into bed and lay face down leaning on my elbows as I opened the book to start reading.

Christian went up to the easel and moved it closer to the bed. The canvas he had prepared was large. And I could see how he arranged the paintings and brushes by his side before he took a pencil in his hand.

—When you said you were going to draw me I thought of pencil and cardboard, not oil and canvas. —I said to him, briefly raising my eyes from the reading.

—I want it to last much longer. —he said as he stepped out of the back of the canvas. —Now read. —he said as he pointed at me with his pencil and hid again.

And I began to read. The truth was that as I read, I remembered fragments of the novel. From time to time I briefly looked up to see if I could see it when he looked at me. But almost at no time did he stick his head out of the canvas to look at me, which made me wonder if he was painting me or not.

—Don't you need to look at me to paint me? —I asked him as he looked out his smiling face from the side of the canvas.

—Not much. Besides, right now if I look at you a lot, the least I'm going to do is paint you. You don't know how I have to control myself so as not to leave the painting in the middle, go where you are, throw the book aside and make love to you. —he said as my breathing accelerated just hearing him say that.

That sounded so tempting, that I was willing to ask him to stop painting me.

—But I won't, no matter how much you beg, you're going to have to wait for me to finish painting you. — he said as he disappeared behind the painting again.

So I concentrated on reading my novel. And time began to run. I didn't even look where Christian was. When I was reading, I would dive right into the story and sometimes forget everything around me. I really liked period novels, especially Amanda Quick's. They were my favorites, but lately I didn't read much. I think the last novel I had read was Lena Valenti.

—You're not going to eat anything.

As soon as I heard his voice, I stopped reading the book and looked to my side on the bed where Christian was sitting with a small fountain in one hand and two glasses in the other. In the bowl were strawberries, grapes, and chopped apple. He put the fountain on the bed right in front of me as he offered me a glass of his hand. I sat on the bed while he took the glass from his hand.

—I am hungry. —he said as he picked a grape.

And at that moment my eyes followed the movement of his hand from the fountain to his lips and as he ate the grapes. I stared fascinated at his lips, I think it was the first time he did it. His lips were sensual and I knew what he was capable of doing with them on my body.

—I love your lips. —I said to him while I took a strawberry and gave him a bite.

I didn't really know why I had told him that, I never used to express so openly what I liked about a person. But with Christian I felt I could tell him everything. He looked at me smiling, in such a sexy way that it made my breathing accelerate little by little.

—I like yours too. —he said while with his free hand he grabbed mine with the strawberry and put it in his mouth sucking my fingers at the end and then kissing me on the lips.

He separated from me smiling as I stared at him in amazement. That gesture sent discharges of current through my body that lodged in the lowest part of my belly.

—I like your kisses. —I said to him as he sipped his glass smiling.

—From what I see you only like my mouth and what I do with it. —he said to me, raising an eyebrow while I blushed.

—I actually like it a lot more than your mouth. —I answered sincerely while I took a piece of apple and bit it.

—Will you tell me what else you like about me? —he asked me while he took a strawberry and carried it to his lips.

I stared at him thoughtfully as I put a finger on my lips.

—No. —I replied after a moment and gave my glass a drink.

To my surprise we were drinking champagne.

—Are we celebrating something? —I asked him while he was picking a grape this time.

—Yes, you can say that. —he answered me by taking a sip from his glass and looking over it.

—Is a secret? —I asked him intrigued while he looked at me smiling.

—No, maybe later I'll tell you, now let's finish eating that I'm anxious to continue. —he said to me as he continued to pick different fruits.

And we didn't talk anymore, I dedicated myself to finish with the fruit fountain that Christian had brought along with the rest that remained in my glass of champagne that wasn't much. As soon as I finished Christian took the fountain and the glasses and as soon as he came back, he disappeared behind the canvas again and I concentrated once more on the novel.

And again without even realizing it, time flew by. But this time Christian kept sticking his head out from the side of the canvas. And in those brief moments when I noticed what he was doing, I was delighted to lose myself in his grey gaze as his hair fell on his face and he would put it back again. There came a time when Christian got up and turned on the lights in the room. When I looked out the window I realized that it was getting dark. We hadn't even had lunch, and at least I hadn't even noticed what time it was. I knew we were up late, but I didn't imagine it had been around noon. At least Christian had noticed and brought the fountain with fruits that we had eaten together with the glass of champagne.

—Is the painting missing much? — I asked him, looking up from the book.

—Just a detail. —he said to me, coming out from behind the painting and walking towards where I was.

He had paint all over his torso and arms, but where it was most noticeable was on his face, he sat next to me, smiling, staring at me. His hand went towards my face and pulled him to bring our lips together in a burning kiss his other hand went towards my waist and pulled me to attach me to his body. He turned me and laid me on the bed and above me by sliding his hand over my body. Little by little he began to excite me while his tongue invaded my mouth and I felt my cheeks burn before his frantic passionate attack. Then a slight groan escaped me and he separated from me smiling.

—Now look at me. —he said, getting out of bed and going back to the painting.

