Body of an Artist Part 1


Part 1


(New York City)

I moved in with Zan almost two weeks ago.

To be exact, it was twelve days ago. The day after we first made love. Thirty days after I first saw him.

It sounds like it happened really fast, and in some ways that’s true. My roommate thought I was insane to move in with a guy I had only known for eighteen days. But I knew the first time I saw Zan that I wanted him, and as I got to know him I fell in love. He loves me too and we wanted to be together so we didn’t see any reason to wait.

We love being with each other, talking about everything, laughing, or just spending quiet time together. And Zan loves to draw me. He is an artist and he keeps a sketchbook that he has practically filled with drawings of me. He sketches me in all kinds of places, doing all kinds of things, on campus, in the loft, studying, sleeping. And he likes to draw us making love. He sketches things we have done, and he also sketches his fantasies, places and positions he wants to try.

That’s another reason it makes sense for us to live together, because we can hardly keep our hands off of one another.

Sometimes we look through the sketchbook together and choose a drawing and that is how make love that night. When we can’t decide on one drawing, we each choose one and make love both ways. I often wonder if Zan chooses a different drawing than mine because he wants to make love twice. I wouldn’t doubt it. I have to admit that I’ve done the same thing myself.

Not that we limit our lovemaking to the drawings. We both want each other so much that we make love often. I never would have said I was sexually adventuresome, in fact I was a virgin until I was with Zan. But I feel so safe with him, I find myself doing things with him in places that I would never even have considered.

It is so exciting having sex in semi-public places. Places where we can’t be seen or heard but we can see or hear others. Just the possibility that someone could catch us sets us both on fire. But neither of us are exhibitionists and Zan is always careful to keep our sex life private.

But as much as we like semi-public sex, we both like it at home even more. Zan says the sounds I make during sex drive him wild, and I love to hear his groans of pleasure and his rasped dirty talk. Plus we aren’t limited in any way.

Zan mostly works from the loft and he is usually there when I finish my classes for the day. Today I only had one final and I didn’t know if he would be there, but I hoped he was. I had barely been able to concentrate on my test I wanted him so badly.

The loft is only a few blocks from campus and I walked home quickly.

For the last few days I’ve been studying a lot for finals and it has really limited our lovemaking. I felt bad telling Zan I needed the extra time to study, but he insisted that I take as much time as I needed because he wants me to do well in school. So we agreed that we would only make love once a day until my finals are over. Plus Zan helps me study, and he only tempts me with sex a little.

Tomorrow is my last final and it will also be the most difficult so I need the study time. But all I can think about is sex with Zan, his beautiful, muscular body pressing against mine, our sweat-slicked skin easily sliding together as his hard cock pushes into me. Just imagining it caused a shiver of pure desire to rush through me.

I arrived at our building, and the ride up in the elevator seemed to take forever. Finally I reached our floor, but I paused at the door suddenly feeling shy about seeming over-anxious. My sexuality is still so new and I don’t yet feel completely comfortable about initiating sex or even asking for what I want. Zan knows that I am somewhat hesitant and he usually takes charge, but to put me more at ease he suggested choosing sketches from the book. That way I can ask for exactly what I want and not have to feel embarrassed.

I pushed the door open and felt relief go through me when I saw Zan. He was at his worktable, with his back to the door sketching furiously, and I watched for a moment as the muscles in his powerful arms flexed and bulged. A rush of desire wracked my body nearly taking my breath away and chasing the shyness from me. I wanted him now.

Silently I crossed to him intending to catch him by surprise, but just before I touched him, Zan suddenly turned and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me and spinning us around.

I pouted, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I wanted to surprise you.”

Zan smiled. “I knew what time your test ended angel, and I’ve been listening for the elevator.”

He kissed me thoroughly and set me on my feet. “Do you want to look at the book?” he asked with a wink.

I nodded and he wrapped his arm around my waist, leading us to the table where he reached for the sketchbook. He sat it on the table and embraced me from behind pressing his hard body against me as I started to flip through the drawings.

