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  Her moans of pleasure quickly dissolved into screams that echoed off the gallery walls. Deeper and deeper he went as he slid his tongue into her slit, then ran it up and circled her clit. His hands held tightly onto her thighs, locking her into position.

  She was breathing so heavily she was sure she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen—or from the sheer pleasure of it all.

  “Oh fuck, Christian,” she said as her body began to tremble uncontrollably. “Arrghhhh!” A wild scream tore from her body as she exploded. Her thighs tightened around his head and she seriously hoped she didn’t suffocate him as she came. That would be one hell of a story to explain to the cops.

  Slowly he released her, and she slid down the front of his body. Her juices covered his face and dripped off his chin.

  “Shit . . . I’m sorry,” she muttered looking away. She was thankful for the darkness because it hid the raging embarrassment she had burning through her.

  “What? Why are you sorry?” Christian said.

  In the dim light of the gallery she could see the truly puzzled look on his face. “I mean I didn’t mean to . . . ya know . . .” she said, indicating his face.

  A knowing look shimmered in his eyes, and he took a step closer. His hands rested on her bare hips. “Look at me,” he said.

  She lifted her gaze to meet his steady one. There was a certain tenderness there that she’d never seen before.

  “Don’t ever apologize for finding pleasure. What just happened with this,” he said, pointing to his face, “Is something that is rare to find in a woman. I want you to find pleasure like you’ve never known before.”

  “But you don’t even know me,” she whispered.

  “I know you more than you think I do,” he said as he tilted her chin up and planted a soft kiss against her mouth. She could taste her saltiness on his mouth, and it was strangely enticing. She didn’t have time to think about his last comment as he scooped her from her feet and carried her to his loft.

  Once there, he sat her on the floor, and she noticed that plastic drop cloths had been spread out all over the floor. In the middle of the plastic was a giant piece of blank canvas. It was massive.

  “What’s this?” she asked.

  “I want to try something, if you’re up for it.”

  “Ummm okay?”

  “I want us to paint . . . together.”

  For a moment she just stared at him as his words sank in. It was a technique that was rather risqué but growing more and more popular in the scene of abstract art. She’d never actually seen any of the finished work in real life, only in magazines.

  “You want us to create a sex abstract,” she said.

  “I do.”

  “I thought you wanted to tie me up and fuck me until I couldn’t walk,” she said.

  His blue eyes narrowed slightly, giving her a smoldering look. “Oh, I will be tying you up, eventually. Because, you see, I don’t plan on letting you leave any time soon. In fact,” he said, as he sucked his lip between his teeth and chewed on it, an action that sent a cluster of butterflies fluttering wildly through her stomach, “I’m going to fuck you from one end of this loft to the other and then back again. But first I think, with the intense chemistry we have going on, combined with the right . . .”

  He didn’t get a chance to finish before she pressed her body against his. “I’m in,” she said huskily.

  “Awesome.” He bent low and kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue between her lips and teasing her mouth. His hands roamed over her body, coming to rest on her backside. He squeezed and pulled at her ass, gripping it much like one would grip a basketball.

  He captured a nipple between his lips and sucked and tugged, causing her head to fall back and a soft moan to escape her lips.

  “I wanted to do that now because once the paint is all over us I won’t be able to taste you anymore.”

  “The paint is safe, right?”

  “Yes. It’s completely nontoxic and is actually made for this particular style of painting. It won’t irritate our . . . bodies in any way.”

  “Good.”

  “Are you ready?”

  She nodded, suddenly feeling very nervous. He walked over to the table and removed two large tubes, one red and the other black.

  “You’re going to be red,” he said as he squeezed a generous amount of thick red paint onto her chest. As soon as the cold paint met her feverish skin she yelped a little.

  Christian smiled impishly. “Sorry.” With one finger he spread the paint over her nipples and bare stomach and motioned for her to turn around. He dripped paint down her back, and, as it whispered against her skin, she shivered once more.

  “Now, put some of the black on my back and smear it around.”

  Taking the tube in her hand, she did as she was told. She laughed when he sucked in a sharp breath, cursing at the coolness of the paint. He then took the two tubes and placed them on the floor beside the canvas.

  With a sudden fierceness, Christian reached out and pulled her roughly against his chest. At first the squishing sensation of the paint between them was distracting; however, that quickly changed when his tongue licked the column of her neck, gently grazing his teeth against the sensitive flesh as he kissed his way up.

  Their hands began to roam and stroke each other, the paint tracing their movements. Amy was surprised at the elevated arousal the paint provided as its satiny smoothness combined with Christian’s commanding hands glided over her body. Gently, he lowered their bodies onto the canvas. At first they gently stroked and rubbed against each other; however, as their desire began to grow, so did the urgency in their touch.

  Christian rolled onto his back, pulling Amy onto of him. “Show me how badly you want my cock,” he said, gruffly, “stroke your pussy for me. I want to watch you.”

