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“Nix,” I moan as his words bring tears to my eyes.
“And so incredibly strong, baby. I love you so much.” I moan again and he bites my earlobe a little harder. “Don’t stop painting.”
Growling, this time in frustration, I keep gliding my brush across the canvas and he pumps into me faster.
“Yes,” I sigh, feeling the orgasm build inside me. He groans, burying his head in my neck. He rocks his hips against my ass, rubbing himself on me. He pants into my neck, short little bursts of air rushing over my sensitized skin.
“Don’t stop painting.”
This time I nod. His other hand dips into my shorts and starts rubbing my throbbing clit. I grind into his hands, my brushstrokes growing harsher and more dramatic with each swipe of his talented fingers.
When my release crashes over me, I throw my head back and the paintbrush slaps against the canvas before trailing off. I sigh and relax into him.
“Do you want to stop or do you want to finish it?” He nuzzles into my hair.
Opening my eyes, I gaze at the piece for a minute. I’m actually quite impressed with it. It’s certainly abstract but the whole thing looks sensual. The lines and curves of each brushstroke reveal my feelings while I was painting and I can see my release building as I stare at it. It just needs a little bit more to finish it off.
“Give me like an hour, okay?”
His lips stretch into a grin against my neck. “You got it, sweetheart.” He kisses along my throat up to my cheek before leaving me to finish my first painting in over a year.
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“Hey, Em, it’s gettin’ late. Are you about done?” Nix asks, poking his head into the room. He just has on a pair of black mesh workout shorts. My eyes trail down his stomach, taking in every single inch of his defined abs and locking onto the V leading into his shorts. “Emma?”
“Huh?” My gaze snaps back up to his face. He chuckles and nods his head to the canvas behind me.
“Is it done?”
I twirl back around and stare at the piece again. I added in some more color and made everything flow together.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Nix comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “It’s amazing, babe. Makes me want to fuck you.” A shiver races through my body.
“That’s just ‘cause you know what you were doing while it was being painted.”
“Naw. It just looks…hot. You should hang it up in your bedroom.”
I laugh and relax into him. “I’ll take that under advisement.”
“Told you that you could do it, Em.”
I turn in his arms and wrap my arms around his neck. Smiling up at him, I say, “You gave me my art back.” I can’t even explain half the emotions coursing through me right now. I’m so proud of myself and grateful to Nix for pushing me to do this. I feel more like the old me than I ever have. Art was a huge part of me and without it, I just wasn’t the same.
Nix returns my smile and kisses my cheek. “I just got Ryan out of your head for a little while, baby.”
“That might be even better!”
He laughs loudly and holds me against him tighter. “I’m glad, sweetheart.” Leaning down, he presses his lips against mine, a sweet kiss that makes my heart expand with love. When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine and asks, “Are you ready for bed?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
He gives me another quick kiss before turning to leave the room, thinking I’ll follow behind him.
“Nix…I love you,” I blurt out.
He freezes for a second before turning to face me. His eyes are wide but there is a smile slowly curling his lips.