Pushing my hair to the side Zan nuzzled my neck, the wiry hair of his beard and his hot breath tickling my skin. He was making it impossible for me to focus on the drawings and I simply closed my eyes and concentrated on the pleasurable sensations. His obvious erection was pressed between us and he moved his hips slightly rubbing against my butt. His hands moved up my stomach to cup my breasts and he stroked the hardening nipples as he kissed and bit my neck. “Mmmm baby,” he growled near my ear, “I want you so much.”

“I want you too,” I gasped.

His hands slipped under my shirt and he reached inside my bra freeing my breasts, his thumbs grazing my nubs. I arched into him gasping with pleasure and he growled again. “I don’t think we need the book this time.”

He unfastened my pants and pushed them and my underwear down. With one hand he reached between my legs, brushing over my clit before dipping into my already wet folds. With the other hand he freed his hard length, not even bothering to remove his pants. And discovering I was wet and ready for him, he pushed inside me.

We had stopped using condoms when I told Zan I was on the pill and I couldn’t believe the difference in sensation. His cock is so hard but so soft at the same time and the velvety texture causes such amazing friction inside me. I can also feel his warmth and his heartbeat and it makes me feel even closer to him knowing nothing is between us.

The angle caused his cock to brush the sensitive spot inside me. “Oh Zan,” I whimpered. “That’s so good.”

“I know baby,” he said as he pulled out of me almost all the way and then plunged back in. “I’ll give you what you need.”

Zan bent me forward so I rested on the table and he started a fast pace, thrusting into me again and again. He continued to stroke my nipples with his thumbs and I shook with pleasure. I was so excited that I built to orgasm quickly. His teeth brushed my shoulder and he reached down to stroke my sensitive clit.

My whole body jerked.

“That’s it baby,” he growled, “I know what you like.”

Zan increased his pace, grunting with the exertion. He continued to stroke my clit quickly and with a few more thrusts he pushed me over the edge. I cried out and my body convulsed around him. He wrapped his arms around me tightly as we both gasped for air.

He pressed kisses on my neck and suddenly I realized that he hadn’t come. “Zan?”

He understood me immediately. “I love making you cum,” he said as his hands roamed under my shirt unfastening my bra. “And I’m going to take you in the bedroom and fuck you until you cum again.”

Zan pulled my shirt over my head and then tossed my bra aside. He pulled out of me but kept me pressed against the table as he shed his own clothes. Then he lifted me in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He placed me in bed and settled over me, fitting our naked bodies together.

His solid hips settled onto me, his weight pressing me against the bed. The soft hair on his legs tickled mine and his hard chest brushed against my breasts. His firm lips slid against mine, the velvety texture of his tongue coaxing me to open to him.

I wrapped my arms around him touching as much of his beautiful body as possible. I smoothed my hands down his bulging arms and back up caressing the soft skin of his shoulders. I continued lower scouring the muscles of his back with my nails until I reached his chiseled ass, which I grasped with both hands, squeezing slightly.

His hands smoothed over my body as he kissed me, stroking over my breasts and stomach before wandering lower. Briefly he brushed over my clit as he deepened the kiss and I arched into him.

My body was so sensitive from my climax that every one of his touches was driving me wild. I grasped at his back and raised my knees cradling him between my thighs, and his hard length pressed against my lower lips. I angled my hips bringing his cock in closer contact with my aching core.

Zan rocked against me causing his hard length to brush slowly through my slick folds. “Is that what you want Liz?” he asked, holding my eyes. “Are you ready for me to fuck you again darlin’?”

I strained against him, trying to lead him inside. “Yes Zan,” I gasped. “I want you now.”

He grinned crookedly and led his cock to my opening, and with a hard thrust he was inside. “Liz,” he growled, “you’re so tight.”

I dug my fingers into his back. “That’s because you’re so big,” I groaned.

Zan’s smile widened. He wanted me to feel completely comfortable with our sexuality and he was always coaxing me to open up and talk to him. He stroked my cheek. “And we both know you like that.”

