Hopeless Romantics

Katherine

"Louis," I softly spoke.

"Yes love?" I laid on his chest with his arm wrapped around me.

"I want to draw you."

"Okay," he smiled.

I sat up, "Not like this."

He gave me a confused look.

"Take off your clothes."

"You want to draw me naked?" He chuckled.

I nodded.

"Okay," he whispered.

"I'm gonna go get my stuff. You better be naked when I get back," I smirked.

I ran over to my art room and grabbed everything I would need. When I returned, he was lying completely naked on the bed.

I smiled, "I love you."

"I love you more."

I climbed into bed next to him. I laid my sketchbook across my lap and pulled out a pencil.

"How do you want me?" He asked.

"Just like you are. But don't move."

I let my pencil hit the paper and lead my hand, drawing exactly what I saw. His rugged face looking up at me, his hand rested on my thigh, his legs, one lying straight and the other slightly bent, his tattoos that beautifully lived on his skin.

"I'm getting kind of hot," I said. I sat my sketchbook aside and stood up to remove my clothes.

He shook his head and laughed, "You're too much."

"What? I'm seriously hot," I laughed and sat back down, "Now hold still."

"You're heavenly," he smiled.

"Don't smile."

"Sorry love," he laughed.

The drawing only took me about fifteen minutes. After I finished adding the shading and detail, I flipped the book over to show him.

"Is my dick that big?" He laughed.

"Yes," I wrapped my hand around his large member.

"It's lovely darling. You're so talented."

"You don't have to say that."

"But it's true."

I bent down to plant a kiss on his lips. He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him.

I gazed at him before sitting up on his stomach, "Wait."

"What?"

"You look good like this," I reached over to grab my sketchbook again.

His hands rested on my hips while I flipped to a new page and started sketching him.

Louis' face was structured gorgeously. His cheekbones were wonderfully defined and he had the slightest bit of stubble. His bright, blue eyes looked up at me, like two pools deep enough to dive into.

"I love how focused you are right now," he said.

"I wanna make it good. I want to show every one of your beautiful features."

His hands started to rub up and down my thighs. He pulled me up to his chest.

"Louis," I laughed, "I'm not done yet."

"Shhh pimiento," he cooed. He brought me close to his lips and gently pressed them against my clit.

"Louis," I moaned, still holding the sketchbook in my hand. He grabbed the sketchbook and placed it on the bedside table.