Romantic Drawings For Boyfriend Easy 소설 & 이야기

His jaw clenched, then breathed noisily in frustration. “You’d proven your point yesterday and last night, Mr. Linton.” I stood up and circled to his side. “You’re hot when you’re annoyed and frustrated, don’t you know that?” I cupped his face and pressed my lips to his. I closed my eyes, sensing the softness and firmness of his talented lips. When I pulled back, his eyes still closed. “I like your tattoo, boyfriend.” He cracked his eyes open and looked away. “Not funny.”

He said in a playful whisper, pinching my nose slightly. "Right." I laughed. "Give me your phone for a sec." he said. "Okayy," I drawled using my other hand to open my bag, I brought out my phone and gave it to him. I decided to put the drawing in my bag before I forget later. I'll get a frame and fix it in when I get home. I carefully tore out the page he drew on and returned the pad to him. The girls would be so thrilled to see this, my third gift from Dan. The other two were the umbrella and hanky, now this. I love this so much, after all it was a photo of myself drawn by my destined partner.

He tugged on my hand gently, a crayon drawing gripped in his other fist. “Angel, look! I drew us, having a picnic by the lake!” I knelt down, brushing my hands on my apron before taking the drawing. Two stick figures: one tall with long hair, one short, with a sun overhead. A big blue scribble was the water, and hearts dotted the sky. “It’s beautiful!” I said, forcing a smile as I ran a hand over his dark curls. “You’re such a good artist.” He beamed, hugging my waist, but I stiffened. The tightness in my chest returned, thick and suffocating.

His thumb pressed lightly right beside the scar, only inches from my panties. My pussy clenched hard and I felt a fresh rush of wetness soak into the cotton. God, please don’t let him smell it. But the way he was staring, I knew he already did. Riot picked up a black marker and leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing over my inner thigh. “I’m gonna sketch this freehand first. Stay still for me, baby.” The word “baby” dropped low in my belly and made my clit pulse. He started drawing, the felt tip tickling and dragging along my skin.

I follow, lying on my side facing him. “What?” he asks at last, voice softer. “I continued drawing you,” I blurt. I don’t know why I say it. Maybe because the day is heavy and the air feels thick with things I haven’t said. His brows rise. “Recently?” “This morning. I couldn’t stop adding details.” He stares, then starts laughing. “My face next to columns of barley numbers. Very romantic.” “I’m not romantic,” I say, horrified. “You are absolutely romantic,” he says. “It’s just weaponized.”

She was even more attracted to him because of that. “Quincy, why don’t you come up with an idea to help me? What should I do now?” “Hmm?” Quincy rubbed her chin, thinking about it. A few seconds later, she said, “Come up with a love confession” “How does that work?” “It’s simple. Get some flowers, light some candles… Whatever sounds romantic to you.” “Okay, thanks.” Thanks to Quincy, James now knew what to do. “Don’t mention it. You’re my boyfriend today. Let’s not talk about Thea anymore. You’re mine for the day.”

I ran my thumb over the photo, tracing her face gently. “God… who are you and are you so beautiful?” I whispered without meaning to. A folded piece of paper sat underneath. I picked it up, unfolded it carefully. It was a drawing — a childish one — done by a child of probably six years old, with colored pencils, the edges already yellowed from age. It showed three stick figures, hand in hand: a tall man with dark hair, a beautiful woman beside him, and a little boy with silver hair and grey eyes, a smaller girl beside him, with a big red heart between them.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

Jonathan moaned softly, his hips lifting slightly as the cool ink touched his warm skin. “It feels good,” he whispered. I smiled under the mask and kept going. I drew a small possessive symbol right next to his cock, then moved higher and wrote “Mine” across his left chest, near his heart. I made sure the brush strokes were slow and teasing. I leaned down and licked his nipple while I painted, sucking on it until he was squirming. “Stay still,” I warned, but my voice was rough with lust. I moved between his legs again and lifted them up. I spread his ass cheeks and started drawing another small mark right above his hole. It was a simple “W” that only I would see when I fucked him.

“Understood.” “No. I mean it.” “I will be on your side, no questions, or I sleep on the couch.” “Good!” So I went back to my drawing. So far he had a big love heart with my name in it over his left peck. I had then drawn a really bad version of roses and vines around it to go with the ones on his arm. There were also ‘Don’t mess with Ada’, ‘Ada is queen’, ‘Ada forever’ as well and some daisies… well, my bad version of daisies. I really am not that good at drawing, but I try.