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I go on to write an autobiography, open a help center for women trying to leave abusive relationships, and, of course, I paint.
“My first gallery,” I squeal to Evan. He chuckles. It's hard for me to choose between classy or colorful, so I decided to make every room based on a different art medium.
We walk through the empty halls as I admire everything, making sure nothing is out of place. My hard work and art will be displayed for everyone next week at the grand opening.
“It’s perfect,” I exhale and observe pridefully.
Evan squeezes my shoulder, pulling me close. “I’m glad you like it,” he grins.
“I love it,” I express, looking up at him. We share a kiss, and when we part, he has a mischievous countenance.
“What’s that look for?” I ask, my face breaking out into a smile. Suddenly, I'm pinned against the wall, and his lips trail kisses down my jaw to my neck.
“E-Evan?” I am caught off guard. "Here?"
“Thought you wanted to celebrate,” he says, pausing momentarily.
“I do,” I affirm, a blush creeping up my face. “Though I wasn’t necessarily thinking here.”
“Why not?” he asks. His lips connect with my collarbone as he begins unbuttoning my shirt. My head falls back, giving him space to continue. A sly smile graces my lips.
“Guess you’re right,” I giggle. “Why not?”
He tugs at my shirt in one swift movement, undoing the rest of my buttons. He wastes no time unclasping my bra and massaging my breast with one hand; the other drops my bra to the floor and flips up my skirt.
We never break our kiss; it only grows hotter while I unzip his pants and squeeze my thighs as he thrusts between them, rubbing against my pearl. Clear drops are already running down my legs when he enters. A soft gasp finally breaks our kiss, but that doesn’t stop him from nipping at my lips.
“F-fuck,” I huff from the feeling.
He chuckles.
“It’s…not funny,” I can barely get my words out.
“No, of course not,” he says sarcastically, but before I can respond, he lifts me up, pressing my knees up to my chest. The new angle allows him to slide in deeper, shutting me up effectively. We move together fluidly, enjoying the feeling of each other, letting the heat burn in our stomachs.
“Mmm, I’ve n-never heard you moan so…loudly before,” I tease. He huffs amusingly.
“What’s wrong? You like it, baby?” he jokes.
“It's like—fuck—like you’re liking it a little too much,” I smirk. Evan gives me a challenging glance.
“You’re right; I think I am enjoying it too much,” his lips graze my ear. “You’re so beautiful; I can’t help myself,” he moans. I shake at the sound, a wave of pleasure rolling through me. I clam up once again, my face on fire. I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
I don’t know how he keeps his voice so steady, causing my body to quake. I bite my quivering lip and grasp onto him for dear life.
I'm getting close. My hips roll against his, then I go limp from too much stimulation, his strong figure keeping me up. I buck every couple of seconds, pleasure jolting through my body.
“Close?” he asks. I nod, squeezing my eyes shut. “Me too,” he says. He speeds up, pounding me real good, bringing us closer until we finish together.
We slow down, riding every residual spasm to the fullest and breathing each other's breath.
Resting my forehead against him, I feel his lips press a kiss on my cheek. When I recover from my high, I survey the room.
“We made a mess,” I state with a pout.
“I’ll clean it,” he assures. “A couple of paper towels, no problem.”
“Yeah, sure,” I mock, picking up my bra and putting it on.
