Ferris glanced at the lines of what would’ve been Mouse’s sleeping face had he finished and closed it. “Nothing.”
“Liar.” She reached for the book. “You always let me see.”
He clutched the spiral spine a little harder, unsure how she would feel about the other two drawings he’d created before falling asleep. “I might have to rethink that policy.”
“Oh?” Mouse’s brows rose playfully. “And why is that?”
“Subject matter may no longer be suitable for all ages.” He flashed a sheepish smile. “I might have drawn a couple things that, in retrospect, I should’ve asked permission for.”
“Well, now I’m twice as curious,” Mouse drawled. “Since I’m much older than you, it really shouldn’t be a problem.” She slowly pulled the sketchbook from his hand and he let her, giving silent permission. Flipping through to the end, she paused at the unfinished page. “What will this one be?”
“You,” he said.Fuck.He really should’ve asked her if she minded being the subject of sexually charged drawings before he did them. It wasn’t too late to burn the whole damn book… If she was uncomfortable, he would destroy the images and never do anything like it again. “You look peaceful when you sleep, so I was trying to capture that.”
She beamed, then turned the page. The smile faded. “Ferris…”
“I’m sorry.”
“What? No.” She looked up at him. “Don’t be sorry. It’s just … is that how you see me?”
Ferris glanced down at the image of Mouse. It was the view he’d had when she was pressed against the wall as he licked her to orgasm. Her arched back, peaked nipples, eyes hooded with pleasure. His cock stirred at the reminder of how sweet she’d tasted on his tongue. “I’m not the best artist in the world so I couldn’t capture your perfection. Do you not like it?”
“I just look so… I don’t know.” She let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “I’ve always been seen as quiet, reserved, which I can be, but you see more than that. You see all of me.”
“So, you don’t mind? That I drew you like this?” Ferris asked nervously. He really hoped not—he loved drawing her this way.
“No. As long as you don’t show anyone.”
He inched closer to her on the bed and used his index finger to tilt her chin up. “No one else will ever see that expression on your face. Not on paper and certainly not in real life.”
“Only ever you.” She gave him a small smile as she turned the page again to reveal a drawing of her on her knees, fingers wrapped around his pierced cock, mouth parted. She slammed the book shut and slid it back toward him, laughing. “That’s quite enough of that. Perhaps I’m not brave enough to see my face in such a sexy way. But do go on and continue drawing whatever you wish of me.”
Ferris chuckled and pulled her body flush with his, the warmth of her legs against his made him only want to feel more of her skin. In answer, she slid over his hip, giving him a definitive answer to his earlier wonderings. She didnothave anything else on under his T-shirt. Her slick heat brushed against his semi-hard cock. Instantly, there was no longer anythingsemiabout his hard-on.
“Would you like to fuel my imagination a little more?” Ferris asked, brushing his nose against hers, his hand trailing down to cup her arse.
“Hmm. I’m not sure,” she replied, teasing, and rolled her hips once. “Do I get to benefit fromyourimagination too?”
Ferris grinned. “Are you asking if I have a new bedroom trick to share with you?”
“I’m asking if you havemultipletricks.” She nipped gently at his bottom lip. “Though, if you don’t, I’m not opposed to helping you figure out some.”
“Oh, luv, I havemanythings I’d like to do with you, but not without talking them out first. And we’ll need to take a trip to the sex shop. For now, though—” He rolled her onto her back and knelt between her thighs. The motion made the shirt slide up around her waist, giving him a view of her, wet and eager. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. “For now,” he said again, his voice gruff. “This will have to do.”
“What will?”
Ferris reached behind him and grabbed one of the pillows. “Pick up your hips for me.” She bit her bottom lip and lifted them from the mattress. Sliding the pillow beneath her arse, he groaned at the sight of her slick folds. “Is that comfortable for you?”
Mouse relaxed into the pillow and nodded.
“Good.” Ferris skimmed his hands down the outside of her bare legs, across her knees, and back up her inner thighs to her wet center. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. In response, she dug her fingers into his hair. He took ownership of her mouth, his tongue stroking across hers, as Ferris found her clit with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles.
“Faster,” she breathed.
“So bossy,” he said with a smirk against her mouth. And he fucking loved it. Loved that she was comfortable enough with him to tell himexactlywhat she wanted. He would give her anything she asked for and more. While his thumb moved faster, Ferris’s middle finger slid inside, pumping. She squirmed beneath him, panting, and a pearl of cum beaded on the end of his cock.Fuck.He wanted to please her, bring her to oblivion numerous times, but he needed to feel her clench around him.
“Would you like to see the trick now?” he asked. “Or should I use my mouth again first?”
“The trick,” Mouse panted.