The next morning everything seemed back to normal.
I awoke wrapped in Zan’s strong arms. We were both still naked from last night’s lovemaking and the warm line of his body pressed the length of mine. My head rested against his beautiful chest and with my eyes I followed the outline of his muscles up to his neck. There was a dark growth of overnight beard on his throat and I knew it would be rough to the touch. The scent of his skin invaded my senses, making my whole body shiver with desire.
He is so sexy that I couldn’t resist and I leaned in placing a soft open-mouth kiss on his throat. But it wasn’t enough, and only made me hungry for more. I wanted to touch and taste every inch of him. I kissed him again, letting my tongue trail across his skin.
It always surprised me how soft his skin was and I felt the need to touch him again and again just to see if it was the same as I remembered.
I moved higher, brushing my lips over his prickly beard, before returning to the smooth hollow of his neck. So slowly I trailed my lips across his silky throat, savoring the difference in texture. I breathed in deeply, getting lost in his heady scent. Gently I closed my teeth around the defined muscle in his neck sucking his skin into my mouth and laving it with my tongue.
I was so caught up in my task that for a moment I didn’t notice he was awake.
He groaned with pleasure as he cupped my head. “Mmmmmm baby, you’re going to kill me.”
He kissed me hard and long, devouring my mouth. His tongue slid into my mouth and I welcomed him with flick of my own tongue. He stroked inside, tasting, teasing and we only broke apart when air was becoming an issue.
Zan smiled crookedly. “But everybody’s gotta go sometime.”
I smiled and we both started laughing.
Zan’s hands moved across my ribs and stomach tickling me. I squirmed trying to get away but he threw his leg over me easily holding me in place.
I laughed until I could barely breathe, begging him to stop, and then Zan’s touch suddenly changed. The playful skitter of his fingers across my skin turned into a sensual caress. He traveled over the same area he had just covered but instead of giggles, this time his touch brought electricity to my skin and a gasp to my lips.
He smiled again but the playful curve of his lips was replaced by satisfaction and desire.
His hands moved slowly upward, pausing just below my breasts, and then just as slowly slid down to my hips. He reversed direction again but his hands traveled even more slowly. As he approached my breasts again I trembled with the anticipation of him touching me.
Again he stopped below my breasts and with his thumbs he skimmed the edge, teasing me. I arched into him and he allowed his palms to graze my already hard nipples, before he moved slowly back down the sides.
He grazed the edges, slowly moving in circles ever closer to the center. I finally thought he would touch me where I wanted it most but he suddenly reversed direction. I gasped in disappointment.
His smile widened and he lowered his head. He hesitated inches away and I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive skin. My nipples hardened painfully.
Suddenly he dipped his head and took my swollen peak into his mouth.
I groaned with relief and arched into him as he flicked his tongue over my nub. His teeth grazed my skin and then he followed the same path with his warm tongue, soothing but arousing. He covered my other breast with his hand and kneaded it with his clever fingers as he continued to suck and nip the first.
I threaded one hand into his hair and grasped at his back with the other. With only a few touches Zan could make me so wild for him. I automatically parted my legs, wanting him nearer, needing his naked body pressed to mine.
And Zan gave me what I wanted, moving completely over me. He settled between my legs and aligned our bodies so that his hard cock rested against my lower lips. So slowly he started to rock, sliding his erection through my wet folds. I widened my legs farther and raised my knees to bring him even closer.
Zan’s mouth left my breast and he met my eyes. “Baby I love having you first thing in the morning. You’re so warm and sleepy and sexy.”
I smiled. “It is definitely my favorite way to wake up.”
He grinned wickedly and kissed a trail up my body to my neck. Gently he sank his teeth into the most sensitive spot, making me gasp with pleasure.
I leaned my head back giving him better access and he took full advantage. He nibbled his way across my throat, and then traveled the same path again covering my neck with kisses.
