Chapter 19

Lorali

I’ve lost my ability to even think. Cognition is gone now that he’s behind me, his face a mere inch from mine, his warm breath dusting across my cheek, and his husky voice in my ear.

I’m unable to control the goosebumps that are spreading over my entire body, much less verbalize how insanely erotic I find the picture of the scantily dressed woman.

“Umm, I can guess why the show is titled Orchid,” My words stammering out, my eyes drawn to her naked back and barely-there purple panties. I honestly don’t know what else to say. I can’t tell him that it’s not the picture itself, but being near him in the same room as the picture that has me all hot and bothered.

I can hear a light laugh escape his lips and feel the small shudder of his body through his chin that’s still resting on my shoulder. “That obvious huh? What else are you thinking about as you look at it?”

Here we go! “I think it’s incredibly sexy.” I turn my head slightly trying to look at him to gauge his reaction.

He continues to look forward. “Doesn’t hold a candle to you, though,” he says finally drawing his head away from my cheek, looking into my eyes.

I grin back at him amusingly and shake my head in mild disbelief. Smooth.

“Too soon, or too corny?” He says not breaking eye contact.

“Both.” I try to pull myself from his grasp, but he unclasps his hands from in front of me and spans the fingers on his right hand across my stomach and gently, but firmly pulls me against his chest. I can’t help but melt into him. I lay my head back on his shoulder, breathing in his amazing scent, knowing I’ll never smell Armani Black Code again without it invoking visions of him in my head.

“That’s better.” He nuzzles my neck with his nose, gently running his lips the length of my exposed neck. “Ready for the next one?”

Am I? I nod my head slowly. Begrudgingly, he let’s go of me, clasps my hand once more and takes me around to the next Jody J art piece.

If I’d any doubts as to what this show was about, they’re gone once I see the next picture. A naked woman, prostrate, her back arched up in pleasure, her breasts thrust up beautifully. Her face is obscured, hiding her identity. Her knees are bent up, blocking the view of her bikini area. Once again the only color in the photo, the amazing pair of purple stilettos that are adorning her feet.

Ian once again takes his place behind me, only this time he doesn’t maintain the same level of distance he kept during our initial viewing of the first photo. My body conforms to his automatically, filling his dips with my curves. Perfect.

“And this one?” His voice is a whisper in my ear.

“She’s beautiful. Her body is perfectly proportioned. These pictures are amazing. Jody is amazing!” I wonder if he can tell that I’ve stopped looking at the picture and that my eyes are closed, using my other senses to take in this moment with him.

“I agree.” He turns his head and softly peppers kisses from the base of my neck to my ear. Just as quickly as he begins he stops, steps out from behind me, grabs my hand and pulls me to the next scene.

I almost stumble as the next photo comes into view. A black and white of a woman, on her knees, a man before her, his lower body blocked by her head, a purple sash restraining her hands behind her back. The man’s hand fisting her hair. This has got to be the most erotic picture I’ve ever seen. Sure I’ve seen pornographic pictures, but the way this shot is lit and the drops of sweat running down the man’s incredible abs makes it by far the hottest thing I’ve ever observed.

Ian’s hold steadies me as he glides behind me, taking up his spot behind my back. My cold chills have now been replaced with a mist of heat and sweat.

“This one?” His voice is barely audible.

His tongue is running up my neck before I can even respond with words. A moan the only sound leaving my lips. I turn my head further, giving him more real estate on my body. His arm pulls me against his body harder. We’re now touching from our shoulders all the way down our legs. I can easily tell that he’s just as affected by his slow seduction as I am.

I almost lose my sanity when his teeth clamp down on my ear lobe. I can hear a rumbled moan come from his throat as he pulls his head back, my ear slowly guiding through his hot lips.

“You want to know what I think when I look at this one?” His hot breath on my neck sends a shiver up my spine. The length of his body against me causes my empty core to clench. “I look at this picture and imagine that it’s you.” He kisses my neck. “At my mercy, on your knees, my hard cock down your throat.” I groan loudly, wishing for the same thing. He grinds himself behind me, leaving no guesses as to the truth he just spoke and his desire for it to come to fruition.

With one hand still on my stomach, he runs his other one down the left side of my neck, across my shoulder and painstakingly slow down my arm. Just as it did in the hallway on Saturday, his fingers graze my ribs as his touch slides across my body, beginning their torturous trek back up, only this time, there’s no press pass in his way. His fingers brush past my hardened nipple, sending another wave of chills across my body. “Is that what you think also?” His hand makes its way back down my body, following the same path he just used, coming to a stop in my middle, he once again clasps his hands together.

“Yes, please.” I say on a gasp, my body craving any attention it can get from him.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying the expose, Lorali,” he says more huskily than I’m sure he means.

He clears his throat, takes my hand and leads me around the corner. The anticipation of his actions at the next picture drives me forward around the corner.