Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Chapter 48


Frannie slipped off the bed and started to put the lids on the pots of paint and gathered the brushes. Jon opened his eyes, "what're you doing baby?" She tightened the lid on one of the pots, "cleaning up a little." Jon quirked an eyebrow, "why, are we done with art class?" Frannie smiled, "you want an extra credit project?" He nodded as he moved from the bed, "sure, come with me Ms. Daniels." She grabbed the other pot of paint and followed Jon into the bathroom.

Frannie set her things on the counter as Jon adjusted the water. While the tub was filling Jon reached up and took the clip from Frannie's hair, letting the dark mass tumble down around her shoulders. Standing behind her he caught her eye in the mirror, "you'll have to show me how, I've never painted anything before." He watched as her eyes darkened and the color in her cheeks heightened. "You think you can do that for me baby?" She could only nod her head, the soft cadence of his voice adding to her already aroused state.

He reached around and opened the few buttons she had done up on her shirt and slid it from her shoulders. Her nipples were already hard and he could see her need for him glistening at her center. He slid his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs lightly caressing the hard tips. Frannie's eyes drifted shut and she leaned back against him, letting his touch take her. When she felt his mouth on her she opened her eyes and turned her head, meeting his mouth with hers. She tasted faintly of chocolate, cherry and him. Jon pulled his mouth from hers, "let's get in the tub." He turned them and helped her in before sliding in behind her.

Jon reached for the paintbrushes and the two pots of paint. He turned back to Frannie, "sit on the edge for me?" Frannie settled herself on the wide edge at the one side of the large tub. Jon took the chocolate paint, dipped the brush and waited. Frannie watched, "what are you waiting for?" Jon smirked, "for you to tell me what to do?" Frannie closed her eyes, "where do you want to put the paint?" He moved in front of her, "anywhere you want me to." She took a deep breath, "Put the brush on my shoulder and lightly drag it down to my breast." He did as she said, lightly drawing the brush over her skin, leaving a trail of chocolate to her nipple, where he teased the nipple and left a circle of chocolate.

"Now what?" He waited expectantly. She opened her eyes to find his deep blue ones trained on her, "dip the brush and do the same thing on the other shoulder." He did as he was told and this time when he got to her nipple he kept his touch so light she nearly whined. "Oh god Jon." He looked up at her, "what's the matter baby?" She shook her head, "no-nothing." He finished and set the brush down, "now what?" He was admiring his handiwork when she finally answered him, "lick the paint off."

Jon smiled, "I was hoping that part came next." He leaned in and, starting at her shoulder, gently licked and stroked his way down to her breast, lightly circling her nipple before sucking it into his mouth, using his tongue to make sure he got all the chocolate off. When he took her other nipple into his mouth her release washed over her. She trembled under him as he finished licking the chocolate away. Reaching over he picked up the paint brush and dipped it again. "Now what?"

Frannie wasn't sure she could take anymore, but when she opened her eyes and saw Jon waiting for her answer, she shifted her position and found herself answering him, "stroke the brush up my leg." He picked up her leg and started at her ankle, stroking up, circling the side of her knee, lightly brushing up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her mound. "Any where else?" Frannie opened her mouth but she couldn't make any her tongue work. She reached for his hand. He stopped her, "uh-uh, talk to me baby, tell me what you want."

Frannie tried again to tell him, "my clit Jon, stroke the brush over me, please." She leaned back against the wall as he moved her legs apart, the brush barely touching her as he moved it across her. Her hips jerked and he pulled the brush back, "Frannie?" She whimpered, "please don't stop." He stroked the brush over her again, this time with slightly more pressure. She was so close, "more Jon, please."

He set the brush down, "I think its time for me to clean up my mess." Her eyes flew open when she felt his mouth on her ankle, he worked his way up her leg, making sure to get every last bit of chocolate. When he got to her inner thigh she thought she was going to burst. His tongue coasted over her, cleaning the paint from every nook, leaving her trembling. When his mouth closed over the swollen nub her hips arched and she screamed through her orgasm. He eased back from her, his cock achingly hard.

