Gasping softly, her eyes fluttered closed as she just enjoyed the sensation of his caresses, legs going weak. He was making her flustered and she nearly forgot about the canvas waiting to be painted on.
“Love..” she whispered as she held onto him. “You’re tasting too soon.” Her tone was playful now, turning to smile at him and paint some lines on his back in a lazy fashion.
“I can’t help it,” he murmured, smiling back at her. “You’re just too tempting, Katelynn.” He reached up and brushed some of her hair back, not caring that he got paint in her hair as he did (it would wash out easily enough later). Lowering his voice to a purr, he added, “And you know I love the way you taste.”
But then, as if changing the subject completely, he turned to the canvas. “So, what do you think would be a good subject for our masterpiece?”
It took her a moment to gather herself after being nearly seduced by him again, her cheeks dusted with a soft red. Trying to shake herself of it, she looked back at the large wall of white that was slightly sprinkled with color from their earlier playfulness.
“Oh um..well considering I can’t really paint…” she giggled, “I thought I would let the true artist have the honors of deciding. I just don’t know how we’re going to fit this in the apartment now I think about it…oops..” She bit her lip, having not thought this through completely; a flaw in her plan.
Jack, however, wasn’t worried. He’d dealt with this sort of problem a few times in his career, cutting a canvas only to have the customer change their mind about the size, and he knew there was an easy fix.
“It’s all right, Katelynn,” he reassured her. “All we have to do is trim down the size.” And to do that, he dipped his fingers in the black paint (dark chocolate flavored) and marked off a smaller, more manageable section of the canvas. “There. As long as we st-stay inside the lines, it’ll be fine. Now, as for what we should paint …”
He glanced first at her chest, then at his own, studying the matching butterfly tattoos.
Jack Maple 