As he continued to lick and suck my neck Zan continued to rock against me again, his cock slowly moving from my core up to my clit and then back. His touches were driving me insane with need. I angled my hips and matched his motion, trying to lead him inside, but he resisted my attempts.
He kissed my neck hard. “Not yet baby,” he growled.
“Zan,” I gasped. “I want you.”
“I’ll take you soon, but not yet.” His teeth scraped my neck as he rubbed his cock against my clit. “I want you desperate for me, and then I’ll fuck you so good.”
I gasped in surprise. “Zan.”
I felt his smile against my skin before he returned to the most sensitive spot on my neck. Quickly he flicked his tongue over my skin from side to side, and then he changed directions going up and down. With every direction change he increased the pressure and soon I was moaning and writhing beneath him.
His hand slid between us and slowly moved across my skin up toward my breast. My breath came in pants as I anticipated him touching me, but he stopped just as he reached the underside. His thumb brushed back and forth barely grazing my breast as he continued to devour my neck.
He sucked at my skin hard, and I knew it would leave marks, but I didn’t care because it felt so good. I arched my head back even farther and Zan sank his teeth into my throat as his thumb suddenly brushed over my hard nipple.
I cried out with the pleasure, grabbing at Zan’s back.
With a feather’s touch he brushed his thumb over my peak again and again, keeping time with the rhythm of his hips against mine.
I was going insane with pleasurable sensations as Zan attacked so much of my body. My breath came faster and faster until I thought I might pass out. Moisture poured out of my core allowing Zan’s erection to slide so easily through my folds, the delicious friction causing an ache of arousal that was almost unbearable.
I desperately wanted him inside. I dug my fingers into his muscles trying to bring him closer as I raised my hips. He continued his motion, but somehow avoided entering me.
“Please,” I gasped. “Zan, please fuck me now.”
Zan looked up into my eyes. He slid his cock through my folds and up to my clit and then back down, but this time when he reached my core he pushed his tip inside me. “Is that what you want baby?”
“Yes,” I gasped. I arched up needing more of him.
He allowed himself to slide in another inch and I couldn’t stop a moan escaping my lips.
“Angel, you’re so wet,” he groaned.
I could feel him starting to shake and I knew he was holding on to his control by a thread. I wrapped my legs around him and grasped his ass. “Because I want you so much.”
Zan smiled and slowly pushed inside until he was buried to the hilt.
Having his rock-hard cock inside was just what I needed. His impressive length stretched and filled my aching core and I was so aroused that my inner muscles started to clench around him. “It feels so good Zan!”
“Baby, there is no where I’d rather be than inside your sweet pussy,” he growled.
He leaned down to kiss me and started to leisurely rock his hips against me. The motion pulled him out of me slightly and pushed him back in.
I broke the kiss with a gasp, needing the air. I lifted my hips to meet his, attempting to increase the pace.
Zan nipped at my shoulder but kept the rhythm slow. “Don’t worry angel, I’ll get you there.”
The pleasure was almost excruciating as he continued to move so slowly inside me. My body jerked with the electricity he was causing and my head thrashed from side to side. My breath was coming so fast I thought I might pass out. I was so close. “Zan,” I whimpered.
He kissed my neck hard as he reached between us and flicked my clit. “Liz, love,” he whispered.
I came immediately. A sort of moan escaped me as my body spasmed uncontrollably and my legs clamped around him pulling him deep inside. My inner muscles gripped him tightly and I felt his hips jerk once again before his hot seed spilled into me. He groaned his satisfaction, panting hard for a moment.
As the incredible orgasm continued to wash through me, Zan started to place soft kisses on my neck and breasts. “Mmmmm,” he said between kisses, “baby I love making you cum.”
I smiled. “And you’re so good at it.”
Zan met my eyes and smiled. “I’ve had a bit of practice but I’m always willing to give it another try,” he winked, “just to improve my technique.”
I laughed. “Well I won’t make it to school if you hone your technique any more this morning. I might not even be able to walk.”
