Thirty-three

LILAH

Andrew is breaking traffic laws left and right as we speed to his house after the movie. It feels like we’re in a video game trying to escape after robbing a bank. The only thing missing is the screeching tires.

I’ve never been more relieved to see his horseshoe driveway come into view.

He’s out of the car and rounding the front to my side in no time.

“What’s gotten into you?” I ask when he takes my hand to pull me to him.

Slamming my door closed, his smoldering eyes bore into mine and make my insides melt.

He wants me.

Without a word, his eyes and energy convey the message and I feel my body reacting to this knowledge as my panties grow wetter by the second.

I’ve never met a man quite as insatiable as Andrew. It doesn’t matter where we are or what we’re doing, if he wants me he will find a way to get us alone so that he can quench his thirst.

It’s hard not to relish in the fact that it’s me he wants. And so frequently.

At the door, he makes quick work of the locks and ushers me inside like I’m his prized possession. He doesn’t speak as he closes the door behind us and scoops me into his arms.

With a small yelp, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Give a girl some warning next time, will you?”

But I know that my request is pointless as soon as I say it. Andrew is impulsive through and through. When he decides he wants something, he goes after it without the courtesy of notice.

His extravagant entryway is a blur as he carries me deeper into the house.

My eyebrow rises when we bypass the grand staircase leading to his bedroom. Instead he stops in front of the door that opens to his studio in the basement.

Over the course of my countless trips to his house, I’ve never been down there. I just know it exists.

“Tell me you trust me,” he whispers against my ear, his warm lips teasing me.

Shivering at the contact, I don’t think twice before saying, “I trust you.”

It’s true. I trust him with my entire life.

That’s all the confirmation he needs because he opens the door and starts walking.

The trip downstairs is smooth as Andrew holds me like I weigh nothing. When we reach the landing, he flips on a light and walks me over to a huge table with tons of canvases and paintbrushes spread out.

As we get closer, I see the vibrant colors covering each painting and notice that each piece is in a different stage of progress. From conception to completion, they’re all scattered about. The chaos is actually breathtaking.

Andrew sets me down on my feet and cups my face in his hands.

“I want to paint you again,” he tells me.

A swarm of painful memories attack me as I remember how badly this ended the first time we tried this.

“The last time we did that…” I start, my eyes downturned.

The last time we did that you left me, I finish in my head.

“I was an asshole,” he says lowly, expertly reading the expression on my face. “I’ll never do that shit again.”

The dark promise in his blue eyes in convincing and call me crazy, but I kind of believe him.

We were in a different place when that happened. We’ve both grown. Right?

Right.

“Okay,” I concede, watching him intently.

His eyes darken to match the night sky before he says, “And you’re going to paint me, too.”

***

Well, this isn’t what I expected.

At all.

With Andrew’s lips pressed firmly against my collarbone, my head lolls back, opening me up even more to his onslaught of kisses.

My body is pure liquid as I yield to what’s happening around me. I am a ball of nerve endings, the intensity of every little action magnified by ten as I savor Andrew’s unwavering touch.

“You’re a work of art, Lilah.”

His words are hot against my naked flesh and I quiver as they sink in. I’ve been called beautiful countless times in my life but no one has ever called me a work of art.

Especially not a man who is a masterpiece himself.

When he first hands me the bottle of black body paint, I am hesitant. I’m not sure I want to cover the beautiful contours of his physique. But in the end, I take the paint and squirt some onto my hand.

I cover everything from his shoulders down in inky blackness. Everything except his stiff cock that is…

He uses a deep crimson color to paint me as I work my hands over each dip and slab of muscle on his body. My heart races from the activity.

It’s the most sensual foreplay I’ve ever experienced.

The end result is magnificent. Once we’re both cloaked in paint, he pulls me over to what looks like a white cotton sheet on the floor.

Anticipation ignites a fire in the pit of my stomach as I wait for what’s to come next.

Without warning, Andrew drops down onto the sheet and pulls me with him.

Slowly, he pulls me to a sitting position on his lap and the friction as I slide across his hard thighs is dizzying.

“Ride me.”

A torrent of wetness floods my walls at his words, and I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter in my life.

He kisses me. Hard and deep.

I return the kiss with both passion and desire. Andrew grips my hips in his powerful hands and raises me above his throbbing shaft.

As he lowers me onto him, my slick opening stretches to allow the thick head of his dick inside. No matter how many times we fuck, his size is always something I have to get used to.

Sinking lower, my eyes slip shut as he fills me in the most tantalizing way. From this angle, I’m filled to the hilt and the delicious sensations flitting through me are damn near unbearable.

Another wave of moisture floods through me, making his girth easier to take as I glide over him.

Moving tentatively at first, I watch hypnotized as Andrew’s guiding hands fall away from my hips and he leans back slightly, supporting himself with his palms splayed against the white sheet beneath us.

“Fuck me,” he commands in a raw voice as he waits for me to obey him.

Pleasurable pain shoots through me as I move down hard on his swollen cock. Spreading my thighs open over his muscular legs, I push myself down as far as possible burying him deep inside of my wetness.

As I adjust to this new fullness, I’m rewarded by Andrew’s guttural groan.

“Shit, baby,” he swears throatily, “you feel fucking amazing.”

I wind my hips in a circular motion and stimulate my engorged clit, needing to feel every inch of his throbbing length. The hair covering his pelvic area adds to the delectable friction, drawing a contented sigh from my lips.

Reaching back, I brace my hands around his ankles as I begin bouncing up and down with a fervor I can’t explain. But the reckless feeling is becoming familiar now. It’s never too far away whenever I’m within reach of him.

He ignites a fearless side of me that I never knew existed.

Hot and sticky, I moan as I slide over him chasing the orgasm that’s building deep in the pit of my stomach.

The torture playing across Andrew’s face as my tight walls clench all around him spurs me on.

I open my mouth to announce my impending climax, but I don’t get the chance.

Without a word, Andrew rolls us over and I find myself on my back.