Criminal Love

31. Love Leaves a Mark

Tuesday morning

Dylan begins to wake up and the blissful feeling of spooning with Yue sends a jolt down his back. Without even opening his eyes, he nuzzles her nape and gives her many tiny kisses on her hair, neck and shoulders.

You smell so good, sweetie... How am I gonna sleep without you tonight?

He will deal with that when the time comes. Meanwhile, he's going to enjoy this scrumptious cookie one last time before returning to reality.

The long weekend was an endless cycle of paintings, nothing out of the ordinary though because it was the beginning of their relationship, and Yue doesn't have much experience, so Dylan kept it basic and uncomplicated. Next weekend, he wishes to explore and be more adventurous. He simply cannot wait for round 2 of their honeymoon breaks.

The storm outside has subsided. During the night, the power came back, and the water service was reestablished, which is good because the vital liquid left was not enough for washing their bodies once again. Sunday and Monday morning, Dylan could only give Yue a sponge bath because it requires less water, but it wasn't such a bad thing after all to devotedly wipe her body everywhere. It led to more paintings, obviously, great ones.

It is 6 am and Yue is not giving signs of waking up, but Dylan has recognized that when the night is exceptionally taxing, it is difficult for her to rise and shine. She keeps up with his pace until the end and then plummets on the bed completely depleted. Gosh, it's so arousing to see her that way. However, it is also the reason why Dylan believes it is better for Yue if from Monday through Friday they stay at their own apartments, independently. He is certain he wouldn't be able to control himself otherwise. Having her by his side on the bed and simply letting her sleep is an unfeasible task to accomplish. And, in the mornings, for sure he'd crave to paint her more, but she is used to jogging; he should not interfere with her routine, it would not be fair.

"Good morning, cookie," Dylan whispers and continues to nuzzle her. His nose takes a deep breath and inhales her hair and skin scent–sweet and floral. Why are you so irresistible?

Yue growls in protest like an adorable angry puppy that wouldn't scare a fly.

"You're so cute when you do that, it makes me want you even more." I'm hopeless and you're caught up in it.

Dylan hauls Yue closer until he can feel her entire squishy body pressed against his. He cannot endure such balminess and suppleness, so his hand begins to wander around on her womanly figure. It starts on her knee, where he makes idle circles until Yue gasps. Then the hand travels up her thigh and resides on her luscious bum for a while.

"I love your tushy..." he whispers and fondles the area carefully, enjoying the highs and the lows. "You're so hot..."

Yue's pulse has begun to accelerate, and the condition only exacerbates as Dylan's hand continues to her belly, where it grazes up and down like a brush, scratching it delightfully with his short nails. Yue loves that and he knows it; it causes chills on her skin from head to toe.

The trip continues up her flank until the hand bumps into the tempting mound. There, it gently orbits both mounds over and over, one and then the other many times, feeling the smooth skin and the different textures, making the crowns come to life with his fervor and interest. He pinches those perky tips and Yue sighs, feeling her core pounding more and more.

Dylan has successfully awakened her with his priming, and not only from her sleep.

In response to the long-lasting and meticulous preparation he has been conducting on the canvas, Yue's body gives him a sign of her readiness: her bent knees splay out. Her left leg raises and hooks over Dylan's body as she unfolds to welcome the painting that she instinctively presumes–and hopes–will soon occur.