Page 6 of What She Wants

After another deep breath, I feel her relaxing into me as she considers the options in front of her. How well we fit and how easy we’ve fallen into this lie isn’t lost on me. It’s an encouragement that will ensure that I won’t stop until I've explored all the ways we can fit together.

“Well, I like color.” I can feel when she sees a painting that resonates with her. Her body straightens more like it has all of her attention. “The one on the right,” she whispers.

“Where would you put it?”

“In my conversation room.”

I look at the painting. A black woman in a crowd depicted by a range of colors but hers is the only discernible face. Her yellow dress flows around her but she doesn’t look happy. She looks alone despite the crowd.

“What does the painting tell you?”

I’m curious to see if we gathered the same thing. I doubt it has anything to do with her being black as well. Art can speak in so many different ways depending on the person and their experiences.

“That you can be surrounded yet still feel so alone.”

There is a vulnerability in her voice that tugs at my desire to fix it.

“And is that how you feel?”

Instead of responding, she wiggles out of my embrace and moves over to another set, deflecting the way she’s known to do. This set is in the adult portion of the gallery. The lights are lower to highlight different types of erotic art.

“This set would be in the bedroom."

"Or playroom," I offer to see her reaction.

She raises her eyebrows but points at a painting in the series of a bold blend of blues, purple, orange, and yellow. The silhouetted couple is tangled into multiple sexual positions throughout the series but the one she's viewing has them on their sides with the man behind the woman.

“Which is your favorite?”

Her pouty lips tip up on the corners because she knows what I'm asking.

“Aht. Aht. Aht. What is yourprofessionalopinion?”

I purse my lips. “As a gynecologist, I'd say all vaginal canals are different and the position would depend on her partner's length and girth.”

She rolls her eyes and walks further into the adult collection, giving me a dim yet spectacular view of her ass.

“Boring, Delgado.”

With a chuckle, I move into her space again, turning her to face me.

“You asked for my professional opinion,Chispa.” I grip the back of her neck and stare into her almost golden eyes. “You didn't ask my opinion as a man.”

My other hand grips her hip, sinking into the flesh that I want to kiss. We're breathing each other in and the desire in her eyes makes me want to end the conversation. I'd rather show her.

Esme, who's stubborn as ever and refuses to back down, gives me a challenging smirk.

"Well, I'm waiting for your 'man' answer, Delgado.”

She uses my last name like it's a dirty word but I’d prefer that she moans it. Taking advantage of our closeness, she runs her hands up my torso and chest then grips my biceps.

"I like to look you in the eyes so I can watch what I’m doing to you. My favorite position is your favorite position because my goal is to give you the most intense orgasms that you can handle."

She sucks on her bottom lip like she's trying not to be turned on by my words. They're not just empty words of seduction. It's exactly how I feel.

"In general you mean."

I pull her even closer, pressing our bodies together, my hands slide down her back until my fingers are teasing the small of her back.

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