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Carson kept surprising me. Over and above everything, however, he proved to be a man with a beautiful soul who was also an amazing lover.
He also didn’t take my shit.
And these cute minor battles always descended into passionate sex against a wall or me bent over a table and him punishing me with his cock pounding into me and making me cry like a bitch in heat.
That was the entrée. In bed, we made love. Or so Carson described it as that. It felt like lovemaking for me too. I’d never had a man massage me every night.
After licking me to the point of madness, he’d take me nice and slow, his gaze unshifting as though searching for my soul. We’d move in perfect rhythm, and he’d fill me to bursting point. His shaft seemed to thicken the deeper he penetrated, scraping sizzling pleasure points until a roaring orgasmic firestorm took possession.
“I was meant to finish the course last year.” I laughed at my relentless procrastinating. “They asked me to practice drawing things around me, just to loosen up my hand. I’m not sure why because I’m studying design, which involves using software.”
He flicked through my drawings, which made me feel a little bashful. “They’re not very good,” I said.
“I disagree. They’re great. I could never do that.”
Apart from sketches of chairs and still life, I’d drawn a picture of Carson, and even a self-portrait.
“Do I look like that?” he asked, tilting his head to study the image of his face.
I laughed. “I told you I’m not that good.”
“No. It’s well executed. Just that I look quite weathered.”
I studied him with a growing smile. “Ooh, is that a hint of vanity?”
“Well, I am human. I can’t imagine anyone wants to look older.”
“True. But you don’t look older. You look rugged, which I find very sexy. Give me that any day to smooth-faced men.”
He chuckled. “I’ll be sure to hang out in the sun more often.”
I held his stare and went serious. “Does it matter to you? How I see you?”
He chewed on the side of his lip. “I think so. I mean, you’re drop-dead gorgeous, and I’m just a regular guy.”
I frowned. “I wouldn’t describe you that way. Girls look at you all the time.”
“Do they?” His lips curled in a sexy grin, and I wanted to slap him.
“Are you fishing for compliments?”
“Nope. I meant it. I’m not sure why women like me.”
“Well, you’re tall, well-built, got cute brown eyes. And you’re…” I stretched my leg and massaged his bulge with my foot.
He returned a hooded gaze and then moved my foot delicately. “I’ve got to get some more wood before that turns to wood.” He grinned. “Anyway, you’ve got a ton of talent.” He flicked a page and paused at my self-portrait. “Can I have that?”
“It’s not very good. I look unhappy. And it’s only a quick sketch.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s beautiful.” He stroked my cheek. “It captures you well. You’re amazing, Savvie. You need to harness this talent.”
Tears burned at the back of my eyes. No one had ever said that to me before. My family always tried to encourage me, but I’d never had someone say I possessed some kind of special gift.
I chuckled tightly. “And I thought my only talent was shopping and clothes.”
“Oh, you’ve got talent in many areas.” He gave me a crooked smile. “You look great in anything, Savvie.”
My cheeks fired up. “Now you’re making me blush.”