I blushed. I couldn’t help my shyness, but I was trying to work past it. Holding his eyes I nodded. “I love having your big cock inside me.”

He kissed me briefly. “Then I’ll give you exactly what you want angel.” His hands went to my hips, lifting them and bringing our bodies even closer into alignment and he pushed deeper inside.

My whole body shivered with the sensation of being filled by him.

“Wrap your legs around me baby,” he rasped with a grin, “so you can take me as deep as possible into your soft pussy.”

I blushed again, but obeyed him instantly his dirty talk making me want him even more. As my hips shifted I felt him slide even further inside. “Zan,” I gasped.

He kissed my forehead and started moving slowly in and out. And he was right, with each stroke my legs tightened pulling him back deep inside. A fine sheen of sweat covered our skin allowing our bodies to slide easily together and making me even more aware of the differences between us. His hard, muscular body flexed and moved against my softer curves driving me wild.

I dug my fingers into his back, “Faster Zan,” I gasped. “Faster.”

He increased his pace with a growl, slamming our lower bodies together. I was already close but his deep strokes pushed me to the edge and I writhed beneath him.

Zan’s motions became jerky. “So good Liz,” he growled, “so fucking good!”

My inner walls suddenly pulsed and my body tightened as the orgasm took me. I felt Zan’s hips buck and he groaned as he came into me. He collapsed against me, his hot breath brushing against my neck. He cupped my head pressing our cheeks together. “I love you so much baby.”

I tightened my arms around him. “I love you Zan.

We held each other until our breathing returned to normal. Zan pulled out and settled next to me. I started to get up and his arms went around me, holding me to him. He kissed my neck. “Where do you think you’re going angel?”

I smiled. “Zan I’d love to stay in bed with you all day, but I have to study.”

Zan shook his head. “Come on Liz, just lie back down and rest for a while. I won’t let you oversleep and we’ll study together.”

I let myself relax and he cradled me on his chest. I had been working hard for the last few days and I was tired. Zan stroked my hair and I listened to the soothing sound of his heartbeat and drifted to sleep.

When I awoke it was almost two hours later and Zan was gone. I started to get out of bed and he walked into the room wearing only a pair of black jeans. He smiled when he saw I was awake. “I was just coming to wake you angel.”

My breath caught as I watched him walk across the room. His body is magnificent, hard and chiseled, beautiful. The muscles rippled under the skin of his bare chest and arms as he moved toward me. His wore his jeans low. They revealed just a hint of dark hair beneath his navel leading lower, and accentuated the motion of his hips as he came nearer. His hair was damp and a dark lock hung rakishly across his forehead. He had obviously just come from the shower and I knew his skin would smell clean and fresh with just a hint of the soap he used. Everything about him was sexy, even his bare feet, which made me imagine our naked bodies entangled.

He sat down on the bed next to me, reaching out to stroke my hair. “I ordered out for some food and it should be here any minute. Why don’t you take a shower and after we eat I’ll help you study.”

He looked so incredibly sexy and the last thing I wanted to do was get out of bed and study. But I forced myself to do just that.

The rest of the afternoon and evening I studied and Zan helped by quizzing me. I was nervous about the test because there was a lot to memorize and it was the first really hard test of my college career. I tried not to think about Zan’s sexy body, but with him near me it was practically impossible.

He had put a shirt on so I couldn’t directly see his chest but the black t-shirt he wore stretched across his pecs outlining them, continually drawing my attention. His shirtsleeves stopped mid-bicep, leaving a large portion of his muscular arms exposed to my gaze. And of course his hands were in my sight constantly, making me imagine them roaming over my body.

All day the sexual tension built between us. We exchanged many longing glances and I felt Zan’s eyes on my body several times. He took every opportunity to touch me; brushing my arms, back and legs, touching my face, rewarding me for a right answer with a quick kiss. As it grew later he sat on the sofa and lifted me into his lap, his bulging arms wrapped around me pulling me back into his hard chest and settling me against his erection. He didn’t attempt to take things further and simply stroked my hair as I continued to study. But I could tell he was keeping careful control over his actions.

