Read Online Your Desire by Francis Drake, Dee S. Knight - Free Book Online

work was but one example of what he called “edgy and different.” All of his painting was like sex conveyed to canvas.
    Now, arching his back and stretching his arms over his head, he looked tired but elated. He helped Noelani untie Fauve, then walked away to care for his brushes. The women stretched and smiled at her as they passed. Proclaiming hunger, they dashed first to the bathroom then the kitchen where she heard them puttering. Kailen seemed uninterested in the fact that two gorgeous, naked women paraded around his home.
    Or that she was there. He still hadn’t spoken, or even looked her way. Mentally shrugging, she decided to give him a few more minutes before admitting that her presence meant nothing to him.
    She took that time to study his work. In the reality of the afternoon light, the women had looked blatantly sexual. In the shading Kailen added, they were softened. The painting was brought to life by the boldness of his strokes and the sharp colors of the tent, the pillows, the greens and blues of the peacock feather,while the women themselves seemed mere impressions, like a dream. Their presence in the work was in no doubt, nor was what they were doing, but the overall effect was the height of sensuality, not sexuality. The work could almost hang in someone’s living room, it seemed so refined. Unless one studied it. Then only a boudoir would suit.
    Her nipples beaded and her heart rate increased standing in the brightness of the studio. In a different environment, the piece would be an even more powerful aphrodisiac.
    “What do you think?” Kailen had arrived behind her without her being aware.
    “It’s utterly fantastic. Carnal, yet somehow civilized. Civilized, yet decadent. Repeating the pattern of the triangle—the smallest stable figure in nature—and using stroke and color to emphasize the act instead of the people. The smaller figure dominating the larger… It’s wonderful on so many levels.”
    “Yeah, but does it make you hot?” She could hear the grin in his voice.
    She turned to face him. “If only you knew.”
    He leaned down to kiss her. “I want to find out, right now.”
    It was the strangest feeling, being held against his erection, knowing the rough texture of his hand on her breasts and the silky smoothness of his tongue in her mouth, while hearing the voices of his models wander around the kitchen and living room.
    Dropping his head, he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it through her tee shirt and bra. She arched her back, giving him more.
    He straightened, lifting her into his arms, then strode to a door in the partition and pushed it open with his foot. Setting her on the bed, he said, “Get comfortable. I’ll be right back.”
    Derica had pulled her tee shirt off before he left the room. She heard Fauve’s and Noelani’s feeble protests when Kailen told them to leave, but it didn’t take long before the front door closed and there was silence.
    Barefoot, he came back with the stealthy grace of a cat stalking prey. His shirt was gone and his jeans undone when he entered the room. Derica lay naked, propped against the pillows. He stared for only a moment before pushing jeans and briefs to the floor and stepping out of them.
    This was what she’d waited for all week. His look, his touch. Open-mouthed kisses that sent her flying, and finally his cock, buried deeply in her. The tension in her belly already gripped her. She couldn’t wait, wouldn’t wait. No foreplay necessary.
    She held out her arms.
    Starting at the foot of the bed, he crawled toward the head, kissing her ankles, knees, and thighs on his way. When he pushed her legs apart to find her clit and suck it into his mouth, she whimpered.
    He looked up and must have sensed her need because he sat on his knees and opened the drawer to the night table. Sheathing himself in the condom took mere seconds, and before she could beg, he had slipped inside and initiated her journey to a shattering climax.