Page 56 of Bleeding Hearts
I purposely made mine as messy and terrible as possible, and her laughter makes my efforts worthwhile. “That’s terrible.” She giggles as she leans against me. “Why do I have three eyes?”
“That’s your nose,” I reply proudly, and her laughter makes my own dance across my lips. “Yours can’t be as bad as mine. Now show me yours, baby.”
I take her hand and let her lead me to her easel. She’s quiet as I stare at the canvas. It’s black and white with intricate fine lines and dripping black paint and it’s . . .
It’s fucking amazing.
“Alice, this is—” I stare in shock. “It’s incredible!”
“I’ve drawn your face a million times,” she admits as I turn to look at her. “I know it better than my own. “Drawing you is like therapy to me. Every line is a piece of my love,” she admits. “To me, you are the definition of art. The dips, colors, andunique beauty of your face are all I could think about when they explained what art was.”
I just gape at her. How the hell did I ever push this girl away? How did I try to convince us both I was not deeply and madly in love with her?
“We need to leave,” I state.
“Wait, what?” she asks.
“We need to go somewhere private . . . now,” I grit out.
“Why?” she asks, completely oblivious.
“Because I need to fuck my girlfriend.” I march to the door, but she tugs me back, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
“How long do we have this studio for?” she inquires slyly.
I frown, not understanding. “Three hours.”
“We only used it for just over an hour.” She winks, and I watch as she walks around, gathering things, then moves toward the door. She blocks the glass panels with canvases and engages the lock before looking around and nodding, and then she turns to me. “Let’s make use of the rest of our time.”
Without warning, she pulls her shirt off before prowling toward me in her tiny skirt and high heels. Alice runs her hands up my chest to my neck and drapes them over my shoulders. “How about we make a different kind of art?”
“I’m better with my tongue than a brush, baby,” I murmur as I turn us, not needing to be told twice. Her laughter morphs into a moan as I kiss her.
Walking her backwards, I grab what I need as we go, and then I push her down onto her back. Her eyes widen as she hits a canvas, but before she can speak, I’m on her again. My lips press against hers in a desperate, wild kiss as my hands slide up her soft thighs and tug off her skirt and panties. I toss them away, knowing she’ll be mad if they are ruined and I plan to get messy.
When she gasps and claws at my arms, I sit up and straddle her. My chest heaves as desire courses through me. My cunt ishot, and my clit throbs as I stare down at her spread out on the canvas, her curls stark against the white backdrop. She looks like the fucking Mona Lisa.
“Lals,” she begs as she sits up, grabbing at my tee and tugging it off. I put my shirt and my glasses to the side as her mouth glides down my neck, licking the sensitive flesh. Groaning, I cradle her head, sliding my fingers into her thick hair as her perfect lips move over my collarbone, leaving stinging bites, and then farther down until she captures my nipple and suckles.
I’m so fucking glad I didn’t wear a bra today.
My eyes close in ecstasy as I grind into her, my desire so wild it hurts. I’m so hot and wet, I feel myself dripping. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her. It’s not about forgetting with her—it’s about love.
She turns her head and sucks my other nipple, rolling it between her lips as her hands slide up and over my fishnets then under my skirt. Alice grabs my ass and squeezes until I can’t take it anymore.
Yanking her head back, I watch as her eyes widen. She’s breathing heavily, her face is pink, and her blush flushes down her neck to her chest. Pushing Alice onto her back, I take in her beauty before I stand and remove the rest of my clothes. When I’m as naked as she is, I kneel and crawl up her body, sliding my hands up her thighs as I kiss her perfect legs. Her hands fist at her sides as she writhes on the canvas. When I reach her hips, I lick them with teasing strokes of my tongue.
“Lals,” she murmurs as her thighs fall open, exposing her pink, glistening pussy. She’s so wet, she’s dripping for me. Alice is wild with desire, but I want her even wilder. I want her to be completely dependent and obsessed with me so she’ll never leave.
I need her to want me as much as I want her.
Smirking, I grab what I need, uncap it, then squirt the red paint across her belly and hips. She gasps, rearing up, and gapes at the red paint on her skin. “Lally!”
“Shh, or they will think something is wrong,” I murmur as I slide my hands through the paint and down her thighs before pressing my palms to the canvas on either side of her, leaving my marks there. “You said we’re going to make a different kind of art.”
She looks down, realizing what I mean, and then meets my eyes. Before she can protest, I press her thighs wider apart and drop into the gap.
I keep my gaze on my girl as I drag my tongue up her folds, tasting every inch of her. Her eyes roll back as she jerks in my grip. I toss her legs over my shoulders and spread her pretty pussy as I circle her clit with my tongue, knowing what drives her crazy. I drink down every reaction as she tries to muffle her cries of pleasure, and when she rocks her hips, I know she’s close, so I stop and thrust my tongue inside her. Alice is so fucking sweet and tangy. It’s my favorite fucking taste in the world.
