His eyes darkened. “That’s all I fucking need.”
He lunged forward, cradling my head in his hands as his lips explored mine, forcing mine open in a ravenous kiss. I knew this kiss too well, it was demanding, it was lustful, it was his way of quieting my mind and let go and be me.
I yanked on my chain, knowing that I couldn’t make it further. I ached to touch him just as his hands moved from my head to craving to touch my body. My half-naked body that yearned to be held, to be desired. My body arched into him as he got up on his knees to loom over me.
He pressed me into the canvas, the stretched out material grazing my back. I jerked away, “Careful, sugar, you’re going to ruin a masterpiece.” I chuckled, trying to peak over my shoulder at what he had been painting. With one turn from my head, a handsome smile appeared.
“I’m looking at her. The most beautiful masterpiece. One that I would like to ruin over and over again only for me to make beautiful again. Especially when she looks like an angel falling when she comes around my cock.”
There he was my own big personal devil. I played along.
“I certainly wouldn’t want to get too messy for you.” I licked my lips, throwing my arm around his neck.
“Sometimes you have to make a little mess to make something beautiful.” His breath was hot on my skin. I reveled in it, the way he made me feel like a brand new woman with a fiery passion that just wanted to explode.
All I felt was teeth and lips sucking, making more marks, his mark. He pulled us up, pressing further into the canvas, with an outstretched hand looking for something. In a blink, his chest bare to me, every cut of his muscle made my mouth water. He pulled away, dragging a paint brush across my torso, a dark blue smeared across, only to connect to the canvas behind me.
My body felt hot, waiting for his every move, his kiss trailing along my breast, bucking against him. All I wanted to do was touch him, but the damn cuff held me back. The snap of it made him chuckle. “What do you want?”
My eyes dropped down to his cock that was pressing hard against the zipper. I couldn’t help but chew on my lower lip, my own hunger driving my desire. “I shouldn’t want to, but you make it so damn hard to say no.”
“What’s telling you no? Can’t be that dripping pussy that hasn’t stopped since we got here,” he teased.
I pulled back, the thread of honesty with him was a newer feeling, but we weren’t hiding things anymore. “I’m scared.”
His hand lightly gripped the back of my neck. “You can tell me to stop, although we both know you want this. I can be soft, or I can show you how much I want to take every ounce of you, how much you consume me, drive me mad.” His hand moved fromneck to my ass, giving it a good squeeze before a sharp, familiar delectable pain drove me along the edge. “I want to know every little secret desire you have, the ones that creep in the bottom of your mind.”
There were plenty, ones that were unspoken, too nervous to do anything for the fear of judgement. It had happened once before, it could happen again. I wanted it to be rough, I wanted to be driven mad, I wanted to feel like I was dreaming only to wake up with a dream come true, I wanted to feel like the shadows were caving in. And all that was pointing to one man that would make that a reality.
“Uncuff me and I’ll tell you,” I teased.
He did and dropped it to the floor. He pulled the paintbrush against my skin, dragging it to the other side. Colors smeared on his skin, creating my own version of a masterpiece. He kept pulling different colors until our bodies were cascading in color, all the warm and coolness spreading like second skin.
My hands searched for his cock, strained against the fabric of his pants. I cupped him, feeling the thickness which only led to the tingling to my vagina. He hissed as I massaged him, playing with him.
“I imagine a lot. Your hand wrapped around my throat, controlling the air I breathe only to release at just the right moment to bring me pleasure.” He inched closer, the cat-like grin appeared, and I knew I was in for good. My fingers popped his jean button; my eyes grew wider. He slid his knee between my legs, propping at the right height of my clit.
My fingers trail along the zipper, pulling it down. “I want to wake up dreaming about your tongue in my pussy, driving me to the edge as my legs threaten to close.”
“Oh, peaches, I can make that happen. Maybe I’ll bury my cock in your sweet pussy, slowly waking you up, just to fuck you harder.”
“Is that a promise?” I pouted, before I shoved my hand down to grip his cock. He was hard as a rock and I wanted him fucking me against the canvas. I didn’t care if my ass left a print.
“It’s a guarantee.” He groaned as I slowly drifted my fingers along his shaft. “I think you have talked long enough, show me what you want. I know you want to wrap those pretty lips around me.” He dropped everything, including his pants, and stepped out of them.
I dropped to my knees, I wanted the taste, I wanted all of him, just like he wanted all of me. I gazed up, his hand cupping my chin, “What a fucking beautiful sight. A true gift.”
I parted my mouth, leaned in and teased his tip, swirling my tongue just around the tip. The slight salt taste of precum filled my senses. I never took my eyes off of the dark giant of a man as he threaded his hand in my hair. Allowed me the control, and I ran with it. I took him inch by inch, watching his face twist in pleasure.
Mine.
The wild thought flew across my mind. I sucked him down, taking every inch and girth of him. He gripped tighter, but not bruising like Chris had before, but one that tamed and yet driven with control. His groans made me wetter and with one hand wrapped around him as I sucked on him, the other traveled to my wet pussy, playing with my clit.
I could come just from his groans and knowing that I was doing that. I closed my eyes, getting lost in it.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he hissed out, feeling his own release threatening to come to surface, all from the madness.
I circled my clit, the more he pistoned his hips, and I gave one last trick, pushing him on the edge. I opened wider and relaxed my throat, his hitting the very back of my throat. I paused there, only to look up with my eyes watering. I knew just that a second longer, I’d make him come like a teenage boy.
