“We could but I think no matter how you pose you’d be sexy,” she said honestly, walking over to his side until she was close enough that he could feel her body heat but not touching him exactly. “And I didn’t mean looks, love, but your general aura.”
Her fingers traveled up his chest like legs walking, moving over to trace the butterfly tattoo on his chest. “Your personality really came out in the pictures I took of you that I’m sure people would look at you in a magazine and know you were a sweetheart. That’s the man I met a year ago..”
Her lips took charge of where her fingers had been, kissing the skin of his chest before leaning her chin there to smile up at him.
He shivered under her delightful attentions. His chest had always been sensitive, and her playful fingers – and lips – felt amazing. It was a good thing she had missed his nipples, or Jack wasn’t sure what he might have done.
“I-if you keep that up, honey,” he tried not to whimper, reaching down to brush her hair back, “we might end up getting even more messy, if you know what I mean. Didn’t you want to watch the movie?” Frankly, he would be happy with either option, but he wanted to play along with what Katelynn wanted.
Shivering under his touch, Katelynn’s felt her breath stutter out from her lips. Oh it was tempting to just give in but the edible paints had all been a slow seduction and she wasn’t about to give in just yet.
“I-I do..but I think you also wanted to take pictures of me first?” she wondered, letting herself taste him just once more as she placed a feathery kiss to his chin.
Mm, that was a good point. Jack enjoyed the last kiss, then ran his thumb smoothly over her lips, tracing them. “I do indeed. Hold on.”
He wiped his hands clean, and picked up Katelynn’s camera. “Ready when you are, my love.”
Jack Maple 