Page 14 of The Rake and the Muse
Needing a taste of her, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips, taking both of her fingers in his mouth to get what taste he could.
“You are better than the sweetest honey,” he said. “Now move your hips like you are fucking me and rub yourself against my cock.”
She scooted closer and rocked her hips against him. He let her set the pace and watched her in awe as her perfect, lush body moved against him. Unable to rest any longer, he clasped her bottom. He spread her cheeks and helped her to move.
“Theo,” she moaned when he brought her tight against his hard shaft.
With her cheeks spread, he slipped two fingers inside of her heat from behind so she fucked his fingers while she teased her pearl with his cock.
His shaft throbbed from the way she moved against him, and he couldn’t wait to watch her shatter on top of him.
With his fingers still inside of her and one hand helping to move her faster, her breath became wild and labored. Then her slick heat clenched around his fingers, and she undulated when she cried out, letting her head fall back.
Theo removed his fingers from inside her and fisted himself. He used her wetness from his fingers to increase the friction when he stroked himself, only needing a few more fast strokes before his cock erupted between them.
She lifted herself off him and shifted to sit beside him on the bed. He put his arm around her, and she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.
“This isn’t what I came here for,” he said. “But I have no complaints.”
She picked up her head and looked at him curiously. “Then why did you sneak into my room in the middle of the night?”
He cleared his throat. “I wanted to know if you would allow me to draw you.”
“Draw me?”
He climbed off the bed and went to the washbasin. He dampened a clean cloth and brought it back to the bed.
“Allow me to clean you first.” Although he quite liked seeing her waist coated in streaks of his seed.
She nodded, and he gently wiped between her legs and her stomach. He wiped himself clean and then set the rag on the table.
Theo picked up the leather satchel and opened it, retrieving pieces of parchment from inside. He handed them to her.
Juliet looked at the drawings. She held them closer to the candlelight so she could get a better look. He realized how nervous he was for her to see them. He had never shown anyone any of his drawings before, not even the subjects of the drawings.
“These are beautiful, Theo.”
He appreciated her words and was relieved that she didn’t laugh at him or pity his inferior skill.
“There is something off with them.”
She looked at them again and assessed each one. “I don’t think so at all,” she replied. “But would you allow me to paint this one?”
She held it up to him.
“If you wish.”
She smiled at him, and he was delighted at being the one who had made her do so. She climbed off the bed and tucked his drawing behind the painting of the woman with child, then turned back to face him. “So can I assume you wish to draw me naked?”
“Yes. I didn’t want to discuss such a notion with you where anyone might hear. And then, well, you know what happened.”
“Why me?” she asked.
“Because you are the most stunning, beautiful woman I have ever seen.” It wasn’t just for that reason he wished to draw her. There was something about her, some sort of connection that was different, and he desperately wanted to see how that translated to the page.
“Theo.” His name whispered on her full lips did nothing to dissuade him from the notion that she was indeed the most perfect woman who walked the earth. Aphrodite herself would be put to shame.
“I shall understand if you decline.” He hoped she wouldn’t. Now that he had seen her naked, it only made him want to draw her more.
