She nodded, her mouth too heavy to move, her chest rising and falling as the air in the room caressed it lightly.
She thrust her chest forward instinctively, wanting to feel him against her but he only pulled back and moved his hand over her back, through the opening that her opened zip had now created.
"And this?"
Rejection burnt her and her arched back straightened up.
"It wasn't a part of the painting," she answered trying to summon her inner strength to get up from his thighs before her brain would become clouded with lust again and finally become mush, then she would stupidly offer herself to him only to meet his rejection.
His rejection wasn't really her fear right now, she was scared of being desperate and having no shame if he turned her down.
"Maybe we need to do another one. Another painting where you would have to pose for me to get a better inspiration." He looked straight at her and she licked her lower lip, finding her will to stand, slipping from her.
His hand moved lower and he pressed her back further into him so she would arch her body towards him, an order her body followed without a fight.
She was panting again, her chest raising and falling, her hands holding the fabric of her gown in a tight grip. As she fought to maintain her composure.
"And these should be in them." His gaze fell to her chest. "They get me so excited."
He finally brought his lips down to her breast, pressing peppering kisses around her soft flesh.
A jolt raced through her and she straddled him further, rocking herself slightly against him, feeling his member throb against her. Moans slipped past her lips, including the ones she had been hoping to bite back.
Her panties were absolutely wet now.
There was no doubting that.
Any moment now and she would become a whimpering mess.
What was he doing to her?
"Every part of you gets me excited."
When his lips came around her nipple, all hell broke loose. Her toes were curling to the point that they ached, her breathing became heavy, her pants loud. She threw her head back when she felt his lips latched upon her nipple as he sucked, expressing the assault to the other nipple like a gentleman.
Her hands flew up to hold his head in place and she found herself closing her eyes, her pace on rutting herself against him increasing, as she wriggled on him.
"El--," her voice was interrupted by a moan as she jolted herself into him.
Her head felt light and she grew thirsty for many things that even she couldn't understand.
His hand moved around her, pulling her away from him.
She whimpered, protesting, but he paid her no need and allowed his hand to explore her gown instead.
His finger tapped against her clit and she shivered.
Her breathing was rough.
'How did I paint this?"
He added more pressure, pressing his thumb against her throbbing sex, through the damp panties, and she dropped her head, resting against his chest, panting, muttering something inaudible under her breath simply because she couldn't say it more coherently.
Her brain just couldn't handle that right now.
Her thoughts were disoriented and the pleasure that pooled at her lower belly threatened to drown her, pull her under, anyone.
She could feel ecstasy raise in her like a volcano and she gave in to the friction that her brain requested but Eli was quick to deprive her of that.
"Please, let me." She begged, looking at him with teary eyes.
His eyes seemed unfocused too.
"You are the one stopping yourself. Us." He whispered, his voice now gruff. He pulled her away from him until the pressure of his bulge was gone "Your arousal," he closed his eye and took in a deep breath. "You smell good."
She wanted to find something to say about him too, in fact, she had a lot to say about him, but all she could think about was the pleasure he was denying her of. One that she so badly needed.
"You are punishing me, Eli." Her lower lip trembled. "I did not do anything wrong. Why are you doing this to me?"
He shrugged.
"I am only trying my best to help you keep your promise." He pushed his head back, and let out a sigh that sounded more like a groan that resonated from his chest.
Then he was looking back at her, his gaze unfocused as it had been before.
Like he was intoxicated.
"You should get up now."
"One moment," she said, her heart racing in panic that this was the end. She struggled against his hold, trying to pull herself back to the position she had been in before. A position that held promise.
All she had to do was fall into her ecstasy and she would be alright, she would be fine once she could get her orgasm.
"Donna." He said in warning.
"Please."
"Donna." He gritted when she didn't stop.
"Please!" She cried out in frustration. He was too strong for her to fight against.
"You should be happy that I am trying my best to keep your promise."
"To hell with the promise."
He frowned.
"It is really important to you."
How dare he did there with a hard-on and tell her the truth?
How dare he?
She blinked, looking everywhere.
He was right but---
"You said there are other things."
His eyes sparked with a glint.
"Further explanation?"
"Let us do them."
"Are you sure?"
She gave a jerky nod, feeling her nipples go taut again, her veins coursing with desire at the thought of whatever that might be.
She had expected him to pull her closer and do whatever it was that he had in mind, but no, instead he carried her off his thighs and placed her on her feet.
Shs had been a bit unbalanced but he had steadied her.
Then he walked over to his desk, leaning against it while he stared at the scrolls he had been working on before.
Her eyes burnt with tears of rejection and she looked down at her exposed body, her hands fiddling with her gown.
She started pulling it on but had been startled when she heard the sound of things crashing to the ground. The scrolls had been tossed to the floor along with other things and the table was empty.
What was wrong with him? He liked his environment tidy.
Suddenly, he moved to her and seated her on the table.
She blinked in confusion till he threw her a gentle order.
"Lay back and spread your thighs apart."