With a growl Zan rolled us onto our sides, taking me into his arms. “Well, keeping you in bed for the rest of our lives doesn’t seem like such a bad idea.”
He placed quick kisses over my face.
“Zan,” I protested, “we have to get up.”
He groaned and pulled me close. “I want to hold you for a few more minutes.”
How could I refuse his request? I nodded and snuggled into his chest.
Zan placed a kiss on my forehead and rested his head on top of mine. We lay in each others’ arms for a while and then took a shower before breakfast.
I started the coffee maker and went to the fridge for cream cheese and milk, putting them on the table before I turned to watch Zan.
Padding around the kitchen, he cut a couple of bagels in half and put them in the toaster before getting out two coffee cups. He was barefoot and wore only paint-spattered jeans, his wet hair even more ruffled then usual, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
Knowing I was watching him, he turned to me with a smile and a wink. “Like what you see, angel?”
I crossed to him and ran my hand down his defined abs, stopping on the waistline of his jeans. “You know I do.”
He kissed my forehead. “I like everything about you baby.” He squeezed my ass, “Especially the parts I can’t currently see.”
I laughed, and he pulled me close, kissing me quickly before he released me.
Zan grabbed the bagels and I poured the coffee and we both sat down.
He slathered his bagel with cream cheese. “Are you doing anything special today?” he asked.
I nodded. “I need to stop by the library after class to grab some reference materials for my project. But it shouldn’t take long.”
“You’ll be home in time for a late lunch?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said with a smile, “I should be home around one-thirty.”
“Good,” Zan said. “If you want I’ll have the deli send over our usual order and we can sit out on the balcony.”
I nodded. “I’d like that.”
We had eaten on the balcony before, but not for the last couple of weeks.
It wasn’t really a balcony at all, it was the fire escape and there was barely enough room for us both. Zan would sit with his back against the wall and I would sit between his legs, leaning into him. We would feed each other while we talked and laughed watching the people on the street below.
I was glad that Zan wanted to spend time together. Maybe the strange vibes I had been getting were all in my head.
We finished breakfast and Zan moved to his worktable to start on his painting while I did some reading before I had to leave.
I had just finished the chapter when Zan’s phone rang. He had a separate line for his painting business so he didn’t have to give out our private phone number.
Zan reached for the paint-smeared phone. “Yeah.”
I saw his brow crease as he listened to the person on the other end. He glanced at his watch and listened for a few more moments before speaking. “Yeah, okay.”
He hung up and returned to what he was doing, but his movements seemed agitated.
I watched him for a few moments but finally I had to say something. “Zan?”
“Yeah baby?” he answered, without looking up.
And suddenly I was worried again. Zan often got absorbed in his work, but this time it was the phone call that distracted him.
“Is everything okay Zan?” I asked.
He turned to me with a brief smile. “Of course darlin’.”
“But that phone call seemed to upset you,” I insisted.
Zan shook his head. “No,” he said. “It was just um, my agent. He’s been bugging me about the details for the new show.”
“Well that’s good, isn’t it?”
Zan shrugged and turned back to his canvas.
I wanted to talk to him more but it was past time for me to leave. I would have to hurry to make it to class on time. I gathered my books and stuffed them in my backpack before going over to Zan. “I’ve gotta go, but I’ll see you for lunch.”
“Oh baby I’m sorry, I forgot,” he said. “I can’t make it by one-thirty. I have a meeting. We’ll have to have lunch together another day.”
“Oh,” I said, trying not to show my worry. “Well, when do you think you’ll be back?”
“Probably closer to two-thirty or three.” He pulled me to him and kissed me briefly. “You gotta go or you’ll be late.”
I sat through my three classes, and I can honestly say I didn’t hear a word that was spoken. I was too preoccupied thinking about Zan.
This morning had been so wonderful. Zan was so tender and loving, and then he had received the phone call.
Everything had changed after that. Zan was obviously thinking about something. It had also seemed like he wanted to get me out of the loft, and my mind was working overtime about the reason. Maybe someone was coming over. Another woman perhaps?
