It All Started With A Baby

12

I watched CMBYN for the first time as I'm editing this and I've never felt so miserable in my life. I'm crying as I finish proofreading this. Ugh, the pain.

"Almost done with the sketch," Caiden announced. He leaned forward on the chair to get a closer look at her chest. He wanted to get the angles of her collar bones and her boobs just right. Then he reached his hand out to tweak one of her nipples.

"What was that for?" She exclaimed.

Caiden smiled at her shocked expression. "I want them to be hard and pointed," he said.

"Well, it worked." She said as she looked down at her now hardened nipples. "So did you like, draw the whole thing, or is this just an outline?"

"Just an outline of the whole piece. Drawing the whole thing will take multiple hours."

"Interesting."

He put the charcoal pencil in his hand down and studied his work, analyzing his outline against her actual body.

"Can I see it?" Blake asked.

"Gimme one second, sweetheart." He used his finger to gently rub against the page. Then his eyes lit up and he stood from his chair.

"Here ya go," he said. Blake took the sketch pad from his extended hand and looked over his work. Her hand absentmindedly covered her mouth as she stared at the drawing of herself. She knew it was just an outline and he had to finalize everything, but it already looked amazing.

"Caiden, you are so talented. Like, I can't actually process it. How can you create something like this?"

"Natural born talent, baby," he teased.

Blake handed the pad back to him. Then she pulled the straps of her dress up to cover her chest again. "What?" She asked Caiden when a dismal expression flashed across his face.

"I was enjoying the view."

Blake rolled her eyes but smiled at his words, then she sat up to stretch. Her muscles needed some movement after laying on the bed in the same position for so long.

Caiden slid his hands around her back when she was done stretching. "Thank you for letting me draw you," he said, his hands tracing the outline of her shoulder blades.

"I kinda liked it," Blake said.

"Liked it? Kinky girl, are you Blake? Letting a man draw you naked," Caiden teased as he waggled his eyebrows.

Blake slapped his shoulder lightly. "No! I just... dang it Caiden. I don't know."

"I'm teasing you, darlin. I'll draw you as much as you'll let me, in all types of positions," he said with a seductiveness that caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand up.

After they had both showered later that night, neither of them were tired, so they ventured downstairs for some late-night snacking. Before she walked down the stairs though, she rolled up the pair of old sweatpants Caiden had given her for the night so she didn't trip.

"Okay, I have peanut butter buckeye, chocolate chip cookie dough, and fudgy brownie ice cream," Caiden said as he pulled the tubs of ice cream from the freezer.

"Caiden, I really don't get how you maintain your body when you eat all this junk food," Blake teased. "I'm actually jealous."

Caiden walked closer to her, picking her hand up and placing it against his shirtless abdomen. "You like my body, sweetheart?"

Blake leaned back against the counter and matched his stare. "Yeah. I do."

He bent his head and placed his mouth against her jaw. He flicked his tongue out to lick her skin before placing a very sensual kiss there. "Good."