Page 70 of Illicit Illustration

Adrenaline roared through my veins as I watched her hit the peak, tipping over the edge with a whimpery moan, her legs shaking. Her beautiful body arched against the couch cushions as she let go, pleasure coursing through her body while I watched with rapt attention.

My pulse hammered in the side of my neck, my restraint skirting a very fine edge, but I kept myself under control, just watching her as I waited to see where she wanted to go from here.

I easily could have chased her into oblivion, used the scene in front of me to seek my own pleasure and it’d be over in seconds, but I waited, my fist flexed against the head, trying to keep myself in enough control that I wouldn’t risk going off too early.

Hazel slowly drifted back to her body; eyes closed as she stretched her arms above her head languidly with a satisfied hum. But I could tell the moment she remembered she wasn’t alone. Her movements faltered, her eyes drifting open until we locked gazes.

“You didn’t?” she asked, voice uncertain as she nodded at where my fist had a stranglehold on my dick.

“I didn’t,” I confirmed, waiting.

“Why didn’t you…” her voice trailed off as she grabbed a blanket from the end of the couch, moving to wrap it around herself.

“Don’t,” I growled, barely restraining myself enough to stay seated instead of flipping the coffee table out of my way and covering her body with mine.

“But…”

“No. If you want this picture, don’t cover yourself up. He’s desperate, remember?”

She nodded, slowly reaching forward to pick up her tablet and stylus. Her eyes were wide as she continued watching me, likely cataloging how I looked right now.

I hoped this scene would remain imprinted in her memory, so every time she closed her eyes it would haunt her like it was going to haunt me.

“What do I…”

“Play the audiobook, grab the remote for that camera to take pictures if you need to, and draw. You know exactly what to do, kitten.” And if she didn’t do it soon, I wasn’t sure I could hold back any longer.

She nodded, getting everything into place and settling back onto the couch with her tablet in her lap.

As the narrator’s voice filled the space between us, my movements mimicked the character, following the description of Gio’s frantic need for the woman sitting across the room from him. It didn’t feel like I was imitating a fictional character. My desperation was real. I was head over heels for the woman whose expressive eyes were taking in every nuance of the scene in front of her and recording it on the tablet in her lap.

Watching her draw was almost as sexy as the fact she was naked while she was doing it, and I greedily took in her every movement.

“Fuck, Haz. I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” I panted, my pulse roaring in my ears as I twisted my wrist, thrusting up into my grip as I could feel my balls tighten, threatening to end this very, very soon.

“Just a little longer,” she murmured, the stylus in her hand moving furiously as she tried to capture this moment.

“I’m so close. I don’t know if I can.” My pained groan had a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, threatening to send me right over the edge. She was enjoying this. And that thought had me using every trick in my arsenal to keep me from coming.

My thoughts were hazy as my movements slowed; my grip intentionally firm to keep from getting there. I wouldn’t come until she told me to. And she knew it as her motions faltered, her gaze on my body lingering while she drew things out.

She was torturing me, and she knew it. The little minx.

“Please.” I wasn’t above begging, my head falling backward as my cock throbbed in my hand, but I kept myself under control. For her. No one had ever made me feel this desperate, but I would do whatever Hazel asked me to.

“No,” her voice was stronger, and I tilted my head sideways to watch her, but she wasn’t even looking at me anymore. She was completely absorbed in the character on the tablet, bringing him to life in the way I knew only she could.

“Please, baby. I can’t fucking hold off any longer. You’re too beautiful.”

My rough voice echoed the words of the character on the phone speaker, and her eyes drifted to mine, filled with more emotion than I would have expected, given how adamantly she’d been pushing me away before.

She reached forward, stopping the audiobook and setting the tablet in her lap, eyes squarely focused on my hand.

“Then don’t hold back,” she said, voice confident and sexy.

That was all the encouragement I needed, my fist flying along my length as she watched, her eyes widening as my entire body tensed. I tried to keep my eyes open, but my orgasm hit like a freight train, my cock pulsing in my hand and my release erupting in spurts that dripped down the back of my fingers.

The moment the pulses stopped, Hazel was grabbing the tablet and her stylus; concentration squarely on finishing the last details of the drawing while I tried to breathe, a complete wreck slumped in the chair across from her.

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