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“Kate,” I say quietly.
“Where’s my ring?” she snaps.
“I’d been tempted to drive out of the city and toss it into the bottom of the Whitson, but I thought I’d let you do that when you decide not to marry him. In the meantime, it’s safe.”
“You’re delusional.”
“You sure? Didn’t feel too delusional the last time I had you on your back.”
Slap.
The sting radiates across my face when she slams her palm hard into my cheek. I barely have a moment to recover from the shock when she’s swatting at me again, but this time I manage to catch her wrist.
“Fuck you James,” she snarls. I pull her into me, and I feel her heart battering hard in her chest, the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes out her anger. We’re suddenly in that stalemate again, that staring contest, that moment where we’re both frozen. I’m not sure how it happens, but her lips are quickly on mine and there’s that hunger again. I yank open her car door and push her into the back seat.
Kate and I have never been good at this part. The feelings part. The dealing with our anger part. We’re good at the fucking part, and I’m good at the leaving part.
I pull her legs on either side of mine and lift up her skirt. I don’t bother trying to pull her panties off, I just tear them. I rip them apart before sliding my hand across her slick pussy. Already wet for me, already ready for me to take her exactly like she needs. Like I need.
“Take it out,” I say, nodding at the growing bulge straining against my jeans. I twist my fingers into her hair and tug her head back as she undoes my pants and pulls out my cock. “Good girl. Now stroke it Katie, nice and slow.”
Like I know she will, she does as I ask. She pumps her hand over my cock, up and down, slow and tight until I can’t stand another second of not being inside of her.
I lock my eyes with hers, pulling her forehead to mine. “Now sit.”
Holding me in her hand, she slides her pussy down and we both gasp as she fully sheathes herself on my dick. We stay there, just for a moment as she adjusts to my size before she starts moving up and down. Slow, rhythmic, and close. Too close for her to still be wearing all these clothes. I pull off her sweater, unhook her bra, and tear off my shirt so that I can feel her body on my bare chest, so I can bury my face in her tits as they bounce against my face.
The car directly faces the building I’d been working on, and I catch glimpses of it as she moves up and down, and suddenly it’s clear. Everything is clear with Katie; everything is in colour—purple and pink and blue and bright and sunny. My warm summer sun, my muse, myinspiration.
She stops. Grabbing my chin, she forces my eyes to hers. “My ring, James.”
I smile. “You want your ring? Then come all over my cock. Milk me with your pussy until I’m filling you up and then I’ll tell you where your silly fucking ring is. And eyes on me when you come, Katie.”
Her breath is ragged, her angry eyes not leaving mine when she starts again. Up and down, agonizingly slow, torturous, until I can tell she’s right there, until I can feel the pulse of her pussy clenching against my cock as she starts to climax.
Eyes on me. The whole time. Because I told her to, because I know she needs to see me like I need to see her. That I need to remind her what I make her feel, what we feel when we’re together.
I love you Kate.
Her orgasm triggers mine and we come together, a storm of teeth and tongues and loud moans and glimpses of my empty brick canvas with the shitty outline that’s now perfectly coming together in my head.
“Did you get what you needed?” she asks, and her voice comes out bitter. “Did fucking me clear your head? Is that why you’re here James? Is that why you came back here? Something was clogging all your creative juices and you needed your favourite fuck toy to clear your pipes?”
She pushes off me, but I slam her back down. Back onto my cock that’s still hard, that could still take another round of her. Of Katie.MyKatie.
“That’s the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever heard you say. That what you think you are to me? Myfuck toy.”
“Muse, fuck toy. Whatever you need to fix what’s broken. I can’t always be the one who puts your puzzle pieces back in their place. So answer me. Is that why you’re here?”
I grip her hips and slide her up and down my cock, needing more. Always needing more. “I came here to take you back with me.”
“You’re a liar.”
“No. I’m not. And you will, Katie, come back with me. If I have to tie you up and shove you in my fucking suitcase, you’ll be on that goddamn plane with me. “
She’s moving with me, fucking me slow, rolling her hips against me. “And then what? What happens after?”
“And then we live. And we paint. And we fuck. And we fuck while painting and paint while fucking and we just fucking live. Come back with me.”
