Page 62 of White Rabbit

Dipping my hand between her legs, I let my fingertips swipe through her wetness, teasing her clit lightly before pushing two fingers inside her tight cunt.

“Always so ready for me,” I praise, kissing her.

Pumping my fingers inside her, I use my thumb to rub her clit, working her with a steady rhythm as she fucks down on to my hand. She whines for more, desperately begging me to make her come.

Pulling out, I grab her ass and lift her onto my cock until I’m buried all the way inside her. Where I fucking belong. Where I would live if I could.

“Ride me,” I tell her, guiding her hips. “Take what you need. Let me love you.”

Her nails bite into my shoulders as she does exactly that, slamming herself down on my cock, impaling herself over and over until a sheen of sweat covers her beautiful body.

A tingling in my spine and a tightening in my balls warn me that my orgasm is barely minutes away.

Biting her nipple and thrusting up into her sloppy, soaked pussy, I growl. “I’m gonna come, Rabbit. Gonna paint your insides with my cum. Fill you up. Put my baby in you. Tie you to me. Forever. Going to fuck you like this forever.”

“Eli…Eli…fuck, yes. Eli.” This woman was going to be the death of me.

When her body starts trembling, I decide to give her a little extra nudge and rub my thumb over her clit in lazy circles as she keeps fucking herself on my cock.

“Fuck!” Throwing her head back, her body clamps down on me, pulsing around my dick as she comes. Her pussy keeps clenching and convulsing, milking me through my orgasm, and as I pour everything I have into her, I hold her tight against me where she belongs.

With her arms wrapped around my neck, and my hands still holding her ass, we’re intertwined. Joined together, and I will never let another thing come between us.

“Eli…” Her hot breath tickles my ear and as she shifts, I realize she’s looking at something on the wall behind me.

I skirt my fingers up her spine lightly. “Yes, Rabbit.”

“Are those my paintings?”

Epilogue

AVA

We stand back from the canvas sheet and tilt our heads, looking at the splashes of color. Reds blend into fiery oranges, deep blues cut into smokey lilacs. Splashes, stripes, prints. It was a mess of color and movement, taking up half the space in our new art studio.

After everything that happened, I moved in with Elijah and although we loved the penthouse apartment downtown with the colossal windows; I found I preferred a house he owned that was part of the same gated community as Rosie and Julian.

We were now their neighbors, if you could even call it that, since there was a large stretch of land and a giant hedge between the properties.

As a moving gift, Eli had converted the pool house into an art studio, renovating it so that there were floor to ceiling windows on two sides for incredible lighting. On warmer days like this one, they also served as doors.

We each had our own workstations, although Elijah still had difficulty spending time on his art, but we were getting there. Since the Lutwidge auction, my popularity has continued to grow, especially when Anoushka Volkov commissioned several pieces for her club, Toska.

“Well…” Eli tugs on his boxes and places his hands on his hips, giving me a pointed look. “I think it’s a masterpiece.”

“Of course you do.” I chuckle, crouching to trace my fingers along an odd green pattern on the print. “Is that…are those?—?”

“Yep. That’s what my balls look like when you ride me.”

I bury my face in my hands with a snicker. “Jesus.”

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he kisses my neck. “Nope, just me.”

“I like this bit right here,” he says, moving to point towards two yellow shapes, with a dark pink color swirled in.

Squinting, I lean in closer. “Are those my tits?”

He smirks as he motions to a jumble of purple, blue and green with hints of yellow here and there. “And look at this, I clearly fucked you hard here because you can see it in the direction of the lines and the way your handprints move from there to there.”

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