Authors: Azure Boone
I stood in the center of the arched bedroom opening, and Johnny looked up from the easel he was bent over
.
I watched his face and soon began to squirm when his eyes slowly and painfully crawled over me
.
By the time his gaze met mine, his features were intensely serious and my heart hammered my chest
.
“Wasn’t sure what you… wanted me to wear, I could put my other clothes back on if—“
“No.” His voice was firm, but soft
.
“
Sorry, it’s ju
st…
I wasn’t ready for how amazing you look in black
.”
I looked down a
s my big toe drew circles on the wood floor
. “Thank you.
”
What else was there to say to that? “You
’
r
e
gonna
have to tell me what to do, cause I have no clue.”
He moved from behind the canvas and I let out a scream and turned around
.
“What—why are you naked?” My voice was shrilly and
gaspy
if that were possible.
“Oh.”
Clear disappointment
.
“I uh, always paint like this in my studio.”
I gave a light laugh
.
“Yeah, cause I sure never saw you around town like that, that’s for sure.”
Another pregnant pause.
“Is it a problem?”
I clenched my eyes as visions of his engorged penis danced in my head.
Either he had a big one, or he really liked painting.
Problem?
Nah
hh
.
“I suppose it’s just an art thing? Is that it?
”
I prayed
for a
yes.
“For me
it is.
”
Ooookay
.
I could deal with that
.
This was just… artsy
.
I turned around and leveled my eyes on his
.
“I’m fine
.
I used to be a nu
rse, I’ve seen naked men before.
”
M
atter-of-fact
and
nonchalan
t.
No need to include that these men were in a nursing home.
Old and wrinkly.
Not gorgeous
.
With a perfect body and cutting blue eyes and a smile that boiled my female radiator, good lord. I resisted the urge to fan my flaming cheeks, watching
my
moon god break into the most soul stirring smile
.
“Good,” he said, “can you disrobe and lay in the sheets for me?”
“Disrobe?
”
Dammit,
hadn’t meant for the word to actually come out
.
Artsy
.
N
a
ked is artsy
.
“Alright.”
I nodded a little and stared at him, then chewed my lower lip
.
“You mind… turning around?”
His brows slowly rose with wonder then understanding
.
“Not at all.
”
He presented me with his perfect buns and my mouth opened with no speech, thank God. I quickly ran to the side of the bed, took off the robe and jumped in the sheets, the smell of masculinity and cologne stroking over my female parts. “I’m ready.”
He turned and my jaw dropped. Shit, I wasn’t ready. I’d forgotten he was naked and didn’t brace for it. So, of course I stared right at his privates with open awe. When I realized, I jerked my eyes up and found him looking at me with a sheepish grin
.
“What?”
x
Leave
it to me to ask the stupidest question in the
fricken
world.
He shook his head and laughed while settling on the stool next to the large ca
n
vas
.
“Never had a woman stare at me like that, that’s all.”
I swallowed. “Oh? Is that not allowed?”
He leveled his blue gaze on me and gave a slight shrug. “
There
’s
no rules
, really
.
Where that
’s
concerned.”
I held the sheet tight to my chest
.
“I have a hard time believing that no woman has looked at you before.”
He dabbed his brush on something
with a hint of a smile
.
“I didn’t say a woman never
looked
at me before.”
Heat burned my cheeks as I got what he meant
.
No woman had ever gawked like an idiot at him before
.
Stared like she’d never seen a man before
.
Just act like it’s no big
deal,
this is all
nooooo
big deal
.
“Oh.”
He looked at me then and I wondered if the artist was looking at me now
.
By the way his face grew so serious and intense, I hoped so
.
A man looking at me like that needed a damn good reason or else I’d be thinking he was seeing something totally amazing. “You always look like that when you paint people?”
The artist within him seemed to politely recede and his face softened
.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know, just like… you’re seeing some kind of phenomenon.”
He smiled and lowered his head
.
“I think I am
.
With you.”
His words punched me right in the heart
.
I suddenly wanted to bear myself e
n
tirely to him
.
“
Ain’t
nothing special about me Johnny Blue,” I murmured, mostly to m
y
self.
I panicked when he left the easel and came toward the bed with that serious look and giant penis
.
I didn’t know where to put my eyes
.
Meeting his gaze
seemed the most dangerous, and below his face was equally as dangerous and anywhere else looked like I was bothered
.