Finally after midnight Zan stretched and placed a kiss on my neck. “Let’s get you to bed angel.”

I shook my head. “No I need to keep studying.”

Zan brushed my arm. “You need to get some rest. Your test is in eight hours.”

“I’ll just study a little while longer,” I said.

He suddenly picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.

“Zan,” I protested, but he didn’t listen and put me down on the bed. I got up on my knees. “I’m too wired to sleep anyway,” I said.

“You need to get a few hours sleep,” Zan said. “I’ll help you relax.”

“But Zan…”

He cut me off pressing his finger to my lips. “Ssshhhh angel. Just put yourself into my hands.”

I nodded and let him remove my clothes, and watched in anticipation as he stripped down to his boxers.

His eyes raked over my body. “Lay down on your stomach,” he rasped.

I did as he said and I felt him straddle me. He brushed my hair to one side and leaned down placing a kiss to my exposed neck. His hands started to roam over my back, touching and caressing. My whole body hummed with adrenaline from studying and sexual tension, and Zan’s touches were making my heart beat faster.

But he didn’t attempt to touch me in a sexual manner. His hands smoothed over my neck and shoulders, pressing his thumbs gently into my tense muscles. Then he moved lower over my shoulder blades, slowly continuing down my spine before reversing direction and following it back up. Occasionally he pressed soft kisses on my back and shoulders as he continued to languidly brush against my skin easing the tension out of me. My heartbeat and breathing finally slowed, and as I felt myself relaxing I let my eyes drift shut.

I awoke to the sound of Zan’s voice and the gentle pressure of his lips on my forehead. “Wake up angel. You have two hours until your test.”

I quickly showered and Zan brought me coffee while I dressed. He quizzed me again on my problem areas and when I was ready to leave he took me down to a cab he had waiting.

“Zan,” I protested, “we only live a few minutes walk from campus.”

He opened the car door. “This way you just won’t have to worry about getting there on time.”

I let him put me in the cab. He handed the driver some money and turned back to me. “I won’t say good luck, because you don’t need luck. You know this stuff cold Liz. You’re going to ace this test.”

I hugged him tightly. “Thank you Zan, for everything.”

He kissed my cheek. “Just concentrate on your test baby.”

I didn’t need the whole time to finish my test, but I stayed to double and triple-check my answers. And Zan was right, I didn’t find one mistake. I did know it cold.

When time was called I handed in my test confident that I had aced it. Zan had helped make that happen and I intended to go home and thank him very thoroughly.

I started down the hall and was surprised to see Zan leaning against the wall. I rushed to him. “What are you doing here?”

He took me in his arms and kissed me lingeringly. “I came to congratulate you angel.”

“You’re so confident that I did well?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said. “You’re smart and you know the material.”

I smiled. “I think I aced it.”

Zan kissed me again, molding my body to his and I could feel his erection. Instantly I was on fire and when the kiss broke I started toward the exit. But Zan held me in place.

He looked around quickly, drawing my attention to the fact that while we had been kissing the hallway had emptied. Taking my hand he pushed open the door to an office behind him and pulled me inside. He closed the door and locked it.

“What are you doing?” I asked, glancing around the small, dark room.

Zan pulled me further into the office. “While I was waiting in the hall for you and I heard the guy in this office on the phone. He told someone, a secretary I guess, that he would be gone until Monday and to take messages. When he left he didn’t check to see if the door closed all the way and I held it open with my foot.”

“Why?” I asked.

Zan closed the distance between us. “You know baby,” he said with a wicked smile.

“We can’t Zan,” I gasped shocked.

Zan smiled wider and pushed his body against mine, backing me toward the desk. “Why not?”

I put my hands against his chest and shook my head. “It’s somebody’s office. We can’t just…” I trailed off as my back touched the desk and Zan’s hard body pressed into me.