"Come here baby" he pulled her down into the water and on to his aching shaft. He helped her move on him, his hands at her hips moving her up and down. Their mouths met and he pulled her down onto him one last time and she felt him explode inside her.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Chapter 47

The empty dishes sat stacked on the tray that was being wheeled to the door. Sliding the t-shirt back on, Frannie parked the cart outside their door, locking it as she turned back to the room. The bottle of wine and two glasses sat on the table, waiting for the last sips to be taken. Jon had slid into a pair of sweatpants and stepped out onto the balcony for a cigarette.

Taking advantage of these few precious moments, she dug her bag and pulled out a very old, large man’s dress shirt and two small pots. She disposed of the t-shirt, twisted her hair up like she did while she worked, slid into the battered dress shirt and buttoned a couple of the buttons. It had paint stains on it along with chalk smears and charcoal stains; it was her work smock. The pots, they held flavored body paint, one chocolate and one cherry.

She worked quickly, loosening the tops on the pots, pulling the blankets back on the bed, getting a towel. She was just refilling their wine glasses when Jon came back in. “Hey ba…” he trailed off when he saw how she was dressed. “What’s with the shirt?” She turned and he recognized it as her painting smock. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she was up to but didn’t say anything more. He just watched.

Picking up the wineglasses she handed him one and sipped from the other, “the sweatpants need to go babe.” He set the glass down and kicked off his pants, “now what?” She picked up a paint brush, “now I get my turn.” He grinned and picked up his wineglass, taking a sip as she stroked the brush up and down his arm. “Lay on the bed for me?” He did as she asked, watching as she picked up a small pot and the paint brush. “What’s that?” She grinned, “paint. I’ve been telling you I wanted to paint you, haven’t I?” He looked slightly unsure, “it washes off, right?”

She didn’t answer, just dipped the brush in the chocolate paint and drew a circle around his nipple. The cool of the paint mixed with the light touch of the brush had his nipple puckering instantly. Frannie leaned in and lapped up the paint with her tongue, brushing across the hardened point before pulling back. “Mmmm, tastes good.” She repeated the sweet torture on his other nipple before stroking a line lightly down his chest, his stomach, around his navel.

She sat back on her heels, looking at her handy work, looking at him. Jon’s eyes were closed and he was just waiting for her mouth to be on him. He wanted to feel her tongue stroking over his skin. Frannie straddled him, leaned down and with just the tip of her tongue she started at his chest, lapping up the sweet chocolate paint, following the line down his body, across the ripped muscles of his abs, circling and dipping into his navel. She could feel his erection pressing at her as she moved lower, could feel her own wetness as her tongue traveled down his body.

Maneuvering herself so she was straddling only one leg, she picked up the second pot of paint, the cherry flavored and with the paint brush, covered his straining member with the sweet paint. She felt him tremble under her as she stroked the brush over him, “jesus baby” he groaned as she swirled the soft brush across his over-sensitized skin. When she dipped the brush down to his balls he thought he was going to come right then.

Frannie looked up and saw the sweat bead on his upper lip as he fought for control. Setting the paint and brush aside she slid her tongue up and down the length of him, savoring his flavor as it mixed with the sweet taste of the paint.

When she took him into her mouth he knew he wasn’t going to last and as he felt his dick hit the back of her throat he arched from the bed, “baby… I’m…oh… FUCK!” He exploded in her mouth, his hips thrusting against her as she took everything he had. Pulling her mouth from him, Frannie kissed the insides of his thighs before moving up next to him. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was becoming slightly less ragged. “Are you okay?” Jon turned his head, “oh yeah. You can paint me anytime you want baby.”

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Chapter 46

The cart of food sat, forgotten next to the bed, as Jon crawled back in next to Frannie. She was still lying there, waiting for him. She had pulled her shirt down and Jon frowned, “you moved.”

She looked over at him, “I didn’t want to give the room steward a free show.” He smiled, “okay, I’ll let it go this time.” He pushed the shirt up and off of her now, letting his gaze roam over her.

He picked up the paint brush again, stroking the whisper soft bristles across her stomach and up, under the curve of her breast. He stroked her softly, working his way up, circling the hardened tip, making it pucker further.

Leaning in, he took the pebble hard point in his mouth, wetting it, teasing it. Pulling back, he blew on it gently, “Jon.” He looked up; Frannie was gazing down at him, her face awash with pleasure. “Baby, please” she begged. He shook his head, “oh no baby, not yet.”