And he had done it one more time. He had excited me and separated himself from me. But why had he done it? It made no sense at all. I could only feel my cheeks burning before his torrid kiss while my heart was beating unrestrained in my chest. Was I being painted blushed?

—I think I'm done. —he said, going back to where I was a few minutes later.

—Did you need me to blush to painting me? —I asked him as he smiled.

—Yes, I love seeing you like that, but I also needed a kiss. —he said, putting his lips together with mine once more when he came to my side.

—What you really need is a bath. —I said to him after separating our lips and running a hand over his cheek to try to remove some paint from his face.

—I think I'm going to need help. —he said, holding my hands to get me out of bed.

—Can I see it? —I asked him, pointing to the painting.

—No, not at all. —he said, taking a cloth and covering the painting so that I wouldn't see it. —I'll show you the painting later, I have many things planned, but first as you said, let's take a bath. —he said, pulling my hand towards the bathroom.

I didn't know why he didn't want me to see the painting, but I wasn't going to force him to show it to me, sooner or later I would see it.

—You're going to need a good bath, you've got paint everywhere. —I said to him as I removed paint from his arm and neck.

—I'm all yours. —he said, giving me the sponge with gel to bathe him.

And I gladly took the sponge from his hand and began very slowly —and taking care not to leave me any place —to remove the paint from his whole body, starting with his shoulders. Christian had filled the bath tub with hot water, aromatic salts and bubbles. At that moment I was sitting between his legs as I slid my hand along his body removing the remains of the paint that had not yet been removed by the water. I put the sponge aside and slid my hand all the way down his torso until I touched his limb and took it in my hand.

—I don't think that has much paint on it. —he said in my ear as he bit my ear lobe.

—You never specified what I had to wash you, I think I remember you told me you were all mine. —I said to him while I massaged him a little.

—Yes...that's what I said. —he replied with a smiling moan.

—Then let me finish your bath. —I said to him as I continued to bathe him completely down to his legs, then one more time down his torso and finally his face.

By the time I was done I smiled at him as I stared him in the eyes and he looked back at me.

—I think you're clean now. —I said to him, passing my hand over the last stain of paint on his eyebrow.

—Well, I think it's time to get dirty then. —he said as he smiled perversely at me.

He took me by the waist and sat me on his legs. He lifted one hand towards my face, sliding it slowly down my cheek, making me involuntarily close my eyes to the discharges that began to run through my skin, and then I felt his lips on mine devouring me slowly. His other hand still on my waist pressed me more against him. I could feel his erection beneath me, increasing at every moment. My hands became entangled in his neck attracting him closer to me. His tongue invaded my mouth looking for mine hurriedly and both found themselves to begin to fight to cross the mouth of the other. I pulled Christian's hair lightly and a groan escaped against my lips that made me tremble and smile.

—I can do that too, though in a different way. —he said as he got me up and at once he would enter me making me groan audibly while I grabbed him by his shoulders and smiled. —You see. —And he stood very still inside of me.

He didn't move, he just stared into my eyes. His normally grey gaze at the time was darkened by lust. He was waiting for me to do it. His hands went towards my waist and he joined his lips with mine again.

—I have enjoyed you all afternoon, now I am all yours, do with me as you wish. —he said as he bit my lips.

I put my hands on his shoulders and began to move slowly on his limb as he closed his eyes, feeling himself coming and going from me in every movement. This felt more carnal. I could feel it much more fully within me, the heat of its limb burning inside me without the covering of a condom in the middle. It was the first time we hadn't used it and I really wasn't worried. At the doctor's visit on Tuesday and after a long talk, I had opted for the pill. But with Christian's sleepwalking and the wedding I had completely forgotten to mention it to him. I had actually remembered now because he hadn't worn anything. At least I had a good memory to remember the pill schedule. Another moan escaped Christian and he opened his eyes at once, staring at me.

—Wait... wait, I didn't put a condom on. —he said, holding me by the hands, making me stop my movements.

—I know, don't worry, I forgot to mention that I'm taking the pill. I answered him while he looked at me as if wondering why he didn't know.

—Since when? —he asked inquisitively.

—Since Tuesday, I forgot to mention that in the afternoon I went to the doctor. I replied while he was relaxing something under me.

—It relieves me a little bit, but there are other things... -but I interrupted him.

—Do you have any STI? —I asked him framing an eyebrow.

—No, I've always used a condom, and I have regular check-ups. —he replied very seriously.

—Then there's no problem because I think you know that I've only slept with you. —I smiled back at him.

—Yes, but I want to show you that... —I silenced him once more by putting a finger on his lips.

—I trusted you Chris, I know you would never hurt me in any way. —I said to him, taking his face in my hands.

—I don't know why you put so much trust in me, no one has ever done it. —he said as he lifted one of his hands towards my face and stroked my cheek slowly.

Now was the time to tell him, and later I would face the consequences of my decision.

—Because I love you Christian, and when you love someone you trust that person to the point of giving him your life if necessary. —Christian stared at me in surprise at what I had told him.

But then he smiled at me, a dazzling smile completely illuminated his face, a smile I had never seen before. I could say that he was happy.