“Sure we can,” he growled. His eyes held mine as he cupped my breasts stroking them through my clothes. “You want me, don’t you angel?” he rasped.

I felt a rush of liquid between my legs as I nodded. “Of course I want you,” I admitted, “but we’ll be home in just a few minutes…”

He leaned into me pressing our lower bodies closer together and rubbed his erection against me. “I can’t wait that long,” he whispered, still meeting my eyes. “I want to be inside your tight pussy now.”

I could practically feel his hard cock thrusting inside and my core clenched. I wanted him so much I hesitated with my objection. “I…” I started breathlessly.

Zan knew I was close to surrender and pressed his advantage. He placed a kiss on my neck near my ear. “Come on baby, you want it just as much as I do.” He reached down and brushed my clit through my jeans making my whole body shiver with desire. “Say yes and I’ll fuck you so good.”

“Zan,” I gasped.

He pulled back enough to look into my eyes. “Say yes Liz,” he demanded.

I couldn’t hold out against what we both wanted. I nodded. “Yes.”

He growled and our lips crashed together hungrily. His hands went to my hips and he lifted me up onto the desk. Zan reached for the fastening on my jeans and I lifted up so he could pull them and my panties down my legs. Taking my lips again he reached between us, stroking his fingers through my folds, checking to see if I was ready.

His lips moved down to my neck. “Oh baby you’re so wet,” he hissed.

I heard the sound of his zipper and the next moment his thick cock was inside me and I moaned my pleasure. Zan withdrew and plunged into me, setting a quick pace that nearly took my breath away.

Vaguely I was aware that there people in the hallway outside. I could see shadows through the frosted window of the office door and hear talking and laughter. And it excited me even more that Zan and I could give each other so much pleasure just a few feet away from where people were going about their normal lives, and none of them knew what we were doing.

We were both so turned on and desperate for each other that our joining was almost frenzied. And after only a few moments Zan groaned and I knew he was getting close, and my own breath was coming in gasps. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and my body jerked in surprise.

Zan buried his face in my neck, holding me tightly, but he didn’t slow his pace. “It’s okay baby,” he rasped. “I locked the door.”

I nodded and angled my hips as I felt my climax approaching.

Again there was a knock.

Zan increased his pace with a growl. “Is this guy a fucking idiot? There’s a note on the door for hell’s sake.”

I felt my inner walls start to pulse. “Zan,” I moaned.

He reached down and rubbed my clit hard, pushing me over the edge. And with another deep stroke he groaned his own release, his hips jerking against me as his seed pumped into me. He stroked my hair. “Fuck baby that was hot!”

I leaned against him, my whole body satisfied and boneless. I nodded. “It was amazing,” I gasped. “But it is every time we’re together.”

Zan kissed me hard and then looked into my eyes, a cocky smile raising the corner of his mouth. “Every time, huh angel?”

I placed a kiss on his cheek. “Yes Zan.” I placed another kiss on his forehead. “You always make me come.” I placed a kiss on his lips and drew back enough to look into his eyes, brazenly holding his gaze even though I was blushing furiously. “You always fuck me so good.”

A smile lit his whole face. “Oh yeah baby,” he growled, stroking my clit as he held my eyes. “I always fuck you real good.”

I gasped as he stroked my clit again. He leaned in closer. “Let’s go home and I’ll fuck you fast and hard all afternoon.”

I nodded, unable to speak because I wanted him so much.

And Zan kept his word when we got home. We made love again and again only pausing long enough in between to allow Zan to recover. But even then we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, touching, tasting, caressing until Zan was ready again.

I took the opportunity between lovemaking sessions to touch and kiss as much of his beautiful body as possible. I sucked and bit his neck, trailing kisses across his shoulder and down his chiseled arm to his palm. I placed open-mouth kisses over his chest and stomach, grazing his skin with my teeth and licking his rigid nipples. Following the dark line of hair down his stomach I kissed his inner thighs, moving slowly closer to his soft cock. With my hands and mouth I kissed and caressed his velvety length until he started to grow.

