“Smile,” he said, and I posed quickly, but he dropped the phone to his side. Instead of snapping the photo, he walked over to me and crouched in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I squealed as he scooped me into his arms. Before I could protest, he sat me gently on the curved base of the sculpture. “Oh my God!”
“This is a better angle, sunshine.” He grinned.
“If I fall and die, I’m haunting you.” I giggled.
“It’s not high. I got you.” He made sure I was stable before he stepped back and snapped a few shots. “You look like a fuckin’ model.”
I adjusted my position on the sculpture, trying to hold my balance and still look gorgeous. Quade snapped a few shots.Click. Anotherclick. Then nothing.
“Are you getting the pictures or admiring the view?” I teased.
He didn’t answer, just lowered the phone into his pocket, walked up to me, and slid his hands along my thighs.
“What are you?—”
“Tasting art.”
Quade stepped closer, his hands trailing softly along my thighs, thumbs brushing just beneath the hem of my dress. I held my breath as he bent lower, easing my knees apart. He looked up at me once.
“You comfortable?” he asked, gripping me tight.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Safe word?”
“Tempo.”
“Perfect.” He ducked between my thighs without saying another word. His lips latched onto my clit, devouring me like he was starved.
“Ooh,” I cried out as his tongue made its way around my center. My hands gripped the edge of the sculpture behind me.
“She so wet for me, damn.” He grunted and then returned his face between my legs. The heat of his mouth made my thighs tremble as he sucked me gently.
“Yes! Ooh!” I moaned, not giving a damn that we were outside. I should have been embarrassed, but every lick and suck had me caring less and begging for more. My hips bucked into him, and I felt myself about to release.
“Quade!” I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him into my middle. “I’m cumming!” My legs shook around his head as he continued lapping up my juices.
“Shit, girl!” He rose slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning as if he’d just lived the best ten minutes of his life. He gave me a dark smile as he hooked his hand into the waistband of his shorts, freeing his dick. My breath caught as he stepped between my thighs, guiding my hips to the edge of the sculpture. Without a word, he slid inside me, and my head instantly fell back in pleasure. He moved inside me like he knew my body by heart.
“Yes!” I moaned as he rolled his hips forward. My hands scrambled behind me, clutching the edge of the sculpture for dear life.
“Just like that, baby! Don’t stop!” I moaned, not wanting this feeling to end. I couldn’t get enough of how good he felt inside me.
“Fuck!” Quade grunted. “You so fucking perfect, baby. You were made for me.” He moved in and out of me, hitting every corner of my middle. It felt like I was floating, and I damn near was.
“Quade,… oh my?—”
“Say my name again. I need to hear it.”
“Quade! Baby, I’m cumming!” I screamed as he moved inside me hard and deep. Every thrust was more intentional than the last. His eyes stayed on mine, and the way he looked at me in that moment threatened to unravel me. I loved this man so much. He was everything I thought I was too broken to have.
“I love you,” he whispered into my ear as if he read my mind, and my breath slowed. It was the first time he’d said those words to me.
“I love you,” I whispered back, clinging to him like he was the only thing tethering me to the Earth. I had never known a love like this one. We didn’t fall in love. We crashed into it, and somehow, we still found wings.
A year ago,I thought peace was fading into the background, living a regular life, free of cameras, free of music, free of the pressure of being rich and famous. Then I walked into Noa’s house, and everything shifted.
