Page 35 of Sapphire

She’s speechless, but those sapphire eyes track every movement of mine.

I slip my jeans down and they hit the floor with a thud.

Then Zoe gasps as she realizes I’ve gone commando and she gets an eye full of my dick for the first time. It’s the natural reaction. He’s enjoying her attention and is thickening as each moment ticks by. When I look up after kicking my jeans to the side, her face is bright red, and yet she can’t seem to keep her eyes off my dick.

“Now it’s your turn,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her.

She’s frozen.

I take a couple of steps toward her, our eyes locked on each other, her chest rises and falls quickly as the adrenaline has kicked in. My hands reach out to the belt of her robe.

“You can tell me to stop,” I tell her as I play with the knot, but she doesn’t answer.

My fingers untie the robe, and the silky material falls open in front of me. I audibly take in a breath as I see the first glimpse of her creamy breasts. My hands move to her shoulders, and I slip the gown over them. It flutters to the floor. I’m in so much trouble.Do not touch, Mateo, no matter how much you want to.My eyes look over her body, following the dips and curves of her. Fuck, she’s beautiful, her breasts perfect little globes with dusty pink nipples standing to attention. My eyes trail further down over her flat stomach to what lies between her legs. She is completely bare. My fists tighten beside me, willing my hands to not reach out and touch her because if I do, I’m going to flip her over the studio couch and fuck her.

I want to fuck her so badly.

My dick aches at the thought of it.

When my eyes look into hers, I see the same lustful thoughts directed back at me. She can’t look at me like that. Like she wants me as much as I want her. I’ve never cheated on Tomas. No one has tested us like she is in this moment. Tomas and I have shared women before, but as our relationship grew and became stronger, we gave up the sex parties and became happy fucking each other.

Until her.

If Tomas could see her now, I know the control he is restraining when around her would crumble as easily as mine has. I notice the way his eyes track her when she walks into the room. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is.

“Where do you want me?” Zoe asks breathlessly.

Fuck, where do I want her?

I want her spread open on this couch. I want my tongue lapping at her pussy. I want Tomas’s dick shoved down her throat as I listen to her choking on it.

“I … I …” I’m speechless. Words escape me in this moment. “I want you on the couch.”

Zoe nods and turns on her heel showing me her perfect peach of an ass. She sits on the edge of the couch, and those blue eyes look up at me, waiting, wanting.

I walk toward her, and she visibly swallows, her chest rapidly moving the closer I get to her. My hands land on her shoulders and I feel it, the zap, the zing of electricity between us and I know she feels it as well as she lets out a little gasp. I press her shoulders back so she is lying down, her head resting on the cushion. It would take nothing for me to jump on top of her and plow into her and, fuck, do I want to. But I am here to paint her.

“Move to your side for me.”

I watch as she moves.

The room is filled with suffocating sexual tension.

“Now can you move this hand?” I say, tapping her right hand. “And place it under your head as if you are lazing there.” She follows my command. “Now bend this leg out,” I ask, grabbing her right leg and bending it. “Now, keep this one straight.” Which she does following my instructions. I take a deep breath because I’m not sure if she’s going to be on board with what I am about to ask. “I want your left hand to fall naturally between your legs.”

Those blue eyes widen at my request, but she doesn’t move.

I move away, giving her room to feel comfortable. I pull my chair up to where my canvas is and pick up my bit of charcoal. I’m going to sketch her form first then I’m going to fill it in with color.

She watches me setting up but still hasn’t moved her hand into the position I asked.

I hop up again and pour us another glass of champagne.

She takes it and knocks it back.

I take the glass back and move to my position.

She sucks in a deep breath and finally does what I asked, her hand falling between her legs.