Page 64 of Before I Loved You

Keeping one hand under her thigh, I bring my other hand flat on the wall for support as my thrusts become all-consuming, giving her exactly what she needs from me.

She moves her hands to my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin. “Harder,” she begs.

Her whole body begins trembling in my arms, waiting for the final touch to send her over the edge. Gliding my hand down to her pussy, I grind my palm over her clit, rough and fast.

“Paul… I’m going to…”

“Come for me, Sarah.”

She screams my name, gripping onto me as I continue hitting that special spot inside her, watching as she comes undone in my arms. Her hair falls all over her face, her cheeks are flushed and covered in paint, her eyes are glossy and heavy, and paint is smeared all over her beautiful body.

She looks like a goddamn masterpiece.

She looks like mine.

The sight of her does it for me as I thrust one more time inside her, coming apart with her name on my lips.

“Goddamn.” I push her hair away from her face, pressing our foreheads together. Her heaving chest mirrors my own. “That was…”

“Perfect,” she finishes for me.

I smile, watching her lips curve up. “Yeah. Perfect.” Sliding my hand to her cheek, I caress her skin with my thumb. The color green spreads over her, bringing out the intensity of her eyes I love so much.

She bites her lip, peeking down at herself. “I’m a mess.”

“That you are, dirty girl.” I rub my nose against hers. “Good thing there’s a shower here.” My hands cup her ass as I carry her away from the wall toward the bathroom outside of this room.

“Wait!” She shifts in my arms, looking over my shoulder. “We made art.”

Turning around, I observe the image on the canvas we created.

A voluptuous ass print of Sarah’s, in pink, yellow, and orange, takes up the bottom part of the easel. Her back and head are outlined with almost all the colors we used. And my handprints in green and blue are placed on the side of her head.

If this isn’t the most erotic piece of artwork I’ve ever seen, then I don’t know what is.

And I’m already trying to think of where I can hang it where no one else will see it.

“We look good together,” I muse.

She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. If anything, it looks somber, and I’m not sure why. She softly presses her lips against my own. “Thank you for bringing color back into my life.”

fifteen

SARAH

My brush dances with a mind of its own across the canvas in various vibrant strokes. The image in front of me is nothing like I’ve ever painted. It’s bright, bold, and colorful.

Something I never thought I’d see again.

“I see you’ve decided to venture into the land of color.” I twist on my seat, finding my professor standing behind me, observing my work with a pleasant smile.

I place my brush in a holder and wipe my hand on my smock. “I have.”

“I take it something or someone helped to bring some color back into your world,” she muses.

“You could say that.” I grin, planting my hands on both sides of my stool.

“Very good.” Her smile widens as she nods. “Have you thought about the show I mentioned to you?”

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