Page 14 of Infinite as They Come
“Yeah?” I chuckled. “I stare at you all the time.”
“I know. And I still get shy when you do it. You’re the only person who makes me feel that way. You’re the only person who gives me butterflies.”
A smile tugged at my lips before I could even stop it from forming. Holly said a lot of things to me that replayed in my head over and over, and that was definitely going right to the top of the list.
It was hardnotto stare at her. Hard not to focus on her every second of every day. She was where my eyes went no matter how many other people were in the room. She was what I looked at when I first woke up in the morning. She was all I wanted to look at forever.
Arm paused midair, my eyes raised to meet hers, watching as she sent me the sweetest little smile. For a long moment, we stayed like that, our eyes glued to each other. She shifted a little, drawing her leg up just an inch or two, letting the sheet hit the bed, and she didn’t stop to grab it. That was when I saw it: that little slit, all bare and smooth and the prettiest shade of brown. She really was too perfect. My head tilted, staring at her like I was seeing her for the first time.
“Aren’t you supposed to be painting?” she asked, voice that tiny bit teasing.
My eyes moved up to hers, taking in her pink cheeks. “Just got a little distracted.”
“By what?” she asked, fingers tightening against the pillow.
“You. You’re beautiful all over. It’s real hard to not look at you.”
“Sawyer,” she whined, burying her face in the pillow again.
I forced myself to get back to work, starting with the outline of her round hips that flowed down to her thighs and then her legs. Her face came next, so I cleaned my brush as I tried to make that perfect shade of brown for her eyes. Transparent Earth Red mixed with some Burnt Umber. I had the combination down to a science.
Carefully, I made her eyes: big and brown and deep and warm and rich, those fucking Bambi eyes I wanted to spend every day looking into. Then her lashes, all dark and long, before I cleaned my brush and made her lips.Her face was easy enough to paint. I had painted it a thousand times by now, and I could see it in my head so crisp and clear. I didn’t need a reference. I had memorized every inch of her—but I sure as hell liked looking at her, so I let my eyes linger on her face for a few minutes.
Then it was time to work on the rest of her. Her slender neck, her round tits and her nipples I was still aching to lick and suck, her thighs. Then back to that spot. That spot that had my cock straining against my jeans. My eyes locked on to her there, not quite able to pull away. She was wet, all that bronzed skin glistening under the cheap lights of the motel. Christ, how was she wet already?
“You stopped painting again,” she said.
“I gotta look at you, right? How else can I paint if I don’t look at you?”
“That sounds like an excuse…”
She was right. Tilting my head, I couldn’t help but let my eyes stay zeroed in on her pussy. So soft. So smooth. So pretty. If I licked my lips, it was like I could taste her, and nothing and no one was sweeter than her. She lifted her leg just a tiny bit higher. Just barely, but it was enough to give me an even better view, and God, she was glistening, that delicate skin shining right there in front of me like fucking glitter.
I was gone after that. The canvas pad hit the table and I didn’t even know what happened to the brush, because a second later, my lips were on hers.
“Sawyer!” she squealed. “What happened to painting me?”
“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” I said, kissing at her neck. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re so wet. Why are you so fucking worked up, huh? What’s got you this wet, princess?”
She chewed at her bottom lip. “I… I just love watching you paint. The way you look at me. It’s all intense and strong and focused and—”
There was no way I could keep my mouth off of her after that. I got her on her back, hooking my hands under her legs and pushing them back so I could look at her up close.
“I need it, baby, I need it,” I said, voice muffled as I pressed kisses all over her pussy. “Let me fucking have it. You gonna let me have it?”
Whining, Holly tangled her fingers in my hair, giving my locks a tug thathad me groaning. “Yes,” she said. “Sawyer, please.”
My lips found her clit, my hands tight on the smooth underside of her thighs as I sucked at her. Tongue out, I licked a stripe from her entrance all the way to her clit, grunting as that pretty taste hit me. I was literally aching behind my jeans, my need for her growing by the second, but all I could do was focus on her. On her clit. On how good she tasted. On all those little whines she kept letting out. “Taste so fucking good,” I muttered against her. “How do you taste so good, Holly? Huh?”
Her answer was a whine. Sharp and pretty, the sound going right to my cock. I let go of Holly just so I could undo my belt and unzip my jeans, shoving one hand down them, all desperate and hungry for her as I grabbed my cock. I hissed as I made contact, feeling myself throb in my hand as I pumped myself up and down slowly.
“Look at what you’re doing to me, baby,” I said. “Fucking aching for you.”
Her eyes were half lidded, teeth biting into her bottom lip. So damn pretty. My lips were back on her clit, sucking and sucking, letting every last one of her whines spur me on. I didn’t stop until she was shaking for me. Until she was coming undone right there on my tongue, my name falling from her lips over and over. Nothing sounded better than that. Nothing.
I pressed a kiss to her swollen clit and felt her shudder underneath me, my hands resting on her ankles. They moved up fast, past her knees, to her smooth thighs, up to her hips. God, I needed to feel all of her, all the time.
Kneeling on the bed, I kept my gaze locked to her. Her eyes were all hazy and barely opened, lashes dark against her skin as she gave me the slowest of blinks. There was a sweet little smile on her face, all slow and lazy.