Zan had said it was Steve on the phone. But the way he’d said it made me wonder if he had been lying. What if he had been planning to meet someone, his lover.
NO! my mind screamed out. I didn’t really believe that Zan would cheat on me. I was just having a hard time coming up with another explanation.
I had asked him again and again over the last week, trying to get him to open up, and I was beginning to feel like a nag.
He kept denying that anything was wrong, but he was obviously distracted by something. Of course Zan had every right to not talk to me. I just thought we shared everything and it hurt to know there was something he was going through that I wasn’t a part of.
After my classes I went back to our empty loft, and crossed to Zan’s worktable. He used it for everything, a workspace, storage and a desk. There was a small sketchbook by his phone and I knew he kept notes and messages in it.
For a moment I was tempted. If I searched through the notes maybe I could figure out what was on his mind. But I discarded the idea almost immediately. Zan trusted me, and it would be a terrible invasion of his privacy.
I simply had to accept the fact that Zan didn’t want to talk about it, and maybe he never would.
But whatever was wrong, Zan and I were still connecting perfectly on a sexual level.
I shivered with desire thinking about our lovemaking that morning; Zan’s body moving in time with mine, his mouth hungrily devouring my mouth, my breasts, his whispered words of love as we had climaxed together.
We had always connected sexually, right from the start. Zan was the first man that I had really desired in that way and I knew I would always crave him. And no matter how many times we were together, I would never get enough.
I am addicted to Zan, body, mind and soul, and I love him desperately. There is no way I would just give him up. Plus I can’t imagine never making love to him again. I couldn’t stand losing the delicious feeling of his body against me, inside of me, the pleasure we give one another, the love.
Making love with Zan was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced.
I decided that is how I would get through to him, showing my support, my love and desire. That is how I would fight for him.
I reached for the sketchbook that has the drawings of us making love and quickly flipped through the pages. Zan had drawn them all; some things we had done, but many were his fantasies. And that is what I intended to give him, one of his fantasies.
Of course Zan has his favorite sexual positions, but I wanted to give him something we hadn’t experienced yet.
I flipped through page after page, my eyes tracing over the lines of our bodies entangled. It was incredibly sexy seeing us together. The many positions fueled my imagination and enflamed my desire.
Finally I found what I was looking for, and then I only had to kill some time before he got home. I went into the bathroom and eyed the new jetted tub enviously. Zan had gotten it installed a few days ago but we couldn’t use it yet. The contractor had told Zan that the silicone needed to cure for a week and there were still a couple of days to go.
Instead I took a hot shower and washed my hair. I dried my body and brushed out my hair, leaving it long and straight as Zan preferred. It had grown a couple of inches in the months we had been together and Zan had asked me not to cut it. I was happy to do as he wanted. He had given me so much.
After my hair was dry, I gathered a couple of pillows and padded naked into the main room. I stacked the pillows on the floor and laid across them face down so that they lifted my butt into the air and exposed my sex. It was one of the positions in the book that we had never tried, and I was surprised it was actually quite comfortable.
I glanced at the clock. It was almost two-thirty and hopefully I wouldn’t have long to wait.
I flipped through the sketchbook as I waited. The shower had eased my body’s arousal somewhat, but looking at the pictures Zan had drawn of us quickly made me anxious and hungry for him again.
I craved his hands, his mouth on me, his body pressed to mine, but I was nervous too. What if he didn’t want me? What if he really was looking for a way to break up with me?
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the sound of the elevator. I waited, barely breathing, to see which floor it stopped on, and when it came all the way to the top, I knew it was time.
I had chosen a place behind the sofa, near his worktable, where he wouldn’t be able to see me right away. But the down side was, I couldn’t see him either.
I heard the door open and Zan’s deep voice called out. “Liz? Are you here baby?”
“Over here,” I answered softly. “On the floor.”
