Smooches and Serenity

8

I forced my body to stay still as Maverick captured my form on his canvas. I had never been a person to stay still, so being held hostage in that uncomfortable position made me groan inwardly. I had to remind myself that I was doing it for him and plus watching him paint me was a sight I adored.

He was so focused but once in a while, threw a reassuring smile on my way. I guess he knew how numb my ass felt at the moment. I was his life-sized mannequin, afterall.

A few times, a tear rolled down his eye, and I wondered if he was really putting all of his emotions into the paint.

"Are you crying, Ricky?" I asked, fond of the man in front of me.

He looked up from the large canvas, and gave me a smile. "The strong scent of paint somehow affects my eyes. Been diagnosed with Epiphora since I was a kid."

"What's that?"

"Watery eyes."

"But your eyes are so perfect. I like them. The paint though, wouldn't it make things worse?"

"I just can't stop painting, you know. It's like the way you are with designing. It's just something from inside that I have to do. Heck! My fingers can't go a day without touching the paint brushes. Painting is what I am...it is what makes me who I am... it's how I see the world."

Hearing him talk about his life pleasure felt so meaningful to me. There was nothing sexy than a man who had visions and goals. A man who had his own money and couldn't fumble anything. Maverick was a walking green flag. One man could really teach you that not all men were the same. I did not believe that men were liars, I just believed that they would act right for those who they were down for.

"That's nice to hear, Rick. Having something that can act as both a stress reliever and way of earning income is good."

"I know right? Now stay still. I know that you are pretty exhausted from that tiring position, but this will take a minute. I'm almost done."

I endured for a little bit longer, and within minutes, he was done. I stood up from the couch I had been sitting on, wanting to unclench the tight muscles on my lower abdomen. A surge of pain shot from my ass to my leg and I almost tripped over the canvases and paint.

"Watch out, Flower. I haven't made you sit that long."

I threw a glare at him. "One hour isn't that long. Yeah, sure."

"I'm sorry. You know I'll always make it up to you," he gave me a knowing smile.

"How?"

"Why don't you draw near and find out?"

It felt as if I was walking to the lion's den. The hunger in his eyes was evident. The man loved kissing.

"I'd rather stay where am at." I answered, coyly.

"Come on, I won't hurt you." He smirked.

"I don't know about that. You come."

"Okay."

I watched him with curious eyes as he trotted slowly towards me, head high, shoulders wide and confident steps. The perfect posture.

I planted my ass on the previous sofa I was seated on and waited for him. His eyes never left mine. Oh he thought he could be the only dominant one? Wait till I showed him.

"Oh, you come here, boy."

"What you got rolling under your sleeve?"

"Why don't you draw near and find out." I said using his previous words.