“What are you doing here?” she asked, neither of them moving.
“You inspired me to paint. I needed to clear my head so I came here, thought it would be just me and Mom and Dad,” he said.
“Well how come we haven’t seen you? Where is your car?” Suzie felt confused.
“I did not want anyone to know I was here to paint so I told Mom and Dad that I would hang in the studio while you were here. We figured you guys were here to spend time together anyway,” Jeff said.
At that, tears welled up in Suzie’s eyes again as she thought about what he said. She turned to leave, sadly wanting to end the whole charade, feeling lost. Jeff grabbed her arm and wouldn’t let go. She tried to pull away, her face crunching in anger. He held tighter and pulled her to his chest. His strong naked chest felt cool against her cheek. Her tears ran down his stomach and she traced them as he held her.
They stood that way for a long time. Jeff with his arms wrapped around Suzie, who was caressing his chest and stomach. He started to breathe heavier and was holding her still unmoving. Suzie’s tears dried and she was breathing him in more heavily, her desire once again clouding her judgement. Oh when he was shirtless he could make her forget about everything except his muscles that rippled down to his belt buckle. Reaching up she stroked his gruff beard and kissed him gently on the neck.
Feeling desperate to touch him one last time she kissed him harder and pulled his face to her. At the same time, he picked her up with a moan and her breasts landed right in front of his face. Laughing, Suzie pulled off her shirt and bra and wiggled in his arms. Her breasts bounced up and down in front of his face and he dropped his mouth open in a long moan. He used his bearded face to rub her breasts, teasing her nipples erect. She moaned and thrust her hips into him. Looking around the cluttered room wide eyed, Jeff made a quick decision. He shifted his weight and threw her up over his shoulder, slapping her bum and striding to the back of the room and up a concealed staircase. Suzie shrieked and clawed at his back.
In the loft, there was a small living space with a desk, and some shelving. This was where Jeff had obviously been staying and it was cozy with a skylight to the forest outside. Jeff set her down onto a futon that had been converted to a bed and he stood above her, looking her up and down.
“You shouldn’t have come here today. That was a very bad idea,” he growled.
“Yes, it was. Very bad,” Suzie said and then pouted.
Jeff crawled toward her, pulling her pants off as he went, kissing every inch of her with wide, needing eyes. When he got to her ear he whispered, “I need to paint you.”
“Now?” Suzie giggled and writhed beneath him.
“No,” he said forcefully and pressed into her. Fumbling with his belt he covered her mouth with his so she wouldn’t say anything else. She laughed as he struggled and pushed his hands away, fiddling to get his belt off herself. Her breasts rubbed against him and he fondled them, moving his mouth to each one while Suzie undid his pants and pulled them down. Pushing her back into the bed he removed his pants fully and returned his attention to her. He rubbed his hands up her inner legs spreading them and his whole body followed.
She moaned, “Oh Jeff” as he slid into her and he covered her mouth with his hand. She bit him and he growled in surprise, leaning over and biting her lip and then pressing his lips to hers. Their tongues met and matched the rhythm of their bodies as they touched each other with longing. Clawing at him, to bring him closer, she clenched her legs around him as intense waves of pleasure rocked her body. She fell back into the bed and he crawled up behind her. Cradling her into him, he reached around and fondled her, touching every part of her body with his precise hands, making her call out in a moan again even as he was building to his own release. They stayed there, bodies naked and entangled, breathing heavily.
Neither of them wanted to say anything because things needed to be said, things that had been avoided for too long. Suzie turned to look at him and saw he was staring at her body. She kissed his full lips much more gently now though she felt inside a burning passion that she could easily get started on round two right away. The way he was looking at her was driving her crazy. But reality was niggling at her and once again she was torn. She touched his chest and looked him in the eye.
“What are we going to do?” she asked.
“We already did it.” He winked as he spoke. Jeff rolled away and got up, pulling on his pants.
Suzie opened her mouth to speak again but Jeff shushed her and strode to the window. “Get under the blanket,” he said as he heard the door open. Suzie hid under the blanket, her heart pounding.
From down below, steps could be heard and then, “Hello.” It was Helen. Suzie hoped Jeff had a plan.
“Hi Mom.” Jeff came down the stairs towards her.
“Oh hi Jeff. I thought you were gone. Where is Suzie?” she asked.
“I dunno,” he replied.
“She didn’t paint much. Was she here when you got back?” she asked.
“No,” Jeff said quickly.
“Oh she must have gone for a walk,” his mom said. “Are you going to tell me who inspired that painting? She is gorgeous. It is not that Cindy girl you brought here was it? I did not see the passion you have for this one. Is she…”
“Stop,” Jeff said, cutting her off in anger. “There is no inspiration it is just a painting. I thought we agreed not to talk about it.”
“My poor boy. I am your mom. I know there is a person who inspired that painting whether you will admit it or not; your paintings are always ama
zing but this one shows love.” She smiled at him.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jeff grumbled.
“Well I have to go find Suzie. But we will talk more about this,” she said and then patted him on the arm and left.