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“Remember that spontaneity we talked about?” I ask, my eyes bouncing between hers, watching as her startled expression morphs into one of intrigue.
“Yes?” she replies almost breathlessly, the sound hitting me deep within.
“Good,” I state. “Because it starts now.”
Lifting her to her feet, I spin the chair around and sit down before maneuvering her to straddle my lap. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t protest as I grab her hips and slide her forward, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth.
My length springs to attention the second Dani’s heat brushes across it, and when she quietly moans, it grows even harder.
Dani’s still at first, letting me do all the work, but when her hands curl around my neck, I shake my headnobefore blindly reaching behind me, grabbing one of her paintbrushes and holding it up in front of her.
“Don’t stop on my account.”
She takes in a breath, and her eyes darken as she wraps her fingers around the brush, squeezing my hand as she does. A vision of her squeezing my length, using the same delicate grip, flashes to mind, and a spark of electricity runs through me.
She doesn’t even have to touch me to make me hers.
Removing my hand from the brush, I point behind me, motioning for Dani to paint. She changes the song to “Wicked Games” by Chris Isaac before her hand moves to the paper, and I have to hold back a laugh at her choice of song—knowing she’d be expecting me to react—and focus on her body instead.
She barely moves as the brush flits across the page, but when she needs to dip into the paint, she’s left with no choice but to lift up and lean over me, her breasts brushing past my face.
For the first few minutes, I silently watch her, my hands locked tightly on her hips, my bottom lip trapped between my teeth. But when she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, I’m completely done for.
No words pass between us as I change from my previously still position to rocking her hips on top of my length. If I hadn’t heard her breath quicken or felt her body tremble, I would have assumed she was too lost in her art to notice. But that’s not the case. She’s here with me, in this moment, painting everything that she feels. And I need to see that picture. I need to know that this is real for her. That it’s not just awicked game. Because nothing has ever felt more real in my life.
I start off moving slowly, making it easy for her to focus, but it’s not long before I’m biting back a groan as she grinds against me, taking over some of the control.
Lifting my hips, I pump up into her, helping her seek the climax she so desperately wants, the climax Ineed, as she pants and writhes against me, one hand on my shoulder for support, while the other falls beside her, paintbrush still in hand.
“God, Logan. This is… I can’t…”
“Fuck, Dani, you’re so fucking perfect. Use me, grind against me until you’re there.”
She drops the brush and squeezes my bicep as her body rocks against mine, over and over, her breathing becoming more frantic.
She bucks and mewls, her sounds driving me wild, sending me spiraling toward my own release until I’m so close to coming in my pants, I’m like a teenager. Not that I care. I want this too much.
“Fuck, Dani. Yes.”
She stops suddenly and lifts her weight off me, confusing me to no end. I start to protest until she pulls at the stockings under her dress and I understand what she’s doing. A guttural growl rips from within me, and I tear the thin material at the seam before pulling her panties to the side and running my fingers through her wetness. She rolls her hips along my hand, making my tip strain against my briefs as it begs for release, wanting in on the action.Not today, buddy.
Pressing my lips to hers, I’m about to slip a finger inside her when she steps back and pulls at my sweats, shaking her head as she does.Fuck! Maybe today.
Everything happens at super speed after that, right up until the moment she rolls a condom down my cock and sinks down on top of me. Then the world stops.
Our once frantic movements slow down, and every nerve ending of mine comes to life.
Neither of us move at first. For me, it’s because I need a second to adjust, to take in the feelings currently overwhelming me. For Dani, who knows, but she recovers before I do and slowly begins to ride my length, her hands back on my shoulders, her eyes locked on mine.
With her mouth open as she moans, her flushed cheeks and glistening lips wet from my kiss, she’s so fucking beautiful, it pains me. And as “Wicked Games” plays on repeat, there’s no doubt in my mind that this is bigger than just sex. It has to be. I’ve never felt anything like this connection. The only thing that could make it better was if I was bare.
We move like that—intertwined as one, with my heart slamming me in the chest—until her panting becomes more erratic, and her walls squeeze my cock so hard that my body spasms, on the verge of losing all control.
“Logan…” she cries out, her forehead dropping to mine.
I suck in a breath as my nose brushes hers. “I’m here, Dani. Always. Just let go.”
Her body stiffens, and she falls back, changing the angle and sending me flying over the edge. My orgasm hits me only seconds before Dani cries out, so I pull her upright and crash my mouth to hers, drowning out her moans as she comes back down from her high. AsIcome back down too.