Jon trailed the paint brush across her chest, stroking lightly, teasing her other breast. He moved on, the butterfly light touch of the bristles raising goose bumps on her flesh. Frannie shifted restlessly on the bed, wanting more, wanting him. Her hands reached out, stroking his arms, his shoulders, anywhere she could reach.

When he moved further down on the bed Frannie's fingers slid through the silky strands of his hair and she braced herself for what she knew was coming. Jon looked up at her as he circled her navel with the brush, “you okay baby?” A breathy “yes” and a slight nod of her head was his answer. Jon set the paint brush aside as he stroked the pale blue lace that was hiding the heart of her from him. “Very pretty baby” he whispered as he hooked his fingers in the lacy band and slid them from her body.

Kneeling by her feet he picked up the brush again. He slid it lightly up the inside of her calves, traced circles around the insides of her knees and, slowly, ever so slowly, traced a path up the inside of her thighs. She was writhing under his touch as he stroked up the crease of her thigh. He had touched her everywhere but where she wanted him to the most. He looked up and their eyes met, she could see just the hint of a smile there, “Jon, please” she begged. He shook his head, “I’m not done yet.”

He slid the brush down lower and when it crossed her clit she came apart. Jon sat back on his heels and watched her, loving how she looked at the height of pleasure. He hurried to rid himself of his jeans, his cock having nearly burst through the zipper. He crawled up over her, kissing his way up to her mouth, “so beautiful” he whispered before claiming her mouth. As his tongue found hers, he thrust into her. Her warm wetness surrounded him, “god baby” he groaned out as he buried himself in her.

Frannie wrapped herself around him, moved with him as he pushed her higher. She felt the second wave coming and she wanted to, tried to hold back. Jon pushed harder, “let it go baby.” With a final thrust Frannie shattered; her tremors and contractions pulling Jon with her. He groaned through his release, before collapsing alongside her.

She rolled into him, resting her head on his shoulder, “you’re an evil, evil man.” Jon smirked, it was all he had the energy for, “you didn’t seem to mind babe. Are you ready to eat now?” She pushed at her hair and sat up, “I think I am. And you, you’d better refuel.” He smiled as he pushed himself up, “why’s that?” She picked up the paint brush, “it’s my turn next.”

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Chapter 45

Hearing the door open Frannie shifted on the bed. She wanted to see Jon’s reaction when he saw her. She was twirling one of the paint brushes in her hand and when she looked up, there he was.

Jon had entered his room still unsure of why the music was playing. When he found Frannie on the bed, paint brush in hand, it was all he could do not to rush the bed and throw himself down next to her. “What’re you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t coming until tomorrow.” She watched him as he walked toward the bed, “I changed my mind. Was that okay, or should I go and come back tomorrow?”

He sat down on the bed next to her and took the paint brush from her and laid it on the night table, “you’re not going anywhere.” He leaned down and kissed her, “I missed you baby. I’m glad you’re here.” Frannie wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her. “That’s better.” He was half sitting, half lying across Frannie’s chest. He pushed himself up, “just a sec.” He pulled off his shoes and crawled over her, lying down next to her and pulling her close, “that’s better.”

They lay together talking softly, kissing intermittently with Edwin McCain singing softly in the background.

Lying here with you
Listening to the rain
Smiling just to see the smile upon your face
These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
These are the moments
I'll remember all my life
I found all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more

Jon stroked Frannie’s arm as the music and words flowed around them. He loved Frannie but was only now realizing that she truly was who and what he had been looking for for a long time, longer than he cared to admit.

Looking in your eyes Seeing all I need
Everything you are is everything to me
These are the moments I know heaven must exist
These are the moments I know all I need is this
I have all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more

I could not ask for more than this time together
I could not ask for more than this time with you
Every prayer has been answered
Every dream I have's come true
And right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be
Here with you here with me

Frannie listened to the words, feeling that they were describing exactly how she felt. After all she had been through, all she had suffered, she had survived and this was where she was supposed to be, in this time and in this place with this man.

These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive
These are the moments I'll remember all my life
I've got all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more
I could not ask for more than the love you give me
'Coz it's all I've waited for
And I could not ask for more I could not ask for more

As the song ended Frannie lifted her head from Jon’s chest as he leaned down, their mouths met in a sweet, slow kiss that spoke of the emotions that were swirling in each of them. Jon wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her over on top of him. Frannie pulled her mouth from his, stroking his cheek with her fingertips, “I love you.” Jon stroked his hand down her hair and over back, resting his hand on her hip, “I love you too baby.”

