Kiss Me Book 1 (7 page)

“
What? Why are you sorry?”
Christian said.

In the dim light of the
gallery she could see the truly puzzled look on his face. “I mean I
didn’t mean to . . . ya know . . .” she said, indicating his
face.

A knowing look shimmered
in his eyes, and he took a step closer. His hands rested on her
bare hips. “Look at me,” he said.

She lifted her gaze to
meet his steady one. There was a certain tenderness there that
she’d never seen before.

“
Don’t ever apologize for
finding pleasure. What just happened with this,” he said, pointing
to his face, “Is something that is rare to find in a woman. I want
you to find pleasure like you’ve never known before.”

“
But you don’t even know
me,” she whispered.

“
I know you more than you
think I do,” he said as he tilted her chin up and planted a soft
kiss against her mouth. She could taste her saltiness on his mouth,
and it was strangely enticing. She didn’t have time to think about
his last comment as he scooped her from her feet and carried her to
his loft.

Once there, he sat her on
the floor, and she noticed that plastic drop cloths had been spread
out all over the floor. In the middle of the plastic was a giant
piece of blank canvas. It was massive.

“
What’s this?” she
asked.

“
I want to try something,
if you’re up for it.”

“
Ummm okay?”

“
I want us to paint . . .
together.”

For a moment she just
stared at him as his words sank in. It was a technique that was
rather risqué but growing more and more popular in the scene of
abstract art. She’d never actually seen any of the finished work in
real life, only in magazines.

“
You want us to create a
sex abstract,” she said.

“
I do.”

“
I thought you wanted to
tie me up and fuck me until I couldn’t walk,” she said.

