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.
