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This feels like a dream. A man this gorgeous, ticking all my fantasy boxes is down between my legs. I can barely think straight. Above me, white lights gleam and a few stray petals continue to drift down around me. Each petal that kisses my skin sends tingles through my entire body while Asher’s mouth maps out a path up the inside of my thigh. Every soft press of lips is followed by the graze of his beard, making it impossible for me to focus on just one sensation. His hands caress upwards, settling into the crook of my thighs and squeezing gently.
My heart pounds loudly in my ears. All thought escapes me; there’s only sensation. My clothes are too rough and constricting against my skin, sweat clings to my back and my glasses fog up so quickly that I can’t see. I discard them quickly, just as Asher eases the fabric of my panties aside and presses his tongue to my pussy.
My glasses clatter against the floor, I slam my hands down onto the wood, and my back bows as pleasure courses through my body. I can’t hold in my moan; it crawls out of my throat with my next breath and my world spins. Asher doesn’t pause his attention. His mouth presses firmly against my pussy and the rough press of his beard against my most sensitive area is more erotic than I ever could have imagined. The heat and firmness of his tongue as it sweeps through my core drives me higher and higher with each stroke. His lips kiss over my clit, guiding his tongue in circles and wiggles. Each touch sends spikes of pleasure through my core and I clench down on nothing. Heat flares just below my navel, trickling down to where my clit meets his tongue. I’m panting, torn between wanting away from his touch and leaning into it. It’s a strange, restless sensation that cries out for more and less at the same time.
He holds me in place, both hands curling around my thighs and the restriction drives my ecstasy higher. Then, Asher moans. A deep sound that vibrates against my core, and I lose complete control. My orgasm takes over and hits me with the force of a truck, sending tremors and tingles through my entire body. I can’t contain my moans. They fall from my lips like prayers as Asher holds me closer and teases me through every ripple of my orgasm. Only when I start to whimper does he finally pull back and press a damp kiss to the inside of my thigh.
“Holy…shit,” I gasp, desperate for air. My back sinks back down to the floor, and my limbs twitch with each aftershock.
“That was amazing.” Asher smirks. I glance down, looking him in the eye, and a compliment warms my tongue. Before I can speak though, there’s a sharp knocking on the door and we both bolt into action.
Asher dives for his clothes, redressing with impressive speed while I pull myself up onto unsteady legs and readjust my underwear.
“Just a second!” Asher calls but the door opens and we both stand like deer caught in headlights.
It’s not until a few days later when I’m busy processing pictures from my older camera in the college dark room, that I realize I never got Asher’s number. We barely escaped the studio in one piece—and while the staff couldn’t prove we’d been up to anything shady, there were enough disapproving looks and scoffs that I’d hurried out of there and been too scared to look back.
It was amazing, though. Never in my life had someone been so eager to dive between my legs, and never had a tongue brought me so much pleasure. I hadn’t needed to say a word. No guiding Asher to the spots I liked best or asking him to speed up or slow down. Somehow, he just knew exactly what to do. That’s why I prefer real men.
Not boys that can’t even find a clit in a textbook.
Sighing, I tap at the back of one picture and watch the ripples move through the liquid. A lot of people prefer instant pictures these days, but I cling to a few vintage cameras. There’s something extra beautiful about boudoir pictures being developed this way, and Tina is coming out great. As I gently extract one photo and hang it above me to dry, it hits me that all the pictures I took with Asher are on his camera.
Would he keep them? Would he even remember me? Or does he go around getting into the pants of every woman he comes across? I didn’t get that impression, but I like the idea of him returning to those pictures and remembering me. I hang up the next couple of pictures, contemplating how to get his number in the least creepy way. Technically, the studio would have his number as part of his onboarding process, but I can’t think of a way to get it that doesn’t scream crazed stalker.
“Damn it,” I murmur to myself as his sexy wink replays over in my mind. Somehow, he left me incredibly satisfied and yet so insanely hungry for more. It’s a strange sensation that battles in my mind as I hang the remaining pictures. If only I could get Finn or Caspian to look at me the way he did. Life would be fucking fantastic. Hanging complete, I set the timer and step out of the room. Going from dark red to the bright light of the hallway is always jarring, as is the sudden change from silent to noisy. Several people hurry down the corridor and outside, cheers rise up from some social event happening out in the courtyard. I take out my phone and check the time, calculating where Ana and Meghan might be. Until someone says my name and a familiar, tantalizing scent of citrus fills my nose.
“Emma?”
“Asher?” My head snaps up and indeed, Asher stands before me with a red folder tucked against his chest, held in place by one arm. It’s impossible to keep a smile from blooming across my face. “Oh my God, I didn’t know you went here!”
“Yup,” Asher smiles warmly, stepping close. “Trust me, I’m just as surprised to see you although it’s definitely not unpleasant.”
All thoughts of Ana and Meghan flee my mind. “This is kind of amazing. I was kicking myself for not getting your number.”
“That makes two of us.” Asher’s smile is so warm that I’m completely at ease.
“What is it you’re studying?” I ask, eyeing the folder in his arms.
“Studying?” Asher lowers the folder and my heart sinks as the gleam of a lanyard comes into view. “I don’t study here. I teach.”
9
CASPIAN
Rain hammers down against the windows, creating running shadows all across the studio floor. Classical music weaves through the air, mingling with the soft hum of the air conditioner, which works overtime to keep the room at the optimum temperature. Despite the rain, heat clings to everything, teasing just how hot summer is going to be.
I prefer it this way, though. The heat keeps the paint at just the right temperature, on the cusp of soft so that it melts perfectly when it hits my chest. The chill of the paint upon my skin is a welcome refuge from the warmth as the colors drip together, running over my body like the rainbow colors scattering from the edge of a prism.
My jeans are completely ruined but other than a brief thought about where to replace them, I don’t dwell on it. My focus is on the canvas before me as my body paints a picture that’s a secret even to me. Painting with my body is a calming, sensual activity and peace follows the waves of relaxation that pulse through me. Moving to the music, I press my paint-covered arms, chest, and abdomen against the canvas, flowing back and forth to the music. When I next open my eyes, movement to my left catches my eye and my heart leaps.
Emma.
That absolute stunner of a woman has been on my mind ever since she was here last week. Her bright, wide smile haunts my dreams, to the point that I was beginning to wonder if she was just a visit from Muse and I was being taunted by beauty. Beauty I craved so much that the only peace I’ve found is inside my canvas, using my body as the brush.
She stands just inside the door with a red streak in her hair today. Her crimson tank top clings to her curves like it worships her and my throat runs dry. I’m jealous. Jealous of the fabric that gets to caress her body, cling to her warmth, and soak up every note of laughter and music from her full lips.
Sweeping my arm across the top of my canvas, streaks of red, pink, and blue stain the fabric and I sigh, satisfied, then step away toward the bottles of paint all lined up in a neat row on my trolley. With a press of one button, the music pauses and I bring my attention to Emma, who smiles this sweet, small smile the moment our eyes meet.