I heard his solid footsteps as he crossed the wooden floor, and then his softer tread as he reached the rug. I turned and looked back over my shoulder as he came around the sofa.
“Baby what are you…” he trailed off as he saw me. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I was hoping Zan,” I said throatily. His eyes traveled over me hungrily and I slowly bent my knee, spreading my legs farther apart and exposing myself to him more. “Come and fuck me.”
The corner of his mouth raised in a cocky smile. “No baby, I’ll fuck you and then you’ll cum.”
He stripped off his clothes and in a moment was naked and on his knees behind me. His hands roamed over my ass and then smoothed over my back. “Angel you are so beautiful.”
I felt his teeth graze the skin of my butt. He kissed a line up until he reached the small of my back. “I want to touch and taste every inch of you.”
He kissed my back again but this time between my shoulder blades, and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my lower lips. “But even more,” he growled, “I want to fuck you.”
“Yes Zan,” I moaned, pressing back into him. “Fuck me now.”
He grasped the globes of my ass, and with a growl he thrust into me hard, burring himself deep.
I cried out with the pleasure. Zan felt even bigger in this position and our bodies aligned so I could take his entire length inside.
Covering my body with his, he pressed his chest into my back before he started moving.
There was nothing tentative or gentle about his action. He set a furious pace, thrusting into me hard and fast, gripping my breasts as handholds. His body held me in place, his knees pushing mine wide, and it was all I could do to catch my breath. But it felt so good, each of his powerful surges burring him to the hilt and sending electricity through me.
Zan pressed more of his weight on me and hammered into me harder, groaning with the exertion.
My breath came in harsh pants as I quickly approached the edge and my hands grasped at the rug.
Zan reached down and placed his hands over mine, entwining our fingers and I involuntarily clamped down on them.
He thrust into me again and again and I felt my whole body arch. Another thrust pushed me right to the edge, and somehow he held me there, his next half-dozen surges only adding to my pleasure. My core fluttered around him and then suddenly I came.
“Zaaaaan,” I moaned.
He pushed deep inside me one final time and groaned his climax.
We lay together for a few moments, both working to catch our breath.
Zan’s hot breath brushed my ear. “Baby, that was so good.”
“Yeah,” I breathed.
He pulled out of me and helped me sit, taking me in his arms. Zan kissed my neck and nuzzled my ear, speaking softly. “What a nice surprise to come home to.” He kissed my neck again. “Mmmmm, two days in a row I’ve had great surprises.”
I put my palm to his cheek and met his eyes. “I love you Zan, and I want you to be happy. I want to give you everything I can. I want you to have your fantasies.”
“Oh,” he said with understanding. “You saw this in the book.”
I nodded and Zan hugged me tightly. “I am happy baby. I love you Liz, and I have everything because I have you.”
I hugged him tighter. “Zan.”
He kissed me so sweetly and then pulled back to see my eyes. “So you want me to have my fantasies?” he asked with a smile.
“Well,” he drawled, “there is one fantasy I haven’t told you about.”
I was surprised. Usually Zan was so open about his wants and desires. “What is it?”
He winked at me as he got to his feet. “Wait right there baby.”
I watched him curiously as he crossed to his worktable and picked up something I couldn’t see, hiding it behind him as he turned and walked back to me. He knelt down close to me so our bodies almost touched, still keeping the item concealed.
I raised my eyebrow in a question as I met his eyes.
Zan smiled as he took my cheek in his hand. “I know every inch of your beautiful body, every line, every curve.” His other hand moved up to cup my breast. “I could sketch you with my eyes closed.” His thumb traced slow circles over my peak. “I have drawn and painted you so many times, and sometime in the last couple of weeks I started to wonder what it would really look like.”
I didn’t understand what he meant. “What what would look like?”
He smiled again and leaned in to kiss me briefly before his eyes trailed down my body to my breast. I followed his gaze and noticed that he had rubbed blue paint on me.
