She watched as he pulled a drawing pad from beneath his bed.
“I draw at night when I can relax.”
He handed it to her.
“I can look?”
“I don’t have anything private. I’m a pretty open book.”
Biting her lip, she took a deep breath, and took a seat on the bed. The first picture was of Sean, drinking a beer. She recognized the picture instantly. There were some drawings of random people who she didn’t know, and as she began to look through them, she landed on one of her and Sean playing pool from over two weeks ago.
“You know I’m working with Danny?”
“He said. You’re getting the venue ready for me to showcase a selection of my work. He’s excited about it.”
“And you’re not.”
“I like being around people, but I’m not after all the attention.” He stopped her from turning the page. “Do you see how beautiful you are?”
“Brant?”
“I’m being serious.” He took the book from her, and placed it over on his dresser. Brant turned around, and he moved toward her, taking hold of her hands, and making her stand. “If you could see what I do, you’d know what I mean.” The light was on, and he tilted her head back so that she was looking up toward the light. “Your hair is so dark that it contrasts with your pale skin. Your blue eyes are so deep that they remind me of the ocean every time I stare at them. You’ve got a beauty that cannot be described by angles and symmetry. From the first moment I saw you, I couldn’t look away. I was entranced by you.”
“Brant? You’re saying romantic things.”
“So? Is that not allowed? I’m an artist, Elisha. I should be allowed some artistic license when it comes to you.” He spun her around, turning her to face the mirror. “I want you to look at yourself.” Brant pulled her hair back from her shoulder, and pressed a kiss against her pulse. “What I see is a passionate woman who is trapped within herself.”
“Brant?”
“Let me finish. I allowed you to stop me from fucking you, and now, I’m going to tell you exactly what I think about you.” He took hold of her hands, and placed then by her sides. “You’ve got nice, big, juicy tits that make me want to suck on them all day. I dream of these hanging over me while I drive up into your pussy.”
“Brant, please?”
“Not yet. I’m nowhere near done with you.” He slid his hands up to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples as he did so.
Her pussy grew slick at each one of his touches, and he drove her insane, making her want so much more, and yet still withholding it from her. She closed her legs, and Brant tutted, released her long enough to open her thighs.
“Do you need me, baby?”
“You know I need you.” She needed his expert touch to put out the fire that he’d created.
“Then let me show you exactly what I like about you.” He slid his hands down each of her sides and groaned as he did. “You’re curvy as hell, and that turns me on.”
“Being fat turns you on?”
He released a sigh. “You’re not fat. You’re curvy. Apart from that first night, I haven’t hurt you. You can take my cock and the pounding I like to give. You’ve got no idea what that does to me. You make me hard, and all I want to do is bend you over the nearest surface, and fuck you.” He bit her ear, sucking the flesh into his mouth and making her gasp. “I will compliment you, and you know what, you can compliment me. I’ve not got a problem.”
“How would you like me to compliment you?” she asked, loving the way he touched her, the way he talked to her. He was driving her crazy, yet she loved everything he did.
“You can tell me how handsome I am. How I’ve got the world’s biggest dick, and how I make you pant for more.”
“I’ve not seen all the dicks in the world to compare it to.” She couldn’t help but tease him.
“Right, I think you’ve had enough reprieve for one minute.” He turned her so that she was facing him, and slammed his lips down on hers. She melted against him, holding on tightly to him as he fucked her mouth with his tongue. There was never anything clean about Brant’s possession.
She didn’t once think about cleaning, or her schedule. The moment she was in his company, in his arms, this was all that mattered to her. He took her away her ability to be neurotic, and she loved the freedom it gave her to finally have some fun.
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Elisha drove him crazy, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Brant moved her back toward the bed and continued to kiss her, pressing her down on top of the covers. Finally, he pulled away and took a step back. “Get onto your knees.”