Venturously Yours,

Pillow Talk With Yours

Hands tracing the naked skin of her thighs as Octavius placed his head on her lap. Naked and unhinged, he snuck small butterfly kisses on top of her skin as they lay spread over the bed.

Her fingers played with his hair, she looked at him closely. "What are you afraid of?"

When he told her the drawing was about him, she didn't even get to continue the conversation only to have him yank her to him and maul her into the bathroom for hot shower. Soaping and rinsing, one thing led to another and they fucked hard under the spray of hot steamy water.

Soon later, they ordered lunch from a small Chinese restaurant. Having spring rolls dipped in spicy sauce, slippery garlic noodles and hot fudge, they talked and laughed. Everything around them normalized as if they did this sort of thing every single day.

"Losing inspiration." She shivered as his fingers traced the line of her thigh, answering her question. He then whispered against her skin. "You have such beautiful skin. I want to lick it and eat it."

His words made her come alive and apart.
"W-why? And I meant that about your answer."

He hummed a sound, moving down her skin as if reluctant to answer. Trailing his lips to her knees and back up to the tops of her thighs. He turned his head to look up at her looming face. "I like being an artist. That's my only mission in life. If I don't have inspiration. What do I have?"

You have me. She wanted to say it but she wasn't confident enough.

His hands moved to her neck, tracing down and up. Ejecting goosebumps all over as he trickled his fingers over her clavicle. "You are ...perfect. Your eyes so green, your face so much beauty I find it hard to keep staring at you."

Octavius couldn't stop himself. He knew it inside of him what he was feeling. It made him honest. He looked so awe of her. She blushed, looking away. "Stop it..."

"I can't help it. I want to suck your blood like some Dracula if I could. You entice me so much. I have never felt this way before, Eliot."

She bit her lip, looking back down to his heated eyes. "You certainly have a way with words, Octavius."

She felt hot even with them there lying naked, she felt sweaty and hot and so sexy.

He leaned up enough to drag a tongue over her lips. "Words are the weapon, my sweet Eliot. They can seduce you, make you come alive, enlighten and tear you apart all at the same time."

He pulled away after long moments of kisses and tongue exchanged between them, staring at her intently.

"Will you tear me apart, Eliot?"

Her breath hitched as he said those impactful words. How does one respond to something like that? It's so blunt and direct. No sticking around the bush, fully frontal with the heart right there at his sleeve.

I'm in love with you.

"What did you say?" He shot up, sitting in front of her.

It was only then she realized she said the words out loud.

Her mouth clamped up and she tried to get away from him, embarrassment seeping through her veins. Why did she say that?

But he didn't allow her to go. He took hold of her arm, bringing her back to him. "Don't go, Eliot. Did you mean that?"

She refused to look at him. This cannot be happening. They barely had begun their relationship and she just went and dropped a huge love bomb. What happened to taking things slow?