Page 109 of For the Love of Art

At first I felt unsure, but I loved the feeling of his dick on my chest, and my breasts pushed tightly around it. The look in his eyes as he watched where we connected and how his fingers teased my nipples.

With each thrust, I could feel him tensing.

“Fuck Isla.” He groaned. “Oh, God! I’m going to come.”

Nathan went still above me, and I could feel his dick throb and twitch as his cum shot over my chest.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby.” Nathan chuckled. “You look perfect like that.”

Just as he’d done the night before, Nathan left and grabbed a cloth, carefully cleaning me. Afterward, he pulled me into the bed, where we cuddled under the blankets and watched the last fireworks through the door.

“Everything about you is so amazing,” Nathan said, absent-mindedly running his finger along my arm. “How did I get so lucky you stumbled into my gallery?”

I leaned up and kissed him.

Everything was perfect. This house. This weekend. The sex. Him.

All my fears drifted away, so I said, “I don’t want to wait for the opening. I want to go public now.”

Nathan's eyes lit up. “You do?”

I nodded. “Yes. I’m yours. Completely yours.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “We’ll wait for the opening. It’ll be the perfect time. I’m just happy knowing you’re ready.”

He pulled me tighter against him, and I clung to his toned arm.

“You know, I never saw it before you,” he said.

We were going public.

“Saw what?”

We were perfect.

“A future,” he answered simply, then expanded, “Marriage, a house outside the city.”

We were going to be my happily ever after.

“Kids.”

Shit.

“I see it all with you, Isla.” He kissed the top of my head. “I want all of it with you.”

And just like that, I knew our relationship was over.