  Christian lifted his knees, giving her something to rest her back against as she adjusted. Her bare ass and dripping wet pussy were pressed just above his erection. Without hesitation she slid her hands down over her paint-smeared stomach and began to run her fingers in circles over her hardened clit. Immediately her pussy was flooded with moisture.

  She parted her lips and let out a moan as she moved faster and faster. “That’s right. Rub that pussy for me,” he growled as he reached up and palmed her breasts. His hands were a mixture of red and black as he plucked and squeezed her nipples roughly. The sharp pain brought her pleasure on more fully.

  Faster and faster her hands worked over her pussy. Her hips were rocking as she ground her slit against him.

  “Stop,” he commanded.

  Immediately her fingers ceased their movement and with one fast maneuver he had her sliding down the length of his rigid cock.

  “I’ve thought of nothing but your sweet pussy riding me like this,” he said as he forced his hips up to meet her downward thrusts. She couldn’t manage words as her body began to hum and vibrated. “Fuck,” he said as she changed her movements and began to roll her body, much like a stripper or belly dancer would.

  She didn’t get to do that long before he had her flipped over and lying flat on her stomach. Paint squished against her cheek, pressing clumped strands of black and red paint-filled hair against her forehead and across her face. Her hands splayed out to the sides as he took her by the hips and hoisted her onto her knees.

  “Mmm, what a beautiful ass,” he said as he gave it a sharp slap.

  Amy screamed out.

  “You like that?”

  “Y-yes,” she whimpered as she writhed around on the paint.

  Again he brought his palm down, this time harder and faster. The paint splattered and squished but he paid no never mind as he rained blow after blow against her ass. Her tits pressed into the canvas, the rough material rubbing her nipples raw.

  “I want that pussy, Amy. I can see it dripping right now,” he said as he teased the tip of his cock against her opening. He pushed the head slightly just inside her opening before pulling it back again. She let
out a frustrated cry.

  “What’s that?” he said, goading her as he squeezed her ass.

  “Please,” she mewled.

  “Please what?”

  “Fuck me. Christian, please fuck me!” she cried as she arched her back.

  “With pleasure.” That was all he said as her thrust into her, pushing her around in the paint. Leaning forward, Christian’s chest pressed against her back as he reached around and laced his fingers through hers. It was an awkward position but one, she found out, that hit just the right spot. As his steely cock rubbed against the sweet spot, they moved their hands together in the paint, slashing black and red smudges along the white canvas.

  Soon they shifted positions as they both lay on their sides and Christian entered her from behind, hitching her leg up over her hip. This granted him access not only to her g-spot but opened her body up for him to stroke and caress any way he deemed fit. And boy did he use it to his advantage. With each hard thrust he pinched and rolled a nipple roughly between his fingers. Amy’s head rolled back and rested against his chest as he drilled her harder and harder.

  “Christian, I can’t hold on m-much longer,” she stammered. The crescendo of ecstasy was rapidly growing closer, and once it hit there would be no holding back. She could feel her body curling in on itself in preparation for release.

  “Let it go,” he said as he reached down and stroked her clit. That was all it took. Her body exploded and she slammed her pussy back against his throbbing cock as she convulsed around him.

  “That’s right, princess, let it go,” he said and coaxed with his fingers while continuing to thrust.

  Torrent after torrent of orgasm coursed through her. Her arm slid across the canvas, pushing black and red paint to the farthest edges. Her body felt like it was on fire. She let out a little sigh and felt the tension slip from her body as she drifted on a hazy cloud of passion.

  She could feel Christian’s mouth against her ear.

  “Oh no, lover, we’re just now getting started.” His breath was hot, he voice thick with desire. His cock was still imbedded deeply inside her, hard as steel. Finally, as her body ceased to quiver, he carefully withdrew. His absence filled Amy with longing.

  He moved to stand on the plastic and, reaching down, helped Amy to her feet. She got a good look at him, and, even covered head to toe in red and black paint, he looked beautiful. His long hair was matted and streaked. He had a red smudge on his cheek and a black one across his forehead. Amy also noticed that he had a couple of red smudged handprints on his chest and arms. Her eyes drifted down to his surging erection, standing a full salute.

  “You keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it to the shower. I’m going to fuck you against that rail,” he said ticking his head to the left. They were three floors up. The rail looked sturdy, and the thought of being banged against it caused her folds to quiver.

  She arched a brow and slowly moved her eyes over his body, lightly licking her lips as she went. Thank the sweet baby Jesus for the two bottles of wine and liquid courage, she thought, because without them she couldn’t have done any of this.

  He released a low guttural growl and, grabbing her by the neck, adding just a touch of pressure, he pushed her back until the cold steel met her back. He held her by the neck, watching her face. He was so close she could see her reflection in his eyes.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked.

  “I’m going to make you submit to me,” he said.

  Her pussy was pulsing all over again. He ran his nose along her jaw line and down her neck. “I’m going to make you beg for it and then . . . since you’re being a little defiant, well, that punishment will be entirely different.”

