Jillian felt a burst of pure pleasure as Nick bumped her from behind and wrapped his bare arms firmly around her waist to steady her. She shuddered as he smoothed the hair off her neck and bent close to press his lips against her warm skin.
“Are you cold?”
He took her by the shoulders, turned her to face him and cupped her face in his hands.
“Let me warm you up, okay?”
She nodded slightly, but didn’t say a word as his thumbs caressed her jaw and continued down the expanse of her long neck. Her eyes fluttered shut as his lips took over and slowly teased up and down her throat. She wanted to taste his warm, full lips. She had visions of their sweetness and warmth molding to hers.
Her palms came up to rest against his chest as his rapid heartbeat pounded through the soft cotton t-shirt he was wearing. She reached around his back and rested her hands on his bottom, casually slipping her fingers into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him closer until their bodies felt like one.
“What do you want from me?” Nick whispered in her ear as his hands spread out over her rear, slowing massaging her perfect cheeks.
“I want you to kiss me.” Jillian said huskily, as her fingers dug deeper into his pockets.
“Is that all you want?” Nick tucked a finger beneath her chin and leaned forward so they were a mere breath apart. “Just a simple kiss?”
She nodded slightly and he tenderly pressed his warm, moist lips against hers. They clung to each other as he explored her mouth with a need so fierce that she had to gasp for air. His tongue plunged recklessly into every little nook and cranny before pulling the hem of her blouse out of her skirt, exposing a creamy patch of skin that beckoned him. His fingers snuck beneath the silky material and she gasped as his cool hand came in contact with her hot skin. He expertly popped the pearl buttons and eased the blouse over each creamy shoulder, exposing the tiny straps of her emerald colored bra.
“I need to touch you.” She whimpered against his chest as she tugged on the hem of his t-shirt, wrapping her arms around his bare waist to try to coax the smooth material over his head. He helped and the shirt ended up in the corner of the room as she buried her face in his warm neck.
Nick smiled admiringly as he leaned forward to release the buttons and zipper of her skirt. As the skirt fell to the floor, his eyes focused happily on the tiny emerald panties that covered her most private part, like a present begging to be unwrapped with great care.
Jillian took his hand and guided his palm down the flat of her stomach, moaning as his fingers tugged teasingly at the stretchy elastic of her panties, without venturing where she wanted them so desperately to go. She wanted him to love her completely, but he was still wearing too many clothes and she felt frustrated with the barrier.
She let her fingers explore the smooth skin of his back, finally reaching around front to struggle with the button of his jeans. She eased the zipper down and he stepped out of them with a flourish. Then, he bent his head below her waist and she felt his arms slip around her legs, against the back of her knees. He lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to the carpeted platform in the middle of the room.
He laid her down gently against the throw pillows scattered on the floor, kissed her lightly on the lips and left her lying stunned on the floor in the chilly room.
“Nick?” She asked, suddenly concerned. “Where are you going?”
“I’m just getting my supplies. I’ll be right there.” He called out as he began rummaging through the various drawers scattered around the room. An artist must have the right tools and the same could be said for a good lover. He smirked as he found exactly what he was looking for and then he filled a large mug with icy cold water.
“Supplies?” She asked cautiously. “Supplies for what?”
“Supplies so I can paint you.” He appeared out of nowhere, dressed in nothing but his underwear.
“You’re going to paint me?” He giggled like a kid as he sat the mug and a paintbrush on the floor then knelt down next to her.
“Well, sort of. It will be fun.”
“Nick, I’m really cold.” She said as she held her arms out to hold him. He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her cool body.
“You are cold.” He frowned as his fingers skimmed up and down her chilled skin. “I think I know of a way to warm you up.”
“Oh really,” she murmured. “Give it a try.”
“You don’t think I can warm you up?” He seemed surprised at her insecurity and she shrugged teasingly. He sat up slightly and rested on one elbow while he bent forward and brushed feathery soft kisses all over her face, purposely ignoring her lips as she squirmed restlessly beneath him. She tried to capture his face with her hands, but he turned his head at just the right moment, so her kiss landed on his ear.
“You’re teasing me.” She pouted as her index finger tapped his lower lip and then slowly outlined the smooth curves of his mouth. He grasped her wrist and took her roaming finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the satiny soft skin.
“Who’s teasing who now, Jilly?” Nick pulled her on top of him in one swift motion and he groaned as her knee lodged conveniently between his muscular legs. Her stomach fluttered as she realized what they were going to do and how much she wanted it to happen.
“You are such a beautiful man, Nick.” She sat up and straddled her legs around his waist, her hair tickling his cheek as she bent forward to smell his warm skin.
“God, you smell good.” She ran her tongue up and down his throat and he purred like a kitten beneath her. She continued her exploration until he abruptly flipped her over onto her back to return the favor.
He unfastened her skimpy bra and threw the flimsy material across the room, all the while admiring her breasts that were standing like soft mountain peaks. He took one nipple into his mouth and swirled his tongue over the soft skin as his hand teased the other, eliciting groans of pleasure and pain from her. He kissed his way down her stomach to her belly button and over her hips.
“Open your eyes, Jillian.” She opened them. Her eyes were wide, her face flushed and her skin was hot and moist. She trembled as Nick dusted tiny kisses along her inner thighs before pushing aside the silky piece fabric between her legs and massaging the warmth between his fingers.
“Nick, please don’t stop.” She pleaded with increasing intensity.
“I won’t, baby. Just relax.” Jillian let herself go and Nick’s fingers did all the talking. She was so warm, soft and wet. With every swipe of his fingers she felt like she was riding a roller coaster of emotions. He was taking her to new heights and she never wanted to come back to earth.
“Are you still hot, Jillian?” He asked softly as his fingers caressed up and down her arm.
“I’m very hot, Nick.” He nodded knowingly.
“Let me cool you off, then.” He reached behind his back and returned with a paintbrush in one hand and an evil grin on his face. Jillian sat up self-consciously.
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