<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Do you like it? I tried to put myself into your body when I had to made the decision…if I am wrong, we can repaint it with the other one…” </span>Lea should her head in the negative. Carlos then answered her other question,<span style="font-style: italic">“Later, honey, I would be very happy to eat one of your delicious meal. But right now I could need a helping hand around the windows…” </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“Alright…”</span>she replied softly, her eyes scanning the area for the supplies she needed. She found them easily enough and brought them towards the windows to begin her work. She was a little shaky, but somehow she managed to stay steady enough to keep the lines clean. She found herself constantly looking over to Carlos and ripping her eyes away just as he would look at her. She was flustered, a blush extending across her cheek bones and her green eyes dilated with desire.<br/><br/>The work was fast, but it felt terribly slow to Lea as her mind went off into fantasies about Carlos, causing her body to feel heated and tingled. She wanted nothing more than for Carlos to touch her again, even with his roughness. She licked her lips without realizing it, a slight sheen of sweat glistening across her collar bones and forehead as she tried to keep her mind clean. It was difficult, though, with Carlos’ muscles dancing in front of her eyes, his manly grunts as he had to reach difficult spots high on the wall, the way his dark eyes focused on his work. Everything about him painting was obscenely sexy.<br/><br/>The room was done and Lea looked around at the work, satisfied. It had taken them roughly three or so hours and Lea’s muscles ached from the work. She didn’t care though, as she turned to Carlos with a smile.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> “This is much better,”</span>she said happily, but her eyes fell from his face to his body. She stared at him for a moment, then realized what she was doing, her face turning bright red and she forced her eyes back to his. She didn’t comment, though, at her actions.<span style="color: #FF80FF">“Would you like dinner now…?”</span>she asked breathlessly.