Finally we took a nap. I don’t know how long we slept but when Zan woke me we made love again.

I lay back in Zan’s arms as our latest orgasm washed through us and placed a kiss on his chest. “Zan you’re insatiable today.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Well we have a lot of time to make up for. I’ve had to exercise a lot of self-control the last week to keep my hands off you and allow you any time to study. Knowing I couldn’t have you made me want you even more, and knowing you wanted me just as much nearly drove me insane. Besides,” he said with a smile, “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

I shook my head. “No complaints here.”

He glanced at the clock and groaned. “Do you remember what day this is?”

“Of course,” I said. “It’s your gallery opening. That’s why I was so surprised to see you at school. I thought you would want to be there to supervise.”

Zan smiled crookedly. “Now why would I want to be at some stuffy art gallery when I could be in bed with you?”

“But we’re going to your opening,” I asserted.

Zan shrugged and nodded. “It’s not like it’s the first one, but I would never hear the end of it from my agent if we didn’t. He’s sending a car for us in about an hour.”

I looked up into his eyes. “We’ll I’m glad we’re going. I love your work and I want to support you.”

Zan grinned again. “No one but you and me will ever see my best work,” he teased, referring to the sketchbook with the pictures of us. He rolled out of bed and placed another kiss on my head. “Rest for a few more minutes and I’ll grab a quick shower.”

I lay back against the pillows and watched with appreciation as Zan padded naked into the bathroom. He didn’t bother shutting the door and reached to turn on the water. With a grin and a wink he looked back over his shoulder at me knowing I was watching. “Like the view angel?”

I blushed and he stepped into the shower. I watched through the semi-transparent shower curtain as he quickly washed and I was surprised how turned on it made me seeing his hands on his body. It was so erotic, almost as if I was seeing him pleasure himself.

A moment later he stepped out dripping wet and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. If he knew I was still watching he didn’t show it, and with brisk strokes he toweled his body and hair dry. Every inch of him is toned and muscular from hours of lifting weights and I let my eyes roam over his magnificent body. His cock is impressive even soft and I admired the thick length of it nestled in his black hair, imagining the velvety texture. The dark ink of his tattoos made a startling contrast to the color of his skin, and it was as if he had gotten them specifically to highlight parts of his body. His scruffy beard outlined the strong, handsome lines of his face, the stud in his chin drawing my eyes to his full masculine lips.

He raked a hand through his hair, smoothing product into it and pulling it into his customary spikes. Then he turned and walked into the bedroom.

I rose up on my knees as he approached the bed and slid my hands across his nipples and down his washboard stomach, placing kisses on his chest. “Zan I love your body. You’re so strong and sculpted, like a work of art.”

He lifted my head and kissed me hard. “Mmmmm angel,” he purred, “I’m glad you like it because it’s going to be pressed against your beautiful body as often as I can manage it.”

I smiled and kissed him and Zan pulled me against him, pressing our naked skin together briefly before he lifted me out of bed and set me down. He kissed me again and pulled away with a growl. “And if you don’t go take your shower right now, we’re never going to make it out of here.”

With a laugh I escaped into the bathroom. My whole body was quivering with need, and even though I was looking forward to the gallery, I was now anticipating coming home.

I took a quick shower and washed my hair before emerging wrapped in a towel. I have never been to a gallery opening before and I wasn’t entirely sure what to wear. Zan was in the other room and I called out to him. “What do people wear to these things?”

Zan came back into the bedroom and my heart nearly stopped when I saw what he was wearing. He was dressed in a pair of black leather pants that molded to his muscular body. They weren’t tight but they definitely fitted in all the right places. He also wore a long-sleeved black silk shirt that he had left untucked, the top few buttons remaining undone exposing the column of his throat. And he was in the process of rolling up his sleeve, exposing the tattoo on his muscular forearm.

He looked dangerous and sexy as hell, and for a moment I seriously thought I might faint.

