“This is not the right time because I want to paint you, Valeria,” Khalid whispered in his deep, velvety voice.
“P-paint me?”
I could smell his musky scent when he crooned in my ear. “Yes. Naked.”
I trembled, my body reacting acutely to his teasing words.
He continued in his low voice, his finger trailing over my neck, “I want to paint your pale skin. Your neck. Your sensual body. Your stunning eyes. Your lush lips. Your red copper hair.”
Khalid flicked my ear with his tongue, making me gasp when he whispered dirtily, “Your tits.”
“I can paint on you too, my sweet one.” He planted a soft kiss below my ear. My breathing growing erratic and breasts aching to be touched. “Lay your naked body on my bed and paint on your bare skin with my hands. Would you like that, Valeria?”
I was clenching her legs tightly, melting hot desire gushing my underwear. My heart thudded loudly against my chest. I licked my lips and answered, “I… I would love that, Khalid.”