Their mouths met again and Jon’s stomach growled loudly between them. Frannie laughed her way out of the kiss, the moment lost for now. “Hungry darlin’?” Jon rolled them over so he could reach the phone, “I guess I am. Are you?” She nodded, “I could eat.” Jon picked up the phone.

After ordering their dinner Jon noticed the paint brushes on the night table. He picked one up and stroked it lightly across Frannie’s arm, smiling at the goose bumps that appeared. He shifted so he was once again lying next to her and he lightly dragged the soft bristles across her thigh. She shifted restlessly on the bed, the light teasing touches making her ache for him.

Jon moved to the end of the bed and stroked the brush down Frannie’s legs barely making contact with her skin as he circled her ankles and traced back to the inside of her knees. He watched her, seeing her eyes dilate and her nipples harden under the shirt had his cock straining against his zipper.

He set the paint brush aside and moved up further, his hands skimming up her thighs to the hem of the t-shirt. He slid the shirt up, kissing and caressing each bit of skin that he revealed. Pushing the shirt higher he took one of her nipples into his mouth, nipping gently with his teeth and soothing with his tongue.

Someone knocked on the door.

Jon stayed at his task, ignoring the knocking. Frannie pulled at his head, dragging him up to look at her, “go answer the door.” Jon stared down into her eyes, “don’t move.”

Friday, August 1, 2008

Chapter 44

Frannie busily packed up her paintings in the crates that would take them to Tico. She was trying to get this done as quickly as possible as she had decided to go to Philadelphia early after all. She had told Jon no during their call last night, but this morning decided that if she could get this job done she would head out and surprise him. He had sounded so deflated last night when he called that it hurt her to tell him no. He had done his best to convince her. He begged, pleaded, cajoled to no avail. But now, in the light of a new day, she changed her mind and decided that she would go.

Looking around as she packed up the last painting and her gaze fell on the drawing in the middle of the room. She had put the finishing touches on it in the wee hours of the morning before collapsing on the sofa again. The intense blue eyes stared back at her from the middle of the page, the only color in the sea of black and gray. Frannie walked to the center of the room and picked up her pencil one last time, putting her intertwined FD in the lower right corner.

After cleaning up her studio and covering her drawing with a sheet, Frannie scooted up the stairs to take a shower and pack her bag. She wanted to get going as quick as she could. After looking at nothing but pictures of Jon for the last three days and only hearing his voice on the phone, she needed to see him, to touch him.

She dressed comfortably in yoga pants and a sweatshirt. She hurriedly packed her bag, remembering to include the paint brushes, and she headed out. The car ride was uneventful and the longest hour she felt she had ever spent in the car. Just as she parked her phone rang, it was Jon.

“Hey there handsome. What’s up?”

Jon chuckled, “handsome? You can’t be talking about me.”

Frannie smiled, “obviously you haven’t looked in your mirror today.” He sounded tired. “Are you okay?”

Jon sighed, “yeah, just beat and tired of these meetings. We’re in between right now. I wish I didn’t have to wait until tomorrow to see you.”

Frannie swallowed, hoping she wouldn’t give herself away. “I’m sorry babe. You know I would’ve come today if I could. I really needed to get that stuff packed up so I can ship it to Tico. I also finished my other project, so I can focus all my attention on you tomorrow.”

Jon felt a tap on his knee, they were ready to start the next meeting. “I’ve gotta go baby, they’re ready to start again. I’ll call you later. Love you.” Before Frannie could say anything he was gone.

Once in Jon’s room she freshened up and prepared for Jon to return. She traded her sweatshirt and yoga pants for one of Jon’s soul t-shirts, placed the paint brushes on the night table, turned the radio on and positioned herself on the bed and waited.

As Jon rode the elevator to his room he again, for about the hundredth time that day, wished he wasn’t going to walk into an empty hotel room. He couldn’t figure out what his problem was. He had never minded being away from home before, but this time, he couldn’t seem to fight the loneliness that was eating at him. Stopping in front of his door he dug in his pocket for his key and paused before sliding it through the lock. There was music coming from the other side of the door. What the…I didn’t leave the radio on this morning, did I? He slid the key through the lock and slowly pushed the door open.