Page 69 of Dirty Shots

He hesitated and then said, “So, you still want to do the exhibition, despite your father?”

It occurred to her that Eric had another reason to make her father change his mind that wasn’t just about her feelings.

“I meant what I said, Eric. I want to have a future in this business. I want to be an artist—I always have—I’ve just never known what kind. Now I feel like I’ve found my passion, and I don’t want to let that go. Nothing else will live up to it. Even if my father disowns me, which I think he’s already done, I won’t live my life on his terms. Nothing will be the same. Everything else has just faded into gray. I want this more than anything.”

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her hard and tight against the front of his body. She felt his reaction to her proximity and ground against him.

“Even more than me?” he growled.

She stood on tiptoes and smiled against his mouth. “I don’t want anything more than I want you.”

“That’s good to know,” he said, before he used his teeth to lightly tug at her lower lip.

She moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck, lacing her fingers in the soft hair at the nape of his neck. The light bite turned into a kiss, and Eric’s hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her up so her thighs wrapped around his waist. The position opened her pussy to press against the length of his erection. She knew she was soaking the inside of the Jockey shorts she wore. The pressure sent a surge of desire pulsing through her and she kissed him harder, hungry for his mouth, for all of him. She suddenly hated the items of clothing separating their bodies. She wanted him inside her, their skin melding at every point, joining them like one person.

Eric carried her over to the couch and carefully, as if she were a delicate silk dress, laid her out on the cushions. He stared down at her, his eyes dark and hooded with lust, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breath.

Perhaps she was wrong to want Eric as much as she did, but she didn’t care about anything else. She felt she could handle whatever the universe threw at her as long as Eric loved her. This wasn’t just a physical thing. He understood her, he inspired her. And he was fucking amazing in bed.

She wanted to give something back to him.

He slowly undressed her, pulling off the t-shirt she wore and throwing it to the floor. Then he pulled off her shorts, leaving her naked. He moved to climb between her thighs, but she stopped him by placing her hand on his well-muscled bicep.

“No, I want you naked, too.”

Eric grinned at her and straightened to pull off his own clothes.

He bent back down to feather kisses across her stomach, but she wanted to get his attention. “I want to try something.”

He lifted his face to her. “Oh, yes? That sounds interesting.”

She quelled her nerves, remembering how open-minded Eric was. “How do you feel about being penetrated?”

His eyebrows shot up his forehead. “By another man?”

“No, by me.”

He moved up her body, his mouth beside her ear, his hot breath against her skin. He grazed her earlobe with his teeth. “Keep talking.”

His erection pressed hard against her stomach, and taking his words as encouragement, she reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his silken hard length and squeezed. Eric groaned in response.

“Well,” she said, keeping her voice low and seductive, her other hand stroking down the smooth, taut muscles of his back, lower and lower, to the dip at the bottom of his spine and then over the firm curve of his buttocks. “I’d like to put my finger in your ass first, see how that feels. And then maybe we could progress to more. Try the plug on you, perhaps, or even something bigger.”

His cock jerked in her hand and his hips thrust forward. “Fuck, Anya. You’re turning me on so badly. I don’t know if I’ll last long enough to do all of that.”

She removed her hand from his ass, and locked her eyes on his as she parted her lips and placed her middle finger and forefinger into her mouth. Creating as much saliva as she could manage, she coated her digits, and then reached back down. “Why don’t we find out?” She found the crease between his cheeks and she ran her finger down between them, separating them, until her fingertips reached the tight star of his anus. Before penetrating him, she let go of his cock with her other hand, spread her thighs and pushed his erection down between them. She lifted her hips and accepted his cock into her pussy, letting out a long moan as he slowly pushed inside her waiting heat. All the talk had made her wet.

They held still together, allowing Anya to take her time. She applied pressure to his asshole, rubbing her saliva in, trying to loosen him up. The idea that he might be an anal virgin thrilled her and, though she’d been trying to keep still, she couldn’t stop her pussy muscles from clamping around his cock, her hips from pushing up toward his.

He buried his face in her neck. “Oh, fuck, Anya.”

Her finger slipped inside his ass, the soft, tight pillows of his back passage instantly clamping around her digit. Her saliva allowed for a little lubrication, but she would have liked more. If she was going to add another finger to really get him going, they would need a good application of lube first.

Gently, she pushed her finger back and forth, loosening him up, making sure he was relaxed. His hips moved with her, and she tried to concentrate on what she was doing, and not lose herself in the sensation of cock sliding slowly and sensually in and out of her. Then she cocked her finger in a come-hither manner and reached the soft mound of his male G-spot. The moment she made contact, Eric’s cock jerked inside her, his back arching, his hips bucking.

“Ah, fuck,” he gasped.

“Shh, relax. Let me massage you there. It’ll be good, I promise.”

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