As her tail lifts my shirt higher, she shifts beneath me, her ass rubbing against my dick. I firm up almost instantly, my heart rate increasing.
“Move the paints,” she says, her voice soft but the words firm.
Without hesitation or asking the reason, I do as instructed, leaning over the side of the bed to set the paints on the ground. Once I’m done shifting around, her tail takes its place around my waist again, edging my shirt upward.
“Take off your unnecessary layers,” she practically purrs, the demand sending a rush of blood directly from my heart, all the way to my cock. “Take mine off while you’re at it.”
In as smooth a way as possible, I remove everything I have on, my dick springing free the moment I pull my boxers away. Orie shifts her knees, bringing her pelvis up and wiggling her hips.
My hands slide over her, slowly making their way toward the zipper of her shorts. I undo them, hooking my fingers through the waistband and sliding them down her legs. She works with me to get them off, given the fact that she’s lying on her stomach still.
As my gaze takes in every incredible inch of her, I feel everything from the waterfall all over again—somehow, even more intensely. I think I grow more connected to her with every waking moment, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.
She’s the missing piece to the puzzle that is my soul, and I will do everything possible to keep her in my life. The place she’s solidified in my heart will never be undone.
“I want you to fuck me like this…” She brings her legs underneath her, raising her hips high while keeping her head low on the pillow. “Your muse wearing your art.”
Just hearing her accept the title of my muse makes myheart soar, and my dick throb. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Gripping her hip with one hand, the other slides down her front, massaging her clit the way she liked before. Her back arches more as she lets out a soft moan.
I let go of her hip, grabbing my dick and lining it up with her. As my tip grazes the wetness between her legs, my body jerks, begging to be inside her.
She pushes back, my tip entering her and making me shudder. I move my hand back to her hip, pushing myself fully inside her and holding her close.
As I begin to pump in and out, I change up the motion of my fingertip against her engorged clit. Every moan that floats from her parted lips seems to bring the painting of the waterfall to life on her back, pure magic emitting from her.
Gods, there’s no woman in this world who is more perfect—in her entirety, or for me.
“I’m glad you didn’t want this to be a one-time waterfall thing,” I tell her between breaths, thrusting deeper and deeper as I hold her steady.
She lets out a deeper, longer moan as I hit her G-spot. “How could it be when you fuck like this?”
I lower myself so that I’m hitting her at a different angle, making each stroke stronger. As happy as I am to please her, I want to please her in more ways than just sex—I want to please her in life and in love.
Her tail is tight around my waist, keeping me where I am and growing tighter as she gets closer to the finish line. We finished together last time, another sign in my eyes that we’re in sync.
I want to finish together again.
She tightens around me, both her tail and her walls, and I can barely hold myself together. I moan from the depths of my soul, and she reaches backward, placing her hand over my hand on her hip.
With a few final thrusts, the pleasure becomes too much to bear, and I finish into her. Her fingernails dig into my hand as she shakes beneath me, her orgasm merging with mine.
We stay like that, intertwined with each other, for a moment, just catching our breath. Slowly, I pull out, and she removes her hand from mine. She pushes herself up, turning to face me.
There’s a cold feeling where her tail was, my torso now free…but I don’t want to be.
“Orie,” I say, staring into her eyes but unable to find the words I want to say.
She blinks at me, the corner of her lips curving upward. “Yes?”
I take a deep breath, licking my lips as I try to sort out everything going on in my head. “This isn’t just sex for me.”
A smile takes over her full lips, and she reaches out, placing both hands on my thighs. She leans toward me, tilting her chin up and puckering her lips. I meet her halfway, bringing my lips to hers.
This kiss is softer, slower, gentler—everything I need right now.
When she pulls away, she bats her eyelashes at me, her cheeks flush. “This isn’t just sex for me either. I feel very…connected to you, in deeper ways than just sexual attraction. Your soul has mixed with mine.”
