Criminal Love

44. More Layers

The alarm on Dylan's phone beeps at exactly 5 am and his eyes flap open instantly. He was dreaming of kissing Yue right before the blare, but he isn't disappointed by the interruption because he knows what awaits him–a magnificent masterpiece in which Yue has promised to actively partake with unprecedented contributions, making it an avant-garde piece: innovative, experimental, and inventive in its technique. Wonderful.

Eagerness rushes through Dylan's body. Yue may not realize it, but she has a power over him that is equally strong to the power he holds over her.

Dylan turns to his side and prompts his head on his hand. He gazes keenly at Yue, who is sprawled on the humongous—at least compared to her petite size—bed.

Usually, when they sleep together in the penthouse, Yue clings to him like a koala, taking complete ownership of his body. Here, however, she has been sleeping far away, perhaps because she was nervous about the mission or because she is not relaxed knowing Gordon's hotel is enemy territory. Humans–particularly women–are complex creatures.

Dylan observes Yue's features, her messy hair fanned on the pillow, her agape mouth, her quirky nose, her pulpy lips... Oh, those lips! Then he rakes down her long neck, her alluring clavicle, and he pauses at her mounds, those round and feminine hills that lure him like bait. They're so silky and malleable that he bites his lip, and his body starts to react in the manliest way possible. He advances to her flat stomach and down to her hips, between which lies heaven: her softest spot. The most disappointing thing is to notice she's wearing undies. Those need to go, right now.

Since he's prone and primed to paint Yue already, and she had previously agreed to being woken up for a lengthy and participative session, Dylan moves quickly.

First things first, though; he goes to the bathroom to wash up and brush his teeth.

When he comes back, he moves on the mattress towards Yue's legs and remains by her feet. He takes a foot and massages it lightly and then the other. Yue smiles but doesn't wake up. He continues to kiss her ankles and all the way up to her knees. After that, he caresses her thighs and Yue's skin becomes all goosebumps. It's time to peel off a certain hindering item.

Off it goes, flung across the room to make a statement.

Dylan smirks, the canvas is being revealed.

He places her legs on his shoulders and kisses her inner thighs one at the time, and then... Well, the kissing continues even farther, making Yue gasp at the unexpected visit. Dylan feels her sensitive spot twitch and decides it's time to peel off the nightgown as well.

Yue briefly opens her eyes as she is shifted around and unclothed, and she greets Dylan with a small smile, surrender and expectation in her eyes.

"Good morning, cookie." He lets go of his body on hers to allow her to feel his longing and rests with his elbows on her sides to admire her face.

Yue bites her lower lip, her eyes closed again. "Is it 5 am already?" she mumbles lightly and sluggishly.

"5.15 already. But don't worry, it's my turn first to work on this masterpiece. Just stay there and enjoy while I design my composition. I'll let you know when it's your turn."

Yue licks her lips and nods. Dylan is a talented artist who knows exceedingly well how to combine the colors of love to perform a wonderful creation of art every single time. This canvas will be taken good care of.

Dylan proceeds to rain Yue with moist kisses from her forehead to her torso, showering her everywhere. His hands fondle and squish while she squirms and moans of delight.

Unpredictably, Yue perceives a tidal wave of pleasure when Dylan takes his place and the brush dips in. The brushwork is profound and rhythmic, utterly sinful for several minutes, but ceases before any colors detonate. Disappointing, isn't it?