Cooper McKenzie The Color of Sex (pdf)

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he d been asleep. Instead of the one easel, she now had three set up.
One held the finished painting Anticipation while the third held the
blank canvas that would eventually be the work entitled Fulfillment.
The three easels were angled around her stool and the small table,
holding her paints like a three-way mirror in a boutique. Gabi sat on
her stool, looking from one canvas to the next to the next then back to
the first, as if comparing them even though only one was finished.
You can come in, Riley, she said, her voice sounding faraway
and distracted.
How did you know? he asked as he stepped into the studio.
The air changes. It s like your energy is reaching out to me,
electrifying the room, she answered without looking in his direction.
Riley noted that she d changed clothes and now wore a black,
oversized tank top with armholes that opened halfway to her waist.
His cock surged to attention as he moved to stand behind Gabi.
Something about her pulled at him so strongly he could not be in
the same room as she was without wanting to touch her, and more.
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Though her mind was currently caught up in color and shape and
pattern, all he wanted to do was carry her back to his bedroom and
pick up where they d left off earlier.
I woke up, and you were gone. Again, he said as he slid his
hands under her arms and through the armholes of her shirt.
Uh huh, Gabi replied in that same faraway tone.
Riley cupped her breasts, gently squeezing the soft, silky mounds.
He smiled when her breathing hitched.
Why didn t you wake me up? he asked as he began tracing slow
circles around her breasts using just the tips of two fingers.
You were asleep, she responded.
Her voice sounded less distant and more aroused as he moved to
focus his attention on her nipples. He circled around and around,
listening with pleasure as her breath caught time and again.
Why aren t you painting? he whispered before kissing the skin
where neck met shoulder.
I thought I had the vision locked in my brain, but now I m
having trouble seeing it again.
When he lifted his hands from her skin, her back arched as if
trying to maintain the contact. Her head fell back against him with a
sigh.
Please, she whispered as her hands came up to hold his wrists,
trying to guide them back to her nipples.
No, he responded, his hands moving down so her breasts rested
in the V between his thumb and forefinger.
She made a small sound he could tell was a whining protest, but
he held firm where he was.
What do you want? she asked, still trying to reposition his
hands on her body.
Promise me you will never again leave our bed without waking
me up, he demanded, shifting his hands up to take her erect nipples
and pinch them.
Her hands fell away as he began to roll the nubbins back and forth
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with a firm grip. She arched her back as a long, low moan escaped.
The moan turned into a cry of denial when his fingers stopped moving
and just held her.
Promise me, he whispered in a low growl.
She grabbed his hands again and tried to move him, but he held
himself steady, fighting his own need to give her pleasure as well as
her need to feel it. Then his fingers tightened, pinching just enough to
make her squirm in response.
Please, she begged as her hips shifted on the stool.
Promise me, or I ll let go and never touch you again.
He released her nipples and lifted his hands from her chest.
I promise. I promise I ll wake you up from now on, she cried.
Good girl, he said, brushing a kiss over her hair as his palms
went back to caressing the peaked tips of her breasts. Now close
your eyes and see.
As soon as his skin touched her again, she relaxed, resting against
him with a contented sigh. Mmm, so good.
He focused on her nipples for a few more minutes until he could
smell her arousal and she was squirming on the stool. Pulling one
hand from a breast and shirt, he brushed it down the center of her
chest to the hem of her shirt.
Spread your legs, he ordered, his voice dropping even deeper.
But you will not come. Do you understand? We re going to get you
back to the vision of Arousal.
* * * *
Gabi spread her legs so wide that she felt a slight pull where they
joined her body. She gasped when a hot, hard finger touched the top
of her slit then slowly slid down, parting her folds as he went.
She moaned the loss when his other hand left her as well. Play
with the girls, baby. Show me how they like being touched.
Gabi lifted her hands and did as he told her. She began to pant as
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her fingers plucked at her nipples. Fiery electricity raced from
fingertips to clit. She convulsed when Riley slid his finger into her
cunt and just held it there. Arching her hips, she attempted to fuck
herself on the single digit, trying to amp up the current enough to find
the release.
Can you see it, baby? Riley s dark voice drew her back just
enough that she could focus on the vision.
Umm, yes, there it is, she moaned. No, don t leave me like
this, she cried out when Riley pulled his finger from her.
Shh, baby. Open your eyes, pick up your brushes, and go to
work. Riley placed his hands on her shoulders to hold her so she
wouldn t fall off the stool as he stepped back.
You ve got to be kidding. Go to work now? With a screech she
swiveled on the stool to face him.
He took a step back, then another and another while staring at her.
Beautiful, he murmured with a sexy grin.
She dropped her own gaze, and her frown faded when she saw
that his cock was pressing hard on the front of his jeans. So he wasn t
as unaffected as he d like her to believe.
Yes, I expect you to work now. Now, while you re about as
aroused as you can be. I ll go fix us something to eat and be back in
an hour. With that he turned and walked out of the room.
Gabi closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing deeply.
Otherwise she would chase him down the hall and either strangle him
or rip their clothes off and ride him until neither of them could move.
But that wouldn t get the painting finished.
Thankfully, once she finished Arousal, she could move on to the
next, where the goal would be the orgasm.
With a muttered curse of frustration, she turned to the table
holding her paints and brushes. How many different layers of color
did she dare add in the next hour?
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Chapter 9
As the sun went down that evening, Gabi added one more narrow
slash of cerulean blue to the lower left corner. Done, she declared
as she took several steps back to inspect the final results. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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