Maybe, Maybe Not

13. Nasty

He wanted pussy for lunch.

After they walked around downtown and enjoyed the snow, he stopped to buy hot chocolates and then a deluxe sixteen-inch Imo's Pizza, but he wasn't hungry for that.

Once he had a taste of her last night, he wanted more of it. He would have kept going last night but she tapped out.

He put the pizza away, and moved to her, pulling her in for kisses while she laughed.

"Nikko! I am hungry! Let's eat."

"Me too! And yes, let's eat."

He undid her pants and pulled her jeans down to her knees, and then her panties down.

"Nikko!"

"Baby I love it when you say my name." He planted his face between her thighs, inserting his tongue inside her. It was more flavorful after a day spent walking around. Jakinda held on to his hair, fingers entwined in his locs, and moaned as he made her reach orgasm after orgasm. He kept slurping up her juices, not wanting to miss a drop.

Once he was done, he stood and fixed her pants on her.

"I want that pussy as an appetizer before every meal." He wiped his mouth. "Now we can eat this pizza."

"Not you doing that and thinking I don't want an appetizer either." She grabbed the front of his pants. "You want me to?"

"You ain't gotta ask!"

He started singing songs in his head because he felt like he was drifting away on a cloud the way she made him feel so good. Jakinda was not playing around and he let her do whatever she wanted. He felt like he could stand there and let her suck him all day, but once he reached orgasm, he was depleted. He really was starving and thirsty right now.

"Pour me some wine. And now we can eat," she said.

Imo's was his favorite pizza, as was most St. Louisans. It was Jakinda's too by the way they devoured it with glasses of Moscato. He cleaned up everything and then they made themselves comfortable.

They both ended up taking off some clothes, her in only his long shirt, him in sweatpants and no shirt, and then they kicked back on his couch and cuddled. Jakinda snuggled next to him, resting her head on his chest. He felt content right now. They did not have to go outside for the rest of the weekend. He hoped she was staying another night.

"I think I need to paint something today." He caressed her thick thigh as he held her close.

"Can I watch you work?"

"I want you to be my work." He kissed the top of her head. "Pose for me."

"What?" She laughed and moved away. "Like nude?"

"Yes!"

"Are you crazy? So you can show everyone my lady bits?"

"If you don't want me to ever show it, I won't." He stood and walked across the room to his art station with all his tools. He grabbed a fresh canvas.

He began to get his supplies ready while Jakinda remained on the sofa and watched him. He had a lot to do to prepare the canvas before he started so he would let her sit and decide.

"You just work in your regular clothes like that? You don't have like, have a smock or something to wear? Just sexy chest out?"

"I don't tend to make a mess when I work," he said as he prepped the canvas.

"How many women have you painted nude?"

He stopped what he was doing and threw her a grin. "None. Never done it."

"I call bullshit" He watched her as she stood up and walked a sexy walk to him. His eyes liked to watch the shape of her thighs. "A hot young guy like you...looking like mother fucking sex on a platter, girls not dropping their panties for you to paint them naked?"

He put his brush down and turned to her. The smile on his face made his cheeks hurt. "I'm sex on a platter?"

She rubbed a hand down his chest. "You know you're sexy. You work out or something?"

"Not really. I hoop sometimes with friends."

"You eat right?"

"Naa, I eat whatever."

She licked his nipple. "Damnit I want to jump your bones right now."

"Come on, later," he said with a chuckle. "I want to paint my lady. Will you do it for me? No pressure? If not, I can paint you just like this. Beautiful"

She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head, completely nude now.

"Where do you want me to stand?"

He licked his lips to remember the taste of her. Now he had to stare at her body and try and make a sensible piece of artwork.

"You want to sit or lay down, whatever is comfortable for you?"

"Use me however you like."

He moved her over to the wall, positioned her with her back to him, and then had her use her hand to lean against the wall with one hand. Then he turned her top half of her body a bit so he could get a profile of her breast. He tilted her head down a bit. He backed up a bit to see if his vision was right.

He wanted that ass, so whenever she was gone he could look at his painting.

"You good? I don't want you to feel awkward or anything. You're sexy baby, believe that."

"You make me feel sexy."

Naa, that's all you. Let me know if you need a break or anything."

"We will see," she said.

He went to work on what he knew would be a masterpiece. The curve of her waist, the roundness of her ass, he wanted to capture it all. The bob worked well for the picture, as her longer hair would have taken away from the curve of her back. His dick stayed hard while he worked, anticipating all the things he wanted to do after he finished.

When he was about ninety percent done, he knew she needed a break. He could finish the rest of it without her. He turned the picture away from her so she could not see it.

"I want to see!"

"It's not finished." He pulled her to him. "Can I ask you a serious question?"

"Sure."

"I want to be your man. Not your play thing. Not your hookup. Not the young boy giving you dick. If this isn't what you want, you need to let me know now because I am falling for you baby."

"How can we even work when we're so different."

"Give me a chance and I'll show you how we make it work. I'm telling you, stop getting hung up on my age. I'll show you how a man treats his woman." He leaned in to kiss her. "And not just in the bedroom, but baby we ain't got no problems there."

After he cleaned up they were back in the bedroom, tossing the sheets. She went toe-to-toe with him, going tit for tat with the sucking and thrusting, like a wild beast they were in bed. He had to change the sheets yet again.

After a few hours, they both lay in the bed breathing hard.

"Okay, yes."

"Yes, what?"

"We can try this thing...us...together." She threw a thigh over his leg. "I've never been in any other relationship besides my ex-husband, so bear with me."

"I got you."