Page 20 of Artfully Wild
Her and I,I think.
Hand behind her back, she shifts again, a sly smile tugging at the edges of her lips. One that I’ve seen so many times throughout our childhood. One that tells me she’s up to something.
“We’re going to make an even bigger mess if you keep moving like that.” I grab her hips right before she tries to move them, because I know exactly what she was going to do as soon as those words left me. Because I know her.
And I’m still not sure where her mind is at with all of this.
“You mean, like this?” she asks with a playful gleam in her eyes and I am so transfixed by it, my hands loosen as her hips begin to move. As her center begins to move against me, she creates a sensation I have never felt before. Sure, I’ve had lightexperiences in the past, but nothing that feltthisgood. Nothing compared to her.
My hands are still motionless against her hips as she grinds against me and I feel like an idiot because it’s all I can do to just watch her, completely in awe.
She’s pretty on top of me and she deserves to know that. She deserves everything.
“You’re beautiful, Skylar.” She immediately blushes at my words, but she doesn’t shy away from them. Instead, she leans in, grabbing one of my hands, marking it with the blue paint on her palm.
“Do you want to touch me, Jacob?”
I answer with a nod, not sure I can trust myself enough to speak in anything other than moans and grunts.
“Do you want to touch me here?” She places my hand on her breast and everything in me stills.
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly as she presses my hand into her, cupping her breast firmly with our hands before she lets go, leaving me to explore on my own. I follow her lead and skim the hem of her pants with my free hand while the other gently teases her breasts, my thumb slowly grazing across her nipple. Even covered by two layers of fabric, I’m rewarded with a soft moan from her as she closes her eyes like she did moments before with my hand on her cheek and I wonder if she’s ever been touched like this before. Has anyone coaxed sounds like this from her? Made her laughter echo throughout an empty room?
I don’t like that thought. I don’t like the idea of anyone else touching her. I sit up quickly, startling her, and her eyes fly open and lock onto mine. Nose to nose, I can see the lighter flecks of brown scattered in her eyes and the small grouping of freckles that rest right above her cheek bones. Before I lose my nerve, I slip my hands under her shirt, feeling her smooth skin against my fingers. She inhales sharply at my light touch and I smile,knowing it’s me affecting her like this. Me…Jacob. Her best friend—and virgin—making her feel good enough to moan and grind against me.
“Your hands are so much softer than I imagined,” she says through heavy breaths, her hips starting their rhythm again, this time making me breathe harder.
“Been dreaming about my hands on you?”
“Yes.” She presses down harder with the word and I am taken aback by her sudden movement and by her admission. I was ready for her to deny it. To turn away shyly, but she doesn’t. Her eyes find mine again as she reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, discarding it to the side, uncaring that it landed on top of a freshly spilled puddle of paint.
Another shirt ruined that neither of us care about. I copy her motions and throw my shirt next to hers. Hesitantly, she places her hands on my bare chest and lets herself explore up to my shoulders, down my biceps and back over my peaked nipples. I mirror her hands, exploring on my own. With her facial expressions and my own wide eyes, I know neither of us can believe what is happening.
Her fingers thread through my hair as she guides both of my hands back to her breasts, the thin fabric of the bralette covering them. Pushing it aside to feel her skin, I let her move my hands, showing me what she likes. She moves in slow circles, gently kneading and teasing. Her head falls back and she exposes her neck to me. I put my mouth on her and as soon as I do, her hips grind faster against me as she seeks release. I take one nipple between my thumb and finger, lightly pinching and pulling before I let go. She releases a gasp and tugs on my hair harder.
My moans mix with hers as we grind into each other and my chest and body ache with need for her, and I don’t think it will ever be sated. We have started something—the line we have been dancing around for years has been crossed and we’re bothfinally playing the game—and it’s gloriously dangerous. Now that I know what it’s like to touch her, to feel her against me, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop.
It doesn’t take long before I am panting her name, fully straining against my jeans. Her moans become louder and that’s all it takes for my best friend and I to chase a release together for the first time. Because there will be more times.
A little while later, we lay on the floor, our half naked bodies wrapped up in each other. “That…”
“Happened,” she finishes.
“It did.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Never,” I answer as fast as humanly possible. “If one thing in this world is true, it’s that I’ll never regret anything with you ever.”
Goosebumps prickle her skin and I start to get up to grab our shirts to cover her before remembering they are completely covered in paint. Where before I may not have seen the different shades, on her skin I can see them clearly. Just below her jaw is a slightly lighter blue than the paint my hands spread on her ribs. And the paint on her neck is darker than the paint speckled on her arm. Looking over to where I discarded my jacket earlier, I see the flower I planned to give to Sky before we started working. Shuffling us over a few feet, I reach for it and hand it out to her.
“I meant to give you this before…well, before this happened.”
“And what’s this one mean?” she asks, taking it from me, her fingers brushing against mine.
“It’s a lupine. They’re for imagination. Thought it might help your creative side.”
“Oh, we definitely got creative,” she jokes. It’s then I finally look down at myself and then at her.
