Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
He set his bare feet on the cold floor and sighed. New England was in the midst of a heatwave, coupled with high humidity. Kiel hated feeling wet all the time. His eyes adjusted to the dim light coming through the skylights. The moon, wherever it was, added the perfect glow to Eloise’s room.
A swooshing sound caught his attention. He rose and made his way to her deck, thankful the sides were closed in, and no one could see that he was naked except for Eloise and even she didn’t have any clothes on. He leaned against the doorway, watching the paintbrush glide across the canvas.
“You can come sit,” she told him without taking her eyes off her painting.
“How long have you been up?”
Kiel brushed his hand down her long chestnut wavy hair. He smiled at the memory of her riding him, with his hands cupping her breasts until he reached up and pulled the pin from her bun. He marveled at her locks. How long, full, and perfect it was. Once her hair was down, he couldn’t keep his hands out of it.
He tilted her head back and placed a kiss on her lips. His cock sprung to life. As much as it pained him, he ignored it and sat down on the pile of pillows behind her.
“You didn’t answer me,” he reminded her.
“I think it was about three. I couldn’t sleep.”
“Because of me?”
She shook her head slowly, her hair waving against her bare back. “Sometimes I can’t sleep and instead of staring at the ceiling, I get up and paint.”
“What are you working on?” Kiel leaned to the side. The canvas was different shades of blue, some orange, pink, and a hint of yellow.
“I don’t know,” she told him. “This is what I see right now.”
“I think it’s beautiful.”
Eloise turned her head slightly and smiled. “I appreciate you saying so. I think it’s a jumbled mess of nothingness. The vibe is wrong, and I’m tempted to throw it over the railing toward the dumpster.”
Kiel walked the short distance to the other side of the deck, giving him the perfect spot to watch her from. He sat down and gathered the outdoor pillows behind his back to give himself some comfort.
“Please don’t,” he all but begged. “I know you see things differently, and I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, but I think it’s as beautiful as its creator.”
Eloise turned on her stool to face him. She had dabs of paint on her flawless skin. Where some might consider this a turn off, Kiel wasn’t. With her paintbrush in one hand and her palette in the other, she walked toward him. He never took his eyes off her, taking in every painstakingly slow step she took.
When Eloise reached Kiel, she stood in front of him. His hands rested on the back of her legs, right under her ass. His fingers kneaded her skin as he placed kisses on her stomach.
“Can I paint you?”
“You want me to pose for you?”
She shook her head and dipped her brush into the paint. Kiel hissed when the cool, thick liquid touched his skin. He looked at the blue streak on his chest, and then at her.
“Don’t worry,” she told him. “It’ll wash off.”
“So, I won’t look like a Smurf?”
Eloise laughed. “No, but I can make you look like one.”
“Are Smurfs your fantasy?” He laughed so hard she smeared paint on him.
“God, no.”
“What is?”
Eloise focused on creating a masterpiece on Kiel’s chest. She had an intense look on her face while she painted him. For some reason, he refused to look at his chest. Maybe it was out of fear he’d upset her for sneaking a peek, or maybe it was because, deep down, he wanted her to complete the thought she had in her mind before he saw it.
The brush strokes tickled him. His abs clenched and while he tried to hold still, Eloise giggled each time she got a reaction out of him. Each time her arm grazed his cock, it sprang to life. Here he was, trying to get lost in the moment—trying to let Eloise do her thing—and his damn dick begged for attention.
Eloise had treated his throbbing hard-on to copious amounts of love earlier. He could calm down for a little bit.
But no.
Even Eloise had a different idea.
The second the cold paintbrush hit the tip of his erection, Kiel hissed and swore. “What are you doing to me, Eloise?”
“It’s just water,” she told him as she continued to draw on his erection.
“Oh, God.” Kiel leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes. The sensation of the brush and water tickling the head of his penis was almost too much to take. “I think I’m going to come.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
He shook his head. “Hell no.”