My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 44 Painting Pleasure

Evelyn

"What do you have in mind?" He gently pulled my top over my head, his fingers brushing against my shoulders, quickening my heartbeat. It was nearly impossible for me to divert my gaze from him; there was something enchanting about him that held my attention captive.

"You mean what I want to paint?" I asked, hesitating.

Honestly, I had no clue what he meant. As he had mentioned, we were going to explore both, and I couldn't discern which he was referring to at this moment. All I could think about were things too intense to be related to painting.

A deep, masculine chuckle escaped his lips, and he suppressed a grin, "Yes, Evelyn. Tell me what's on your mind; what moment do you want to lay on this canvas?" He turned me around to face the blank

canvas.

As I began to lose myself in thought, struggling to decide where to begin, he had a knack for further distracting my mind. Crouching down behind me, he gradually lowered my shorts.

A soft gasp escaped my lips, and I was on the verge of turning around, but he held me firmly, his hands settling back on my hips, "Decide what you want to paint, Evelyn."

God, damn it! How in the world was I supposed to make a decision like this? All I could think about was him and sex. He showed no signs of relenting. If only I had the faintest idea of what he had in mind!

"I haven't... haven't painted in a while. I'm not sure what I want to create," I admitted, my voice trembling. My palms were sweaty, and goosebumps covered my skin, every inch of it. Feeling Jacob's lips curling into a smirk whilst he traced his nose along the back of my thigh, said it well- he was well aware of my nervousness but then again, that was exactly what he wanted.

He liked making me nervous, and he clearly enjoyed these reactions. In fact, he seemed to revel in them.

"Paint your desires," he suggested, his words sending shockwaves to my core. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, "I know you have many. So, paint one that you live for." And this time he pulled down my panties.

"Jacob..."

"Shh...." He came up, his nimble fingers unhooking my bra and sliding down the last piece of clothing from my body, "Focus, Evelyn. Focus."

How am I supposed to concentrate with him whispering my name like that? My heart raced, thudding loudly in my chest, threatening to give away my inner turmoil.

His lips gently brushed against my neck, trailing a path down to my collarbone and shoulder, slow enough to leave me trembling.

I closed my eyes shut, my breathing quivering as his lips continued their mesmerizing dance, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. His hands cupped my breasts, and his index finger traced a path around my nipple, leaving a strange sensation gathering at my core.

"What do you desire, Evelyn?" His warm breath grazed the sensitive spot behind my ear; a rush of warmth flooded between my legs.

The answer was clear, but it was difficult to admit. It was hard to stand my ground, to say his name, even though we both knew the truth. Yes! We both knew it, so why was it so difficult?

Drawing in a deep breath, I bent down slowly to retrieve the brush and paint palette. I caught the faint sound of him cursing under his breath.

I couldn't help but wonder how long any of us would maintain our focus on this painting endeavor.

me, pulling me close. The closeness sent my mind spinning, but I had to paint-that's what we had decided. Paint

asked, his lips grazing my earlobe. My breath

Oh, my...

replied hesitantly, trying to compose myself. "That

he seemed to be paying attention to every detail,

tube and squeezed the paint

hell, there were

Pull yourself

I murmured, my

basics," he echoed,

voice sounded too enticing. I had never engaged in

downward, I discovered Jacob's left hand smearing the Burnt Umber colour on my chest. His

came apart at that moment. There was something about this moment and his

with me-my words couldn't capture it, but the emotions were simply indescribable. He poured the other colors onto the palette-red, yellow, and

too," I uttered, My throat

"Oh, my bad."

did it not sound genuine? Did he intentionally neglect the white one? I couldn't find a

Well...

the tube. Slowly and slyly, as he began

landed on my wet heat, and as he straightened up, he pulled me closer with that grip.

in control as he pressed his nose against my neck. Using his

clit. I couldn't even clench my thighs at this point

hand reaching to wrap his fingers around my

was scandalous, but both of us were

the paint, creating the outlines of the man who now had his hand

me. Slowly, they began to move in and out of me,

Fuck it!

onto his shoulder, and the art supplies almost slipped

baby?" He asked, biting my earlobe. "What is it that

I breathed out, barely

fell silent for a few seconds before he spoke up, "Then paint me. I'm waiting to see what

many to even finish painting in one lifetime," my words trembled, ending in a quiet gasp

"And what is that?"

to find out, and... I have to at

my words. It was my way of asking him to go easy because

can handle much more than you know," a smile tugged at the corner

had no intention of going easy on

sensitive spots inside and grazed his teeth on