Page 55 of Auction Time
When her breathing calmed, she reached her hand up and smoothed her delicate fingers up the side of my face.
“That was a good lesson,” she breathed.
“It’s not over yet.”
“Oh, good.”
* * *
The mingle of the moonlight and the soft amber lights of the room cast a sexy glow over her naked form.
“Cole, I feel exposed, and a little ridiculous,” Vanessa complained.
“You don’t look ridiculous, baby.” I smirked and gave her a wicked chuckle when she pouted. “Keep your face still, goddess.”
The little minx stuck her tongue out at me, and even that looked gorgeous.
“I’m serious. I’ll paint you with wings on your nose,” I teased, and she laughed.
“That would be so mean. And that would definitely look ridiculous.”
“Exactly. So, keep still.” I was just finishing the brush strokes on her breasts.
I was painting her. Doing a live painting. I’d never done that before and felt like a whole other experience. More adventurous.
The idea came to me an hour ago as I’d watched her come undone in my arms again in the bed. I’d watched her give herself to me, and the fascination took me.
I always travelled with a mini paint set. Something that I could use if I needed to destress. I got them after this one crazy time when I was younger. My team had just lost a game, and it pissed me off because there was a penalty that shouldn’t have been given. I ended painting the whole of my hotel room with dark creatures. In the end it looked like a scene from a Tim Burton film. Something likeA Night Before Christmas. But darker. Scary.
Of course, since no one knew I painted, I’d lied and said it was a fan who did it.
To prevent any more crazy incidents like that from happening, I got a travel set that was packed separate from my football kit. Sometimes I didn’t paint. In fact, it was more often than not that I didn’t paint because I’d most likely be out partying after a game or during the break between games.
The only thing that was missing from my kit was a good-sized canvas. This was the one time I would have needed it. I would have preferred to do an oil painting like the others I’d done of her, but my acrylics and sketch pad would have to do.
I’d made it work because she was a sight not to be missed. Vanessa could complain all she wanted sitting there, beautiful. It was, however, the perfect picture, and I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.
I had her sitting on the sofa by the long French window that gave us a great view of the city.
The silky sheet was draped over her legs, but instead of hiding the good parts, the sheet did a great job of showing them off. That mass of velvet hair hung in loose graceful waves past her left shoulder. That was how it looked dried after our shower together. Her bare skin free of makeup had that pure angelic appearance women of old times had enhanced by the afterglow of wild sex.
Wild sex with me.
We were the angel and the devil, and like the devil I was, I wanted to capture the way the angel looked after I’d tainted her. It was something I couldn’t quite describe. Beautiful wasn’t enough of a word to use.
It just seemed lacking.
She remained still for the next ten minutes as I finished up. It wasn’t done yet. I had to add in more definition to the angles of her face and her breasts, just making sure she looked exactly as she did in real life.
“Break time,” I told her, lifting my head.
“Can I see it?” she bubbled.
“Come here.”
She smiled and pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts and made her way over.
I loved the surprise and awe on her face when she saw it.
