Chapter 16: Paint Me

**DAWES**

I stood up, grabbing her hip and ankle to flip her over. Once on her knees, I sat down on the floor, lowered my head between her arched legs, and sucked on her clit. Letty lowered her core and shook her hips, instantly knowing I wanted her to ride my face. I reached up and smacked her ass. Letty's body lurched forward, and she hissed, "Again! Spank my ass again!"

Who was I to deny her? I dove the fingers of one hand into her soaking wet opening, sucked and licked from her clit to my fingers, and back up again. When she was begging me for more, I smacked her ass twice before she came all over my mouth, chin, fingers, and throat. I groaned at how fucking sexy that was. I slowly pulled out from under her.

Letty collapsed, catching her breath while I pulled a condom from my wallet and removed my jeans and briefs.

"If you are not balls deep in me in the next three seconds--" I line up my now sheathed tip and plunge in before Letty finishes her sentence. I'm in, but not all the way. I should take a moment for us to adjust to each other. I started to pull back when Letty grabbed my hand.

"Deeper!" she moans before I bottom out. I stilled and sucked in a calming breath. She was so tight and perfect for me that I could feel the tingle of my orgasm at the base of my spine already. I closed my eyes, trying to go over plays in my head, but Letty pulled and pushed her body against my cock on her own.

I grabbed her hips to slow her, "Fuck, Baby, if you keep doing that, I won't last."

"Good! I'm so close! Grant! Fuck me hard." Letty says over her shoulder.

"As you wish," I grunt and pound into her. When I can't take much more, I smack Letty's bouncing ass; her walls clamp down, milking me as she cums, screaming my name. I tumble over the edge and rock into her through our orgasms. When I'm thoroughly spent, we both collapse onto the bed. I stare up at the vaulted ceiling. I try to breathe again when Letty sighs contently, reminding me of a purr, "Thank you."

I can't help the delirious laugh that bubbles up, so I meet her eyes, "I should be the one thanking you and god that you even let me look at you, let alone fuck you."

Her eyes sparkle with amusement, and her cheeks flair with a blush. I lean over to kiss her forehead, then leap up, "I'll be right back. Don't move."

She smiles, "I couldn't even if I wanted to."

I make my way to the bathroom, dispose of the condom, and then head to where I thought the kitchen might be. I needed water, and I'm sure Letty did too. I passed three empty rooms and emerged between an open space and a galley kitchen. There was precisely one lazy boy chair that had seen better days. I opened a few cabinets, noticing barely any appliances, kitchen wares, or food. I located two glasses and filled them with water. I stood in the middle of her nearly empty kitchen, feeling extremely exposed. Not because I was naked as the day I was born, but worry over why her whole house seemed empty. Not even the walls hosted art or photos. It was just bare. That protective drive flared, and I moved toward the doorway before I could stop. I checked the front door to ensure it was locked before returning to Letty's room.

She had moved to pull down the covers on her bed but hadn't dressed. I admired the bare curves of her body in the warm light from a lamp in the corner. I glanced around this room, and besides the bed and one lamp, there was no other furniture or items. It was weird. I suppressed my protective instincts enough not to demand answers.

"Take a picture. It will last longer." Letty quipped.

"I'd rather draw your picture. That way, I can stare at your naked body longer." I blurt. Fuck that was not smooth at all. In fact, it was borderline creepy again. Something about Letty just threw me off the little game I possessed.

"Well, Shit. Dawes, paint me like one of your French ladies." Letty giggled and lay on the bed, moving into the same pose as Kate Winslet in the Titanic. I strolled up to her, handing over her water glass. "Sorry. Next time?"

Please say there will be a next time. Letty's eyebrows shot up in surprise before they sunk into a 1000-watt smile. Fuck, that smile right there was the sole reason for our one-night stand. Every atom of my being wanted to do everything It could to see her smile like that. I chugged the water to hide my thoughts. Letty also took a sip of her water and then appeared apprehensive. She rolled her lip between her teeth. I took her glass from her, "I can hear you thinking. Tell me."

"Um... You can stay," she mutters, then instantly backtracks. I mean, you don't have to if you would rather go. I'm an adult and have no expectations or illusions about what this is."

"oh yeah?" I mused. Letty had no idea how badly I wanted her. I wanted to stay and spoon her all night. I didn't want to be a fling for her. I wanted her to be mine. That feeling scared the shit out of me. In the span of a week, I went from a fucking monk to being at the mercy of this incredible woman. I must be crazy, insane; I took one too many checks to the boards for feeling this way. Yet it felt so right. Being with Letty made me feel the same way I do when my blade hits the ice. *Like I'm home.* When she gazed at me with those hazel eyes, I relented. "Letty, I wasn't planning on leaving unless you told me to. I do have a 6 am practice tomorrow, though."

She smiled and patted the spot beside her, "So get in here and get some sleep."

I ran the glasses to her bathroom counter, then leaped in next to a giggling Letty. She cuddled up to my side, her leg draped over my waist and her hand resting with her cheek on my chest. I absentmindedly stroked her thigh.

"Letty?" I asked.

"Hmm?" She replied sleepily.

"Were you robbed?"

She let out a small chuckle, "No. I wasn't robbed."

"Just moved in?" I press.

Her voice was barely audible, "No, I sold some stuff."

I wasn't sure how to process that, but I felt her breathing even out as she fell asleep. I kissed the top of her head before my eyelids drooped closed.