Conversation was the only thing I could think of
.
“Am I posing wrong?
Probably not even posing really
.
”
He sat on the bed next to me
.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
My pulse roared in my ears as I obeyed
.
No doubt he read the fear in my eyes so entirely, but I couldn’t help it, his closeness incapacitated my thought to speech pr
o
cesses
.
I swallowed as he reached and slid his finger from my temple to chin
.
Then he leaned slowly toward me.
All I saw were those perfect full lips coming for me
.
I waited for what I’d ima
g
ined since first I’d laid eyes on him. His lips softly touched mine, almost in a searching, sensing,
kind
of way. A whimper caught in my throat as my own lips softened for him. “How can you not know this?” he asked, just next to my lips.
His hot breath brought on that swooning sensation. “Know what?” I barely whimpered.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me back onto the bed
.
But he didn’t
follow,
he just stared at me with that intense look, the brooding face of a troubled soul
.
I wasn’t sure what to do, what he wanted or needed, as a man, an artist, whatever, I just wanted to give it, that’s all I knew
.
I let my hands lay loose, next to me, telling him I was ready, for whatever he wanted.
I watched him fix his serious gaze on my covered breasts
.
My eyes lowered to his hand as it reached for the sheet
.
He carefully slid it down, like he
were
un
veiling som
e
thing sacred
.
I looked at his face when he exposed one of my breasts, resisting the urge to hide it, terrified of what he’d think
.
The agony I found in his face only worried me
.
I knew the rapid rise and fall of my chest told on me, but there was no hiding it
.
His erection seemed to get… more erect, and a shudder passed through me.
“You’re so beautiful.” He reached with his index finger and slid it
softly around my
hardened nipple
, but not touching it
.
I gave a desperate moan. What was he doing? Why? I only kind of wanted to know as my lids became weighted with that lava in my veins. The intense throbbing b
e
tween my legs was unbearable. I really wanted to touch him back but didn’t have a clue what was right in that moment
.
He slid the sheet lower, until it rested on the curve of my hip. I slowly relaxed,
laying
fully on my back, arching just a little
,
presenting him my breasts
. Th
ey were his
and I wanted him to
take them
.
His eyes devoured my gift, his lips parting with heavy breathing
.
I was encou
r
aged
.
By that and the size of his erection
.
He slowly backed off the bed, standing next to it, his gaze finally making it back to mine
.
I didn’t hide what I felt
.
What I wanted so desperately
.
His head shook slowly
.
“Don’t—move.”
He hurried off and returned with his easel, and brushes
.
He looked at me with that desperate, almost panicked look, as though worried the rare butterfly might fly off
.
How could I? The man had me so bound with invisible strings of
desire,
there was no thought of flying
anywhere but into his arms
.
I’d only ever been touched by my ex-husband and that was ten years ago
. H
e
’d
never
made me feel like this, even when he was being halfway nice.
How hard it was to
stay still with this fire blooming in me
.
“Johnny,” I whispered, or begged, or croaked, maybe all three.
“Wait Jewel,” he begged me back, nearly just as desperate
.
“Five minutes, I promise.”
Five minutes?
And then what?
I swallowed, closing my eyes in agony and lic
k
ing my lips
.
I appeased my longing with watching him
.
He stood so that I could see him entirely
.
My eyes were on his erection, and I whimpered when imagining what it would feel like plunging in
side
me
.
The sound of my need made it jump and more fire spread through me, drawing a light moan as it did
.
An et
ernity later, he turned to me.
I got up on my elbows and stared back into his gaze that no longer held the frantic artist but the man within
.
At least I think.
Or hoped.
His eyes relaxed with a certain confidence that made me ache
.
A promise that made my heart race and my
neglected
parts
tremble
.
He stood at the edge of the bed, his erection so… very erect, and I could only stare at it
.
I’d never really looked at one closely
.
And I surely never wanted one more than I did in that second
.
I looked up at him, not sure what I was supposed to do
.
I knew what I wanted to do, and could hardly believe it
.
I’d always thought only whores did things like that
.
I licked my lips thinking I’d never seen anything more beautiful, more… edible
.
The idea of tasting it, made m
y heart skitter
. I
glanced
back up at Johnny and
saw
he was letting me decide what I wanted
.
Th
e look in his eyes, the way his breath labored
.
He wanted me to do it
.
But he didn’t want to ask
.