“Wear whatever you want angel,” he said taking me in his arms. “We’re not trying to impress anyone.” The corner of his mouth lifted in a crooked smile and he leaned in to kiss my neck, before whispering into my ear. “Of course if I had my way we’d just stay here and you’d be wearing nothing at all.”

He pushed my towel aside and squeezed my bare ass before releasing me, smiling at the shocked look on my face. Turning he crossed to the closet and briefly flicked through my clothes. “But if I were choosing…” he trailed off, pausing before finding the dress he was looking for. “I’d tell you to wear this,” he said, pulling out a red form-fitting dress with spaghetti straps that fell just below my knees. ”I love this dress,” he growled. “When you wear it practically all I can think about is taking you home and ripping it off.”

I felt myself blush but I smiled and reached for the dress. “Then I have to wear it.”

He started to hand it to me but suddenly frowned and pulled it away. “On second thought maybe I don’t want you wearing it, because every other guy in the place will be thinking the same thing.”

I laughed. “So what do you want me to wear? A potato sack?”

Zan pretended to think as he slowly closed the distance between us. “Hmmm, no that wouldn’t work either. Somehow you’d manage to make that sexy too.” He tossed the dress on the bed and took me in his arms. “So I guess you should wear the red dress, and it will drive every other man there crazy knowing they can’t have you because you’re mine.”

I lifted my lips to meet his and the kiss quickly got out of control as his hands started to wander. A moment later I was aware that my towel was gone and Zan was slowly walking me backward toward the bed. I broke the kiss and pressed a hand to his chest. “We’ll never get there if you don’t stop. Maybe you should wait in the other room while I get ready.”

With a growl he released me. “Okay, but I’m not leaving. I’ll just sit on the bed and watch.”

I gave him a look of disbelief, raising one eyebrow.

He sat down, holding his hands out in a gesture of innocence. “Honest, I’ll just sit right here. No touching.”

Naked, I crossed to the bureau aware that Zan’s eyes were on me the whole time. I opened the drawer and selected a pair of red lacey panties. Zan had given them to me saying how much he loved the color red against my skin. I glanced at him briefly as I put them on, knowing it would drive him wild all night because I was wearing his gift.

I sat down at my dressing table, reaching for my hairbrush and instantly Zan was there.

“Let me,” he rasped taking the brush from me. Zan loves to brush my hair and it has become a sort of nightly ritual. And using long strokes, he pulled the brush gently through my hair.

As he continued with my hair, I concentrated on my face, putting on moisturizer, a little mascara, eyeliner and tinted lip gloss. It only took me a few minutes and by that time Zan was finished brushing out my hair. I started to gather the shiny mass, intending to pull it up, but Zan’s hand on mine stopped me. I met his eyes in the mirror.

“Leave it down, baby,” he said. “Just for me.”

I nodded and let my hair slip through my fingers.

Zan smiled approvingly and leaned in to kiss my neck, only briefly brushing my naked breast with his hand.

The electric sensation caused by the unexpected contact made me jump, and I looked into the mirror only to see a cocky, satisfied grin on his face.

“Okay,” he growled. “I’ll only touch you a little.”

He pulled the chair around with me still in it. “I have to taste you angel,” he said, his mouth going directly to my breast. Drawing it into his hot mouth his tongue swirled around my nipple instantly causing it to harden. And when he brushed over my nub I arched into him. He laved it a few more times before moving on to the other breast. And as his mouth worshiped my left breast his hand caressed the other.

Just his simple touch on my breasts sent electric sensations through me. I was getting desperate to have him and I don’t know how much farther we would have gotten but suddenly the doorbell rang.

Zan growled his disappointment and buried his head between my breasts briefly before kissing each of my peaks again and rising. “That’s my agent. I’ll let him in while you finish getting dressed.”

But he couldn’t seem to take his eyes away and they roamed over my aroused breasts again before meeting my gaze. His amber eyes seemed to burn from within. “We will definitely finish this later angel.”



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