The Color of Sex (MF)
by Cooper McKenzie
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]
Gabi Smith agrees to paint the three phases of sex, but she is in trouble. While Frustration is her constant companion, she knows nothing of Arousal or Fulfillment and doesn’t know who to ask for help.
The first time Riley St. James saw Gabrielle Smith’s work ten years before, he fell in love. When her brother needed a guard to keep his sister safe while he was out of the country, Riley knew he was the only man for the job. When Gabi asks him to teach her about sex, Riley is certain he has died and gone to heaven.
Can he teach her about sex and love and the vast difference between the two? Will she be able to translate her lessons of sex into visual expressions? Or will their growing love get in the way of her work?
Her gaze dropped down his body, and she stopped breathing for several heartbeats as she took in the longest, thickest, most beautiful cock she’d ever seen. The naked male models she’d seen online and in magazines didn’t rival Riley’s beautiful shaft. Even with the icy shower, he remained erect though beginning to droop. He looked so delicious Gabi couldn’t help herself.
Without a thought to her actions, she bent at the waist and took the bulbous head of his cock into her mouth. She hummed her delight as his salty, masculine taste tantalized her tongue. Pulling back, she licked his slit then swirled the tip of her tongue around the head, testing the silky smoothness of the skin there.
The groan that sounded above her and the fingers stabbing through her hair to cradle her head assured her she was not hurting him. Opening her mouth, she took him deep, teasing and tasting his long, thick shaft.
Thinking about the scenes she’d read about, her hands began to soothe the skin of his hips and buttocks and thighs. One continued touching whatever she could reach while the other eased up the inside of his thighs to cup the sack between.
His fingers tightened around her skull as his hips began to thrust, fucking her mouth with his cock.
Before she could throw him over into orgasm, he pulled himself from her mouth and hand. The next moment she found herself lifted into the air by strong arms and then face to face with a man who looked like he wanted to eat her alive. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tight. She began to hunch against him, trying to rub her throbbing clit up and down the thickness of his shaft.
“You’re very good at that. Too good. Who taught you?” he asked as he fumbled to turn off the water then open the shower door.
“No one taught me. You’re my first. But I have read a lot of books.” She smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. “Those things are filled with all kinds of good ideas about sex.” Shifting her shoulders, she brushed her nipples against his fur-covered chest. She purred as the touch of his silky, wet hair sent ripples of sensation from tits to cunt then out to the rest of her body.
“You do it very well,” he commented as he carried her into the bedroom.
“But you didn’t come,” she pointed out.
“That’s because I want to feel that hot, wet pussy pulsing around me with your orgasm when I do,” he said, laying her in the center of the bed before lying down next to her.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She reached up and speared her fingers through his now wildly curling hair.
Pulling him down, she kissed him, recognizing this was the man she’d been looking for. This was the man she would spend the rest of her life with, if he would have her.
She froze as she realized he might not want her in his life on a permanent basis. Taking this job as her own personal watchdog then becoming her sex muse might just be filling some kink of his. Once Elliott returned, he very well could walk away without a backward glance.
Could she do this? Could she love him for the next two weeks and then let him walk away when his job was done? Could she spend the rest of her life not seeing him, not touching him, not loving him?
“Gabi? You okay?” He lifted his head and looked down at her with a concerned frown as one hand began to play with her nipple.
She nodded. “I’m fine,” she whispered, running a hand down his muscled back to pat his perfect ass before smoothing her way around his hip and across to take his cock into her hand.
Real question was, how could she not?
“Fuck me,” she begged as her hand traveled up and down his shaft. “Show me what fulfillment is all about.”