“Stay where you are and close your eyes.” She looked at him hesitantly, but something in his eyes told her to trust him. Intrigued, she complied.
“It’s okay, you can trust me.” He was reading her mind. Jillian didn’t really know if she could trust him, but he was a beautiful man, and so far, that was good enough for her.
She closed her eyes and nearly jumped out of her skin as felt Nick’s hands cover her own, gently unfolding her clasped fingers and placing them at her sides. Then he leaned close, his warm breath tickling her cheek as he whispered softly in her ear.
“Now, no matter what I do, keep your hands there, okay?” How the hell am I supposed to do that? She wondered.
“Sit on them if you have to.” Jillian felt restless as his words sunk in. He was asking her to lie perfectly still while he did what? She had no idea, but she had a feeling it would be amazing, so she tucked her hands away. He turned his back to her and chuckled when he turned back, seeing her hands tucked beneath her rear.
The next thing Jillian felt was an exquisite, sensual sensation as Nick began to slowly paint her body all over with the soft brush.
“Nick,” she said breathlessly.
“Shhhh…” He began with her face, swirling the brush over her eyes, down her cheeks, over her lips and then down the curve of her neck.
“Just relax, Jilly.” He laid the brush down, bent forward and replaced the bristles with his warm lips, following the same path, his lips sending sparks of desire through her, the pressure pooling between her legs. How he was expecting her to lay and take the sweet torture without reacting or reaching for him was beyond her comprehension.
“Nick,” she sighed breathlessly. “I have to touch you.” He was concentrating on his task, but he smiled slightly.
“No touching, Jilly,” he reminded her gently as the brush fluttered like a butterflies wings across her breasts. Next, his tongue followed a path across her shoulders and down to the hardened peaks, swirling his tongue over her nipples and sucking their sweetness until Jillian looked like she was going to scream. It was time for the cool down.
He sat up and reached behind his back to dip the tip of the brush into the mug of icy cold water. Before she opened her eyes, he began to paint a damp path from beneath her breasts to the flat of her stomach.
“Oh God, Nick!” She shrieked as she pushed his hands away. “That’s freezing!”
“No hands, Jillian.” He warned. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.”
Nick chuckled as he bent his head over her stomach and began licking the water droplets that dotted her skin, his hair tickling a path to the elastic of her panties.
“Nick?” Her hands ached as she clenched them into tight fists.
“Hmm?” He lifted his head to look at her.
“Can I touch you now?”
“If you want to.” He teased with a smile.
“If I want to?” She gulped. “God, come here.” She buried her fingers in his hair and pulled his lips down to meet her hungry mouth. She tasted and savored every curve of his face and then rolled him onto his back with a shove.
“Okay, it’s your turn, Nick.” She said breathlessly as she reached over him and picked up another small, dry paintbrush.
“My turn for what?” He laughed nervously as he tried to scoot away.
“Sit on your hands.”
“No way.” He shook his head adamantly.
“Sit.”
“Jillian, that was for you…” She covered his lips with her finger.
“Sit.” Intrigued, he complied.
“Now let me see if I can do this right.” Jillian straddled his waist and pinned his arms to his body with her legs. He looked up at her with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as she took the small brush, leaned chest to chest and started painting the outline of his pink lips with the silky bristles. Nick wrinkled his nose and tried to lift his hand to scratch.
“It tickles, huh?” She smiled and filled in the imaginary outline with her pinky finger and scratched his nose for him.
“You have the sexiest lips I have ever seen.” She murmured softly. She followed her outline with the tip of her tongue and blew a soft puff of air across his damp lips.
“Jillian?”
“Hmm?”
“You need to shift a bit.”
“What?” She lifted her head and smiled when she felt the reason for his discomfort.
“Oh.” She giggled as she shifted her weight and went back to work. “That better?”
“Not much.” He grimaced. “Maybe you can help me?”
“That’s a possibility, Nick, but you have to let me finish my project first.”
“Finish soon.” He groaned.
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