Dean woke up after napping for a couple of hours. He laid on top of Sydney’s bed and felt the cool breeze of the ceiling fan on his nude body. He rubbed his eyes and sat up to find Sydney gone. He then heard a noise from below and realized she was in the kitchen.
He got up and walked over to the drawing she made of him. In precise detail, she perfectly captured him. What would take an artist weeks or months to perfect, his girlfriend did it within a matter of hours. From the soft dimples in his cheeks to the light beard on his face, all the way down to his washboard abs and muscular legs, her detail was immaculate.
“It’s not finished yet,” she said as she climbed back up the stairs.
“It’s perfect,” Dean commented, “are you going to put it on the blog?”
“Um, no.” Sydney chuckled and handed him bottled water. “I don’t think that would be appropriate.”
“Why not? I’m not ashamed of my body.” He took a swig of water.
“Privacy, babe. I’m sure you don’t want everyone to know about this,” she countered as she studied the drawing. She had a few more tweaks to do but it was just about finished.
“Hey, you need to get your artwork out into the world. You need to let everyone know how wonderful you are. This is the perfect opportunity to do so.” He set the water down. “Post it. You have my blessing.”
“You know when I’ll post this, this means things will change.” Sydney warned. “People will probably know we’re together.”
“Good,” Dean pressed his naked body against Sydney’s fully clothed one. His erection nudged into her. He kissed her neck as his hands traveled up to her breasts and lightly squeezed them. “There won’t be any confusion on who I’m with.”
Heat coated Sydney’s body and her heart slammed against the wall of her chest. She leaned against her boyfriend and let him undress her. He slowly opened the buttoned-down shirt before moving to undoing her jeans and pulling the zipper down. He slipped a hand inside her panties and played with her sex. “Say my name, Syd.”
“Dean,” she muttered.
“Say it,” he played with her more.
“Dean.” Her body moved in motion with his fingers.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Dean!” She cried as the orgasm washed over her and she buckled against him. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He stripped off her clothes and sheathed a condom on him before he entered her. They moved in frantic motion; tongues entangled, fingers interlocked as they became one yet again.
Game Misconduct will be available next week for 99 cents. It is the second part in the Breakaway trilogy, also on sale for 99 cents.