Thirty-four

LILAH

My body instantly mourns the loss of his cock filling me.

I’ve never been a beggar but I’m on the brink of pleading with him when Andrew’s hand comes down on my thighs.

Shoving my legs open, he nudges my swollen opening teasingly, driving me insane. When I lift my hips to close the excruciating gap between us, he moves back at just the right time, denying me the thing I want most.

His cock.

That damn smirk is on his face and I could scream.

He chooses now to play games?

Inadvertently, my lips form into a pout as he brushes the head of his length against my needy clit.

“You’re cute when you pout, Cupcake.”

I roll my eyes and want to give him the finger, but he moves unexpectedly again and flips me onto my stomach. The wind is knocked out of me at the sudden movement.

As soon as I make contact with the sheet, his hands are at my hips pulling me back to his waiting dick.

He pushes inside without any resistance from my slippery walls. My hands reach out to grasp the sheets as he begins pumping into me with reckless abandon.

I writhe underneath him, my body twisting against the sheet in an attempt to escape the pleasurable assault but Andrew reigns supreme when he stills my hips with one skillfully placed hand.

His cock fills me and then vanishes before he pushes back inside again, forcing a moan from my throat.

As my head snaps back, I catch a glimpse of the mess we’ve already made. The red and black paint is smeared from one corner of the sheet to the next, evidence of our wild lovemaking.

I’ve never seen anything like it, and the erotic masterpiece fills me with more desire.

I never want this to end.

Andrew’s treatment is fast and hard, his long cock brushing against my nub, providing the perfect amount of friction with each movement.

I’m on the brink of coming.

How does he make me feel this way so easily?

He has complete and total control over my body. I’m powerless to fight the pleasure he gives me and I don’t want to.

It feels so good. Too good.

The speed and intensity of his strokes intensifies, and my walls tighten around him possessively to deepen the connection.

Behind me, Andrew stiffens just as a blinding wave of pleasure crashes into me, pushing me over the edge. He jerks uncontrollably before he spills his seed into me. The carnal groan that escapes him is filled with satisfaction.

I moan and writhe as the orgasm consumes my body.

I try to regain control of my senses. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life and it almost scares me.

We shudder against each other for what feels like eternity until our breathing returns to normal. I feel myself succumbing to the need for sleep when he pulls out of me and gathers me in his arms.

This time his embrace is gentle. Like I’m a piece of porcelain that he doesn’t want to break.

I feel safe and adored as he moves in the direction of the staircase, leaving the mess we made behind.

I have no idea where he finds the energy to climb the stairs leading to his suite of rooms, but he does. His hard muscles shift underneath me, reminding me of his strength.

Andrew doesn’t stop walking until we’re in the bathroom and he sets me on my feet inside his massive walk-in shower.

He turns on the water and makes sure the temperature is perfect before turning the knob that controls the rainfall feature.

The warm water revives me enough to regain my strength.

I’d forgotten all about the paint in my sleepy haze but now I look down at the streaks of red sliding from my body and to the floor of the shower. The tinted water swirls before disappearing down the drain.

Andrew steps into the shower and grabs a sponge from the wall before lathering it with a generous squeeze from his bottle of body wash. A citrusy smell permeates the air around us. It smells like him and I smile.

Instead of using the sponge to scrub his body, he turns to me and starts washing me as I try to clear the fog in my mind.

I swear I didn’t drink anything except Diet Coke at the theater tonight but I feel hammered, completely wasted from the events that just took place in his studio.

How the hell will I ever recover from this?

My guess is that he doesn’t want me to. He wants to be burned so deep into my memory that I’m ruined for anybody else except him. It had been his personal way of branding me.

And goddammit, it worked.

Gently, Andrew continues washing me until there’s no more paint on my body. Next, he turns me around to wash my hair.

I’m thankful we’re in the steaming shower when tears prick my eyes. I feel utterly cherished in this moment and I wonder if that was his intent.

No other man has made me feel this way, and I’m secure in the knowledge that I’m belong to him. Completely.

When he instructs me to tilt my head back to rinse, I follow his command and let the water soothe my scalp.

Andrew starts cleaning himself and I turn around to watch, transfixed by the sight. As the black paint leaves his skin, my eyes trail down his strong legs as their golden bronze color is revealed.

His dick is still semi-hard in the wake of what we did and staring at it only makes my mouth water. The aching between my thighs reminds me that he just left his mark there.

But I don’t care. I could take him again right now.

“See something you like?” he asks me teasingly, drawing my attention away from his lower half and back to his beautiful face.

He’s grinning at me as he coats his body in soap, his playfulness making him appear almost boyish. A warm feeling takes residence in my chest, making it hard to swallow.

But I manage a lazy smile before I pull open the door to make my escape.

Something has changed tonight and I can’t even pinpoint it because I’m not thinking with a clear head right now.

Wrapping a heated towel around my body, I force myself to focus clearing the lingering fog in my brain.

What has happened to me?

I’ll be the first to admit that it’s been a rocky week and my unsettled state could be a result of that.

But only partially.

There’s another piece of this puzzle that I’m determined to lock in place.

It started at the theater right after I let those teenagers have it for harassing that woman.

By the end of my tirade, I was actually feeling a little embarrassed for the way I blew up. It isn’t like me to be so rash in public. But I’d been on edge since returning from the Hamptons and their behavior was just the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I’d fully expected Andrew to be ashamed of my behavior but the look in his eyes when he walked up to me conveyed the complete opposite message.

His cobalt gaze was filled with something akin to pride and another emotion that I can’t name just yet, but it was there. And it had been enough to make hope swell in my chest.

Hope that made me envision a future with a man I was never supposed to have a personal relationship with, let alone fall in love with.