I do as he says because I don't want to miss out. It's just beautiful and I don't know how to describe it. I take some photos, imagining how they are going to look when they are painted. I am so engrossed in my work that I don't hear Alexander behind me.
"The view is more beautiful tonight," he says as he moves closer. "That's because you are in it." His hand reaches to grab the back of my neck and I don't know how he does it, but suddenly I am facing him. He kisses me hard. Much harder than earlier. These kisses mean something. I'm not sure what, but they do. This beautiful Greek God of a man wants me. I’m not going to turn him down anytime soon. I felt the connection when I first talked to him, even before I knew who he was. I felt it. Deep in my soul.
He moves me so that I’m leaning against the glass window, his hands running down my sides. He lifts me so that I wrap my legs around him. "Do you know how much I want to taste you and fuck you against this window? Do you know how many times I have thought about it since we met last night."
"You have?"
"Yes, Emily, I have. I was watching you last night interacting with the investors and the other artists and you were a natural. However, I didn't want the men looking at you like they were. I wanted you all to myself."
"Stalker much," I say, laughing at him.
"I know and I’m never, ever like that. You have set emotions free inside of me that I never knew I had. I keep myself closely guarded and never open myself up to being hurt. I work too much. My work is my sole responsibility. I don't like distractions. I don't want distractions. I don't want a woman in my life to take me away from my work." He looks at me and I know that I have tears in my eyes. Is he telling me that this is all we can have?
"Emily, I want to be distracted by you. I want you to take me away from my work. I want whatever this feeling is with you, Iwant that so badly. I crave it. I crave you. I know we don't really know each other, but I want to know everything about you." He kisses me again, and tears flow down my cheeks. He wipes them away with his thumbs as he asks, "What are they for?"
"I thought you were going to tell me that you didn't want to see me again, apart from when I've finished my artwork."
He laughs. "The complete opposite, I don't know how I’m going to let you go to do your artwork."
We kiss again and gently he lowers me slowly to the floor. There is no disputing the fact he is rock hard. I feel every goddam inch of his arousal. "I want you naked in front of that window," he says, his voice husky and deep.
"Then you'd better take my clothes off because my hands are shaking right now."
He peels my top off and I watch him admire my body. I'm not skinny. I'm not what you would call fat either. I'm curvy. I'm shapely, but I own every inch of it.
"So fucking beautiful," he says, and as he leans closer, he unhooks my bra so my breasts are released. Cupping them, plumping them into generous handfuls, he kisses each nipple before taking them into his mouth and sucking on them. I lean against the window, moaning at all the sensations rushing through me.
When he hears me moan, he puts his hand on my jeans, undoes the buttons and then he pushes them down, holding them while I step out of them. He has taken my knickers with him too.
He is now face to face and staring at my pussy "Bare. I love it." He takes one of his fingers and runs it between my lips. "So wet for me, Emily."
"Yes," I breathe, as I watch his every movement. "I'm at a disadvantage here, Alexander. You’re wearing too many clothes."
He laughs. "I'm not ready to leave your pussy yet. I need a taste. While he's on his knees, he lifts me so that my legs are over his shoulder, and he leans me against the glass holding me in place. His mouth is at my core, and I’m holding my breath in anticipation of his tongue touching me and lathing me in the way that I need for my release. It’s building up inside me like never before.
His tongue lashes out and flicks my clit, and I mew like a cat as I arch my bag against the cool glass. When he looks up at me and it's the most beautiful thing. His blue eyes sparkle like the ocean on a sunny day. "You taste so fucking good, Em. I want more." He pulls my lips apart and sticks his tongue inside my pussy. And fuck, it feels so good.
"Alex... Alex don't stop. I need to come." His eyes find mine as he pummels his tongue inside me faster and faster. Then his thumb finds my clit and assaults me there too. I can't cope with the dual attack and suddenly I scream out his name. "Alex. Oh my god, Alex."
He slows down as my orgasm subsides and then he puts my feet back on the floor before straightening up. "You called me Alex. No one has ever called me that."
"You called me Em. I like Alex. That's the person you are when you are with me. You might be Mr. Hartfield to some, Alexanderto others, but you are Alex to me. The gorgeous kind man who let me have the first orgasm." I smile down up at him, and he mirrors it right back.
"Well, I'd better get on with the next one then because I intend for you to have a few before I do. I won’t be selfish man where your orgasms are concerned, Em." I smile. I love him calling me that.
"Then we need to undress you." I undo the buttons on his shirt and peel it away from his skin. He is well built. "You clearly go to the gym, Mr. Hartfield."
He growls. "That's not my name."
I laugh. "Alex, you clearly go to the gym."
He smiles. "Yes, I do. And I'm glad if it means I will have enough stamina to keep you happy."
Next, I go for his suit trousers, undoing his belt before the button and zip. Then I drop them and help him to step out of them. I remove his boxers too and his cock stands to attention right in front of my face. I look up at him. His eyes are rolling and I haven't even touched him yet.
I grab his cock. "I want a small taste of this beautiful cock." I don't wait for his approval before taking his cock into my mouth.
"Em, I'm trying hard here to not come like a teenage boy." He watches me as I move my mouth up and down his shaft.
