The next morning came and Lucky woke up with the urge to kiss Liz, but when he opened his eyes, he realized he was alone on the couch. He sat up and looked around the room for Liz; he found her standing in front of easel sketching.
Lucky: What are you doing?
Liz: Good morning sleepy head or should I say good afternoon.
Lucky: Is it really that late?
Liz: Yes it is.
Liz walked over to the couch and Lucky grabbed her hand and pulled her down to him.
Lucky: I guess you just wore me out last night.
Liz laughed and pressed her body against Lucky's as their mouths met for a searing kiss. Lucky slid his arm under Liz's legs and laid her down on the couch. Once her was on top of her his hand reached under her shirt and he moaned when he felt she did not have any underwear on and she was already so wet. Liz sat up just enough to pull her shirt over her head.
Liz: Are you still worn out?
Lucky: Yeah, but I think I have some energy saved up somewhere.
Lucky captured Liz's lips with his own and their tongues instantly started to play. As their kiss became more deep and wet, Lucky took Liz's breast in his hands. He took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and gently pinched it. Liz whispered his name under her breath letting him know she wanted more. Their bodies became one again and so did their hearts and souls.
Liz lay comfortable in Lucky's arms for most of the day. Each of them very content on being naked and together with their bodies intertwined.
Liz: You know you are amazing don't you?
Lucky: Well you're not so bad yourself.
Liz: You know I am going to have to sketch you again.
Lucky: Yeah I know, but now it will be more fun since it wont be brand new, you know you seeing me.
Liz: And what a sight you are.
Lucky: (laughs) We should get up so you can get some of that sketching done.
Liz: Well as much as I would love to stay here in your arms, you are right, I should get some work done. (she gets up from the couch) Now if you would not mind, assume the position.
Lucky took a hold of the blanket and removed it from himself and turned on his side.
Lucky: Do I have the artist's approval?
Liz: Oh yes, now stay there.
Liz picked her shirt up from the floor and put it back on. She walked over to easel and began to sketch Lucky again. This time was much more fun because she was not scared to look at him and Lucky also felt more at ease.