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him . “ Ain’t nothing special about me Johnny Blue,” I murmured, mostly to m y self.
    I panicked when he left the easel and came toward the bed with that serious look and giant penis . I didn’t know where to put my eyes . Meeting his gaze seemed the most dangerous, and below his face was equally as dangerous and anywhere else looked like I was bothered . Conversation was the only thing I could think of . “Am I posing wrong? Probably not even posing really . ”
    He sat on the bed next to me . “Look at me,” he whispered.
    My pulse roared in my ears as I obeyed . No doubt he read the fear in my eyes so entirely, but I couldn’t help it, his closeness incapacitated my thought to speech pr o cesses . I swallowed as he reached and slid his finger from my temple to chin . Then he leaned slowly toward me.
    All I saw were those perfect full lips coming for me . I waited for what I’d ima g ined since first I’d laid eyes on him. His lips softly touched mine, almost in a searching, sensing, kind of way. A whimper caught in my throat as my own lips softened for him. “How can you not know this?” he asked, just next to my lips.
    His hot breath brought on that swooning sensation. “Know what?” I barely whimpered.
    He placed his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me back onto the bed . But he didn’t follow, he just stared at me with that intense look, the brooding face of a troubled soul . I wasn’t sure what to do, what he wanted or needed, as a man, an artist, whatever, I just wanted to give it, that’s all I knew . I let my hands lay loose, next to me, telling him I was ready, for whatever he wanted.
    I watched him fix his serious gaze on my covered breasts . My eyes lowered to his hand as it reached for the sheet . He carefully slid it down, like he were un veiling som e thing sacred . I looked at his face when he exposed one of my breasts, resisting the urge to hide it, terrified of what he’d think . The agony I found in his face only worried me . I knew the rapid rise and fall of my chest told on me, but there was no hiding it .
    His erection seemed to get… more erect, and a shudder passed through me.
    “You’re so beautiful.” He reached with his index finger and slid it softly around my hardened nipple , but not touching it .
    I gave a desperate moan. What was he doing?  Why?  I only kind of wanted to know as my lids became weighted with that lava in my veins. The intense throbbing b e tween my legs was unbearable. I really wanted to touch him back but didn’t have a clue what was right in that moment .
    He slid the sheet lower, until it rested on the curve of my hip. I slowly relaxed, laying fully on my back, arching just a little , presenting him my breasts . Th ey were his and I wanted him to take them .
    His eyes devoured my gift, his lips parting with heavy breathing . I was encou r aged . By that and the size of his erection . He slowly backed off the bed, standing next to it, his gaze finally making it back to mine . I didn’t hide what I felt . What I wanted so desperately . His head shook slowly . “Don’t—move.”
    He hurried off and returned with his easel, and brushes . He looked at me with that desperate, almost panicked look, as though worried the rare butterfly might fly off . How could I?  The man had me so bound with invisible strings of desire, there was no thought of flying anywhere but into his arms .   
    I’d only ever been touched by my ex-husband and that was ten years ago . H e ’d never made me feel like this, even when he was being halfway nice. How hard it was to stay still with this fire blooming in me . “Johnny,” I whispered, or begged, or croaked, maybe all three.
    “Wait Jewel,” he begged me back, nearly just as desperate . “Five minutes, I promise.”
    Five minutes?  And then what? I swallowed, closing my eyes in agony and lic k ing my lips . I appeased my longing with watching him . He stood so that I could see him entirely . My eyes were