  He didn’t give her a chance to respond as he spun her around and lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the middle bar. He folded her hands over the railing, covering one with his while he guided his dick deep inside her hole with the other. Once he was in he covered her free hand with his and forced her to hold onto the bar. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  With fierce strokes he entered her from behind. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to focus on the dick sliding in and out of her and not on the fact that she was standing somewhere very, very high. Her fears soon melted away as she began to throb once more. Briefly she wondered how much pleasure she could endure before dying.

  As Christian plowed his hips into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, paint be damned. She let loose a scream as the inflicted pain caused her to step dangerously close to the edge of another orgasm. She could already feel herself begin to tighten and quiver.

  “Uh . . . oh. . . shit,” she moaned as he went deeper and deeper inside of her. Her body began to hum.

  Christian reached down and stretched her leg to the top rail, opening her tight little pussy further. It wasn’t going to be long before he blew his shit all over the place. She was so tight and wet. It was the most amazing thing he’d ever felt in his life. In and out he moved, his paint-slicked body straining and gliding against hers.

  His balls were beginning to tighten and he knew if he didn’t stop soon it would be over. But damn if he didn’t want to keep pounding her. He’d never been with a woman that responded so hotly to him or allowed him to be rough with her. Amy was amazing. She wanted to be dominated just as much as he wanted to dominate.

  Fuck.

  He felt her begin to tighten and quiver. If she got off while he was still inside her, that would be it. Once her pussy clamped down on his dick she would pull him dry.

  Nope, that just wouldn’t do. Not. At. All.

  Amy groaned when Christian withdrew.

  “Damn it,” she cursed vehemently. She was just about to find release when he pulled out.

  He leaned forward and whispered. “I told you, I was going to punish you for challenging me. Now, I want to see you on your knees in the shower! Are you okay with that?”

  Amy found it endearing that he added the question after the fact. But there was nothing more she wanted that to suck his dick until he came.

  Taking her by the hand, he led her across the studio to a room. He flipped on the switch, and they stepped into a large shower that resembled a locker room. However, it had been artistically remodeled with bright colors of mosaic glass and ties. Bright green and blue shimmered everywhere.

  Christian turned on several of the overhead shower faucets. Hot water rained down on them and the red and black paint was soon a thing of the past as it swirled down the drain. Christian’s mouth found hers as he gently lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sat down on a bench. Water sprayed out of a faucet behind them.

  Amy spun around on his lap, her back to his chest and slid down his cock, riding him reverse cowgirl. “Fuck, Amy,” he growled as he guided her up and down by the hips.

  It didn’t take long before Amy found her release, simply because he’d worked her up to such a state of arousal from which there was no coming down. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the shower walls as she trembled and tremored around him.

  Before she crashed completely from her euphoric state, she slid from his cock and knelt between his legs. She didn’t give him a chance to protest as she brought his cock between her lips and down her throat. Christian’s head lulled against the wall as his eyes rolled back in his head. She groaned around him as she tasted her come covering his dick. It turned her on more. However, right now, it was all about pleasing him. That was all she wanted, and that was all she would do. He’d made her come numerous times. Now it was his turn.

  Christian watched as Amy’s head bobbed up and down his dick. He wasn’t small by any means and she was taking his dick all the way to the back of her throat and not even flinching. Her small tongue worked around the tip of his cock each time she came up. He groaned and fisted his hands through her hair.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  When she didn’t comply, he gave her hair a little jerk. “I want to see your face.�
� There was just something primal in him wanting to break free.

  She moaned in pleasure but looked up at him anyway. Her green eyes were glazed with passion as she watched him. He watched as his dick slid into her mouth and down her throat. In and out, in and out it went. His balls began to tighten and her tiny hand reached up to cup him. She applied just the right amount of pleasure and soon he was stammering.

  “Fuck, Amy. I’m about to come,” he warned. She made no effort to move; if anything she renewed her efforts, sucking and fucking him with her little mouth. Harder and harder she sucked.

  He tightened his grip in her hair as he thrust into her throat, shooting his come to the back of her throat. Greedily she sucked him.

  Sweet mother of fuck she was sucking him dry. She clutched his hips, digging her nails into his skin as she sucked the rest of him down. It was then he realized that her hands were working against her pussy as she sucked him. She moaned around him as she found another release. After his heart slowed down and the tremors stopped, he just stared at her as she slowly slid his dick from her mouth and licked her lips.

  It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen in his life.

  Amy loved the taste of his hot come as it shot down her throat. It was the first time she’d ever let anything like that happen and to say she was pleasantly surprised was an understatement. She’d even gotten off because of it. Slowly she climbed to her feet, ignoring her aching and protesting muscles.

  He pulled her into the circle of his arms, crushing her against his chest and kissed her passionately and very deeply. Hot water sprayed over them as they just stood in each other’s arms.

  Her wine buzz was beginning to wear off, but to her surprise, she wasn’t ashamed of anything she’d just done. She was a little confused by it though. She still knew virtually nothing about him.