21 Valeria

PART THREE

“Rose Colored Sorrow.”

21

Valeria

(Valeria first person, Khalid third person)

“Spread your legs wider, Valeria,” Khalid’s husky voice floated through the studio, reminding me of my position.

“I am trying,” I whimpered, the teasing cool air brushing over my exposed, heated skin. Especially my bare sex.

Khalid’s voice was in-between a teasing and soothing tone when he said, “Only for a while, my sweet one. I need to draw your swollen pink clit.”

I glared in his direction, knowing well he was smirking at my delicious torture. It had been four days since we had sex for the first time, opening up to each other, both emotionally and physically. Since then, we had been having sex and making love in every way possible when we were not painting or eating.

That morning when Khalid was bathing me like he always did, he had told me that the painting only needed final touches which he could do by himself. Before I could get sad, he had asked me if he could paint some more of my body.