<strong>Hector Cobblepot with Valerie, at a loss for words and trying to decide if he is dreaming or not.</strong><br/><br/>Hector could not get his tongue unwrapped as she seemed to curse it with entanglement every time she spoke. A few drops of sweat had formed on his brow as he tried to stay vigilant in only looking at her face but he found it hard to avoid the sway of her hips and his loins twitched once more. Good lord this was going to be harder than he was expecting, especially with the things that Demetri was saying inside his mind. Thankfully he had managed to keep his mouth shut to hold Demetri at bay for the most part but he knew he would eventually have to speak and that that might be just the opening that Demetri was waiting for.<br/><br/>Nodding to her words, he watched her lie back and his eyes absently shifted down her small, firm breasts, seeing the way her nipples were already perking up. He couldn’t tell if it was the chillness of the air or if there was something else as he had noticed that her breath had become quite shallow as she spoke. So as not to worry the poor women with his silence, Blake beat Demetri to the bunch and loosened the tongue. “An excellent choice miss, blues and greens would look lovely upon your soft, porcelain skin. I believe whites to accent the curves and blacks to define the edges. As for the rose, why we will keep such a passionate color for your womanhood so that it might be view was a wild, alluring flower.”<br/><br/>Taking a seat next to her, Hector silently prayed that he did not have a throbbing erection tenting his pants. It was hard to tell as he couldn’t focus enough down there to risk Demetri getting loose and he didn’t want to look down directly as that would draw her focus and he had promised he would be a gentleman. But damn it that is was hard, especially since he was pretty sure she had just confessed to being a virgin. Hadn’t she? He couldn’t recall correctly as the voices were fighting in his head once more.<br/><br/>He offered a nod to her offer to position her however he pleased. Smiling he leaned forward on the edge of his seat, Blake working his tongue as his hands moved her. “Very well miss Valerie. Let’s have you recline a bit more sensually so that you can feel comfortable and sexy as we paint. Let’s see, hand back over your head like this. Excellent.” He moved her hands to recline against that arm of the lounge chair. “Hips are perfect though we might open them later to really let that lovely flower shine forth. Yes I see your nipples are growing hard, that will show when we press you to the canvas.”<br/><br/>As he was speaking, he reached with his left hand to grab a fan brush. He was planning on using it first as the curve of the breasts was perfect for the fan brushes. Taking the brush, he smiled and reached forth to brush its clean bristles across her nipples gently to see how hard they were. To his delight, as well as Demetri’s, he could see them noticeable perk up at the contact. Not wanting to get too fixated upon it, he leaned back, dipping the fan brush in the teal. Slowly he lifted the brush, making sure not to drop any paint upon the ‘canvas’ just yet. “It’s going to be a little chill…”<br/><br/>Smiling, he leaned over her left breast and gently placed the paint covered upon the outside edge of her breast. Focused on his work, he did not look up at her face as his tongue poked out the right side of his mouth, revealing his focus even though he was biting down on the tongue as well to keep it motionless from Demetri. Gently he dragged the brush along the curve, moving it to the underside of her lovely breast and then towards the middle. The paint spread smoothly upon her skin and he could see goose bumps rising along her skin from the cool contact as well as her nipple perking a little. It made a smirk tease at his lips as he dipped the brush again. Gently he reached out, grasping her breast. For a second he glanced at her, hoping it was okay but he recalled that she had said to move her as he saw fit. Lifting her firm breast up a little, he dragged the brush along the underside once more, painting to the base in slow, curving strokes.<br/><br/>Releasing her breast once more, he collected more paint, taking his time to follow smooth, curved strokes around her breast until he had coated up to her areola, leaving it untouched. Reached for a fat brush, he dipped it in the cream and stippled her nipple, pressing the brush straight down on the nipple. To add a little pleasure for her, he twirled the brush, causing the bristles to spin around her perked nipple.<br/><br/>Setting that brush aside, he took up his fan brush and began with her right breast, hand firmly grasping it as she was lying on her right side and it was lower. Lifting it in his rough, paint flecked hand he moved it around slowly as the brush applied the paint in slow, teasing strokes. He was clearly focused on his work though every sound that might slip from her lovely lips would only help in stirring the arousal that was forming in his loins, something that was only giving Demetri more strength to battle against Hector’s shifting will. As he coated up to her areola once more, he grasped the stippling brush. This time he glanced up at her, watching her face as he slowly lowered the brush to her nipple and swirled it around, Demetri controlling him and curious to see what her facial expression would be to the touch.<br/>