He slipped into his room quietly and set the canvas, and the two duffel bags down against the wall beside the door. The walk back had done him some good just as it had when he first went over there to pack up the clothes. His mind still lingered on the images she had drawn from the book. He closed the door and shucked off his jacket. The shoes came off and he pattered over to his dresser where he pulled out his own clothes.
He didn't normally sleep in clothes but for her to be comfortable with him, he'd wear it. He walked to the bathroom and slipped inside. The door closed with a low click, and he got busy changing out of his clothes. When he got back out, he dumped the dirty ones into his laundry basket. He walked barefoot to the bed. She was still sleeping in the same position when he had left. He pulled back the blanket and slipped in.
The slight shifting of the bed woke her up. She let out a yawn as she stretched her body, her arms over her head. His hand grazed over her stomach, and she looked over to him sleepily.
"Hi," She said when she met his yellow eyes.
He grinned at her, "Hi, sleep okay?"
She nodded, "Hmm-hmm. Still tired though."
She turned towards him, and he pulled her closer. She pulled her arms back in as he did so, tucking one arm under her head and the other under his arm over his hip. She noticed he changed his shirt.
"You changed?"
"Yeah," He said. "I went out to your apartment to get your stuff. I just got back." He'd tell her about the eviction notice later when she wasn't so tired. "I got most of your clothes."
"Hmm…that's good," She murmured, her eyes closing.
"I even brought your book back."
Her eyes snapped open. She tilted her head back and looked up at him.
"What book?"
He moved his hand and lightly scratched her back up and down. "The book."
She blushed furiously. She hid behind her hand, "You did not?"
He nodded with a laugh, "I did too."
She peeked through her fingers, "Did you look in it?"
He shifted his bottom half towards her leg so she could feel his bulge, "Yeah…I did. It was…interesting."
She groaned. She knew exactly what he was referring to. She could feel him there. Aroused and hard.
"You draw amazing you know?" He commented, delighting in the embarrassment she felt.
She pulled back from him and turned to her back. "I'm so embarrassed! I can't believe you saw those!"
He laughed and pulled her closer, his mouth by her ear. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. I'm sure everybody has a book like that."
"Not with the drawings," She retorted.
"Probably not, but damn woman…you've got an imagination."
"Well, it helps when I don't have anyone but myself to indulge in," She said.
He nuzzled her neck, "You've got me now. And…I'm aroused."
She let out a low laugh, "I'm sure. You were like that when I was changing my clothes earlier."
"You knew?"
She nodded, "Yeah. It was obvious."
He bit into her shoulder in reply, and she hissed in a breath. He licked over his bite and looked up. She looked into his eyes, pupils widening with desire.
She swallowed then licked her lips, "I'm guessing you want to do something about it?"
"Do you?"
She definitely wanted to do something. To try something new. She nodded.
"Turn over," He whispered. "On your side."
She had no clue what he had planned in his mind, but she followed his quiet demand. Her stomach clenched in desire as she listened. She turned over onto her side. Her back flush against his chest. Her arm slipped under the pillow her head laid on and the other tucked under her chin. She could feel his hot palm over the shirt on her stomach.
"Will you let me touch you?" He asked above her ear.
She nodded.
He pressed himself against her so she could feel the bulge between her buttocks. Like before, it was thick and hard. It jutted against her. He flipped the blanket off her so he could see everything. He used his fingers to pull up her shirt until her stomach was exposed. He admired the pink of her stomach. He touched her with his fingertips, feeling the cool softness of her skin.
"Soft…" He whispered against her ear.
Then he flattened his hand, palm against her. He rubbed slowly around as if he was memorizing a part of her. He moved it upwards and went under her shirt. He knew he was getting close to her upper chest. He could feel the edges of it on his fingertips. Her breath hitched and he looked at her.
"Take your shirt off," He told her as he pulled her to her back.
She nodded wordlessly and with his help, slipped her shirt off. He grabbed the shirt from her hands and threw it, not caring where it went. She watched his face as his hand went back to her stomach. She was bare to him.
To him, he thought she was perfection. The smoothness of her skin drove him wild. He moved his hand around again, just taking it in. The sight of her breasts took his breath away. He watched as they moved with each breath she took. He looked up to her. Her eyes were wide. He didn't have to say a word as she nodded.
His hand went up further, cupping one in his palm. She let out a breath, hot on his cheek. He moved his hand over it, grazing against the pointed nipple. He gripped her and squeezed. He could almost hear the moan coming from her. He dropped his head down and kissed her. He rubbed her nipple in tandem with his mouth against hers. He could feel her back arch a little.
She was enjoying this. He swallowed every moan she let out. He pulled back from her lips and moved over to the breast he had been massaging. He dipped his head and let his breath float over her nipple. She was already breathing hard. He knew he hadn't asked her, but he took a chance and enveloped his mouth over the peak. The affect was instant.
Her back arched, her legs folded up when electricity ran through and hit her crotch, and her hand went up to his hair and gripped it. He sucked her nipple and she let out a gasp. He gave a few more sucks and licks before he pulled it and then let it out with a pop. She grunted as it was let out. He looked at her. Her cheeks were flushed pink.
"How was that?" He asked, gauging her comfortableness.
She spoke breathlessly as she looked back at him, "Good. Really, really good."
She jumped her head forward and caught him on the lips. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her. They kissed, their bodies tightly against each other. He pulled back and set his forehead on hers. They breathed heavily, as if they were trying to bring more air into their lungs.
"Do you want to stop, or do you want more?"
"More," She replied.
"What do you want?" He asked her. "Tell me."
She laughed, "This again?"
He smirked back at her, "Always."
She let her head fall back on the pillow, exposing her neck. She thought as he dipped his head and put his mouth on her neck. She moaned.
"I can't…think with you like…that!" She exclaimed as he bit her neck.
He grinned against her neck and licked over the bite. He moved down to the crest of her neck and sucked there. He sucked hard on the spot, and he pulled back to look at his handiwork. A mark was appearing. A mark to show she was his. He looked back up to her.
"Well?"
She laughed.
"If you can't come up with something then maybe we should stop…" He said trailing off.
"Oh, fuck that!" She exclaimed. "We're not stopping here."
He grinned, "Then what. Do. You. Want?" He kissed her on the lip with every word he spoke.
"Your hand," She said finally deciding.
"Where?"
She grabbed his hand from under her and opened her legs. To his surprise, she dropped it on her covered mound.
"Here."