Page 103 of The Art of You

He uttered a few choice words in frustration, more than likely at this whole situation.

“Tell me, please. Promise me you’ll be okay. And you’ll hear those words over and over when you return. And when you come back to me, I’ll give you everything, including my body and my heart.”

“You and I both know damn well I already have your heart.” The edges of his lips lifted into a dark, unexpectedsmile. “And, darlin’, you do realize I’m already highly motivated to survive, don’t you? Knowing you want me, and feeldittofor me, has me wanting to live. Forever, actually.”

Well, that was incredibly beautiful and romantic. “Sixty seconds of airport time, then,” I relented. “Use it wisely.”

He shot me a cute lopsided grin, reading me perfectly. He knew I wanted a hell of a lot more than a minute, and he’d be getting it. We both deserved it.

“Yes, ma’am.” He scooped me into his arms and wasted no time carrying me into the bedroom.

“Careful with your arm.”

“I don’t give a damn about my arm,” he said while walking with me.

He set me down in front of the bed, then he immediately knelt before me, taking both my sweatpants and panties along with him.

“And what are you doing?” I asked teasingly.

“You know exactly what I’m doing. What I’ve been thinking about doing for damn near forever.” He buried his fingertips into the sides of my hips and lifted his blues up to my face. “And you know what I’m waiting to hear.” Eyes returning between my legs, he demanded, “Use your words. Tell me what you want.”

“Oh, God.”

“I’d prefer my name instead.” He smirked. “Now, tell me you want me to slide my tongue over your cunt. Lick your pussy forjustsixty seconds. Tell me. I need to hear you say it. Do you want me to eat you out?”

This man and his mouth would do me in. “I want you to go down on me,” I murmured, bringing my hands to his shoulders, bracing for the impact of his tongue. I felt his warm breath skate across my heated skin.

He leaned closer, eyes locked on mine, then slowly draggedhis tongue along my slit. After only one expert stroke of his tongue, I saw the other side. It was pretty and colorful. Radiating light. It was art in its purest form.

“Be more explicit,” he commanded.

My thighs tensed and tightened with need. I was soaking wet. “Fuck my pussy with your mouth,” I finally admitted, feeling shy but also empowered.

“Attagirl,” he remarked in a deep, sensual voice before lowering back between my legs.

With every flick of his tongue, and groan of pleasure from him, I lost my control, unable to hold back anymore. “Do you have a condom?” I cried out, digging my fingernails into his shoulders when he sent me even higher, brushing against the pinnacle of orgasm heaven.

He swirled his tongue at my most sensitive spot before stopping. “Maybe.” The word rolled from his lips, teasing my clit.

Oh jeez. He was massaging my center with his tongue again, and I wasn’t going to last. Chills swept over my skin and I held on to him even tighter.

He kept going, not missing a beat. His hungry moans as he licked and sucked matched my cries of ecstasy.

My nipples hardened, and the muscles in my legs tensed as my toes curled. I threw my head back as a feral scream ripped from deep within my lungs as he made me come harder than I ever had. Releasing his shoulders, falling onto my forearms on the bed, I writhed against his face, riding out the orgasm even longer.

“That’s my girl,” he said huskily, not stopping until I was totally spent. He dragged his finger down the inside of my thigh to my knee before standing.

I slowly sat upright, finding his cock strained against his jeans as he stared at me. The man was sin in the most beautiful form. And all mine.

I left the bed, kicking my sweats and panties free from where they sat around my ankles as I eliminated the space between us.

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

I reached for his button and zipper. “I’m getting you off, too.”

He took hold of my chin, urging my eyes up to meet his. I’d bow to this man every day of the week. Happily be his own personal canvas to create beauty from if he’d be mine.

“Don’t want your cock in my mouth?” I arched my brow, then licked my lips, and he growled out something too low for me to hear. Maybe it was only a string of sounds.

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