Six
She sat back; satisfied that he was sufficiently warm.  She released his hands, which he immediately used to coax her face down to kiss.  His fingers plunged into her hair.  Her palms supported her on either side of his head.

“You need to toss these, baby.”  Nick panted as he slid his hand beneath her panties and down over her soft rear.”  She nodded, rolled off of him and let him help her remove the silky barrier.

“You too, Nick.”  Jillian muttered as she lowered herself back down on top of him.

“Help me?”  His eyes twinkled.

“Uh huh.”  She laid her head on his chest and hugged him around the waist for a minute before letting her fingers dip into the waistband of his briefs, inching them down with ease.  She rested her hands on either side of him and slid her warmth down to meet his.

“Hello, Jillian.”  He smirked lazily.

“Hello, Nick.  You feel amazing.”

“I can say the same about you.” He said as his fingers drew feathery light circles over her shoulders and down her spine.

“Should I get to work on my assignment?”  He asked seriously.

“Now?”  Her eyes widened.

“Well, you’re naked.”  She looked down at herself.  “So I am.”

“I think I’d rather do some more of this first.”  She murmured as she slid down his body and drew a circle with her tongue around his bellybutton before letting her hand roam further to grasp his length. 

“Don’t do that.”  He admonished gently.

“Don’t do what?”  She asked innocently as her hand stroked up and down the smooth skin.  Nick groaned, then flipped her over onto her back and cradled her head beneath his arm.

“I want to make you feel good before we do that.”

“Trust me, I’m feeling good, Nick.”  She smiled as wrapped her leg over his hip.

“I want to do more of this.”   He said as his tongue dabbed little dots along her lower lip while his hand roamed down to caress the soft, warm skin between her legs. 

“I want to kiss you here,” he scooted down to her breasts, “and here,” his fingers danced across her stomach,  “then I want to taste you.” His fingers found her warmth and stroked her until she clutched his shoulders and begged for her release.

His tongue expertly created the most amazing chaos between her legs.  She felt like she was wound tight and ready to explode by the time he was finished exploring.  Then, with one final swipe of his warm tongue, she did.

He held her until she stopped shaking and then continued to tease, straddling his body above her and resting at her entrance, penetrating slightly and then pulling back, penetrating more and pulling back.  Then, he filled her completely with such tenderness and care.  They moved together and against each other as a fierce storm shook their bodies.  She covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

“Jillian?”  Concerned, he pulled her hands gently away from her face and kissed her salty tears away.  “Did I hurt you?”  She smiled slightly through the tears. 

“No, Nick,” she whispered.  “You didn’t hurt me.”  Could a man possibly understand?  She wondered.  “You made me feel like a beautiful woman.”

“You are a beautiful woman.”  He said as he traced the outline of her jaw lightly with his finger.

“Thank you.”  She said softly as she pressed her face into his palm.   The seduction was over, but she didn’t want it to be. The game had evolved into the most special night of her life. She was emotional because he gave of himself so completely, without question and without concern, yet she couldn’t bear the thought of him walking out of her life.  She felt something tug and her heart and she knew her life would never be the same. 

“Your welcome.”  Nick said, somewhat surprised.  He was rarely thanked for sex.  Then it suddenly occurred to him that he and Jillian hadn’t had sex.  They had made love.  The difference was remarkable and he felt a strange emotion tug at his heart.  It was a feeling that confused him.  He wasn’t used to caring and it made him uncomfortable. 

He gathered Jillian gently in his arms and rubbed her back until he thought she had stopped crying.  When she pulled away, her tear streaked face shocked him.    Exhausted, he urged her back against the pillows and wrapped her in his arms so she was almost lying on top of him.  He was sleepy and with her warm body pressed against his, he began to doze.

As she listened to his steady breathing, Jillian savored every precious moment in his arms.  Their time together was almost over and she closed her eyes tight as tears threatened to spill over again.  She smiled as he moaned softly in his sleep and locked his arms around her waist.

As she tilted her head to watch him sleep, she realized there were so many things she wanted to know about him.  He lived a life that she would never know and it intrigued her.  Everything about him intrigued her. 

Then, she realized that she had to be the one to leave.  If she didn’t, he would break her heart and she couldn’t bear that.  She was probably just another conquest and his thank-you was most likely a thank-you and a good-bye all rolled up into one.  

After his body went slack and his arm slid off of her back, she stood and gathered her clothes together.  She watched him sleeping peacefully while she dressed and it hurt to feel pain at the thought of not seeing him again.

Even though it was his assignment to draw her, Jillian couldn’t resist the impulse to pick up a pencil and draw a sleeping, Nick.  She grabbed a sketchpad and chewed on the pencil as she sat down next to him and studied his sleeping form.  What did she want the picture to convey?  She wanted to capture how he looked right now, completely satisfied sexually, yet boyish and handsome.  He was certainly all man.  He had proven than one hundred times over.  She loved the way his hair hugged his face, yet had a mind of its own.  She marveled at the light eyelashes that fanned his cheeks and the slight curve of his lips.  She had firsthand knowledge of the clarity of those almond-shaped eyes; she’d traced the curve of his strong jaw with her fingers, tasted the moisture of his sweet lips and felt the strength of his arms as he embraced her. 

When she was satisfied with her work, she signed the finished portrait, kissed him softly on the lips and with a quiet sob, slipped quietly out of the studio.  She knew she would never look at a paintbrush the same way again

In her haste to leave, she didn’t notice the man standing in the shadows outside the Art building.  However, he noticed the beautiful young woman with the tears streaming down her face and he instinctively knew why she was crying.
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