“I wanted to see what the paint would look like on your skin,” Zan said with a wicked smile. Reaching behind him he brought out his palate and placed it beside us. He dipped his thumb in the red and held my eyes as he swirled it onto my other breast.
I arched into him, his touch causing my nipple to harden, and Zan passed his thumb over the pointed tip painting it red. “Beautiful,” he growled.
He held my eyes as he continued to caress my breast, and I watched his eyes darken with need. Reaching to the palate again he scooped white paint onto his finger and dabbed it onto my breast, using his thumb to blend it into the red. The paint allowed his fingers to slide easily over my skin and it was so pleasurable that my nipple tightened painfully.
He watched with wide eyes. “The only problem,” he groaned, “is that I can’t taste you with the paint on.”
He leaned in with a growl and kissed me between my breasts, nibbling a path up to my neck. Then he placed a quick kiss on my mouth before leaning back.
I couldn’t help myself and I started laughing when I saw that the paint on my breasts had smeared onto his cheeks.
Zan reached up to wipe at the paint on his face, but used his finger that had red paint on it and only succeeded in smearing on more.
I laughed harder and Zan pulled me to him, kissing me sloppily and smearing paint on my face.
When he released me we both noticed that my breasts had pressed against his chest and he now had two round paint impressions, one red and one blue.
We both started laughing and I reached for the palate, dipping my finger into the black, and quickly painted smilie faces on both the circles on his chest.
He smiled and lifted on eyebrow. “You think that’s funny, huh?”
I nodded, trying to contain my giggles.
More quickly than I though possible Zan flipped me onto my back and was over me. He kissed me briefly, thrusting his tongue into my surprised mouth, before moving lower.
He stopped at my neck and looked up to meet my eyes. “I like having proof on me of our lovemaking.”
Placing open-mouth kisses every few inches, he nibbled and licked his way down my body. He passed between my breasts and moved down to my stomach where he paused at my navel. Using long, broad stokes of his tongue he licked all the way around it before dipping briefly inside.
My body lifted into him and he grazed my skin with his teeth before pulling back.
He dipped his fingers in the paint again and started drawing around my navel. With slow, caressing strokes he spread yellow and brown paint onto my skin drawing a stylized sun. His touches were driving me wild and my stomach muscles jumped underneath his fingers.
When he was finished, he examined his work briefly before leaning over me again and pressing his body to mine for a heated kiss.
His hard cock rested against my lower lips causing a jolt of electricity to flash through me and I arched into him. Zan slid his hand under my hips and pulled me even closer as he continued to devour my mouth.
Suddenly he pulled away and looked down at his stomach, and nodded when he saw the smeared imprint of the sun he had drawn on me. His eyes glittered as he met mine and he smiled wickedly. ”I wonder what other interesting places we can get paint transfer.”
He dipped his thumb in the red paint and pressed it low on my stomach at the top of my dark triangle. I watched as he slowly moved down leaving a stripe of red in my hair. I held my breath as he approached my clit wondering what he had in mind.
Zan stopped his motion before he touched me and looked up to meet my eyes. He held my gaze as he brushed his thumb over my clit, smiling with satisfaction when I my body jumped in reaction.
He moved lower tracing over my lower lips, smearing them with the red paint. Again and again he smoothed over them, watching my reactions closely.
The paint was cool and slick and Zan’s soft, slow rhythm was driving me crazy. I felt moisture pooling in my aching core and I couldn’t stop the gasp of pleasure that escaped my lips. He leisurely stroked back up and took my sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger rolling it gently. My body arched as electricity shot through me.
“Beautiful angel,” Zan growled. “You are the perfect canvas.”
He leaned down and kissed me and his hand moved up my body to take possession of my breast again.
His slow teasing was making me so wild for him, and I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. As I continued to kiss him I surreptitiously moved my hand to the palate and pressed it into the paint. Then I put my fingers to his chest and followed the line of his muscles down to his defined abs and continued lower. But just as I was about to close my hand over his rigid erection, Zan grasped my wrist.
He pulled back meeting my eyes. “I don’t think so baby,” he said with a grin. “I have something else in mind.”
Suddenly he pushed forward entering me with a single thrust and a growl.
I whimpered with the pleasure of having him inside, but he didn’t even give me a moment to catch my breath before he started to move. He withdrew almost all the way before plunging back in.
I felt Zan shaking as he set a quick rhythm. He was a lot more aroused than he had let me see.
He wrapped his arms around me to get better traction and increased his pace. Our bodies were slick with paint and slid together easily, increasing our pleasure. Zan groaned and I knew he was close.
I wrapped my legs around him and grasped his ass, urging him to even greater speed.
He pounded into me furiously taking my breath away. My body tensed as I quickly approached climax. “Zan,” I gasped.
A few more of his powerful thrusts sent me flying over the edge and Zan followed me immediately. His hips jerked against me as a groan of pure masculine satisfaction escaped him. He collapsed against me breathing hard and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Fuck baby.”
I smiled. “I thought we just did.”
He brushed the wet hair off my face. “Mmmm, yes we did,” he growled. He kissed me briefly. “A fast, hard fuck, just like you like it.”
I blushed and Zan smiled wider. “My insatiable angel,” he purred. “That is just one of the things I love about you.”
I reached up to touch his face. “I love everything about you.”
“Oh," I gasped, snatching my hand away, realizing I had just put more paint on his face.
Zan looked at my hand and pulled away from me slightly, his eyes going to our paint-smeared chests. His eyebrow lifted. “I knew our love making was a work of art, but who knew we created art?”
I looked at his chest and then mine. The colors had blended together making a sort of abstract composition.
His eyes flicked over us for a few moments before he pulled out of me. He leaned in to kiss me tenderly. “Come on baby, let’s get cleaned up.”
I smiled teasingly. “And how do you suggest we do that?”
“Hmmmm,” he said with mock consideration, “water-soluble oils usually come off in a nice soapy shower. And we should probably take it together.”
I nodded. “Just to make sure we get all the paint off.”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “Of course.”
Zan helped me to my feet and we started toward the bedroom, but he turned back to get the palate off the floor.
I burst into laughter when I saw his ass. There on his sculpted rear was my handprint in smeared paint.
Zan twisted to see his ass, and then turned to me with a wicked grin and a growl, chasing me into the bathroom. “Liiiiz!”
Everything about that night was wonderful. Zan was playful and loving and we spent the whole night making love.
But the next day I was more convinced than ever that something was wrong. Zan seemed excited, anxious, and not in a sexual way.
Although we did make love in the morning and Zan kissed me tenderly before sending me off to school, it was obvious that the thing occupying his mind was closer than ever.
I tried not to obsess about it while I was at school, aware that there was nothing I could do, but it was difficult to think of anything else. Finally I decided that I would ask Zan what was going on again.
When I arrived home from school Zan wasn’t there, and I saw that as definite proof that something was wrong. He was almost always in the loft when I came home, but now three days in a row he had been gone. He’d said nothing to me that morning about going anywhere, and he hadn’t called me either.
I wasn’t sure what I should do. I was so worried.
I moved to his worktable, needing to feel closer to him and that’s when I saw a piece of paper on the table. I sighed with relief, assuming it was a drawing of what Zan wanted to do that night, but when I got nearer I could see it was a note.
My heart plunged into despair and I thought I might be sick. Was Zan leaving me?
With a shaking hand I reached for the paper and quickly skimmed the few words.
Angel, I’ll be home at 6.
Taking you to dinner and
that movie we want to see.
And Liz, wear that sexy
black miniskirt I like.
I practically fainted with relief. Zan wanted to spend time with me tonight.
I could almost hear the teasing note in his voice and see him wink when he made the request to wear the miniskirt. His eyes and hands would be roaming over my legs all night if I did wear the skirt. And how could I refuse him when he made me feel so beautiful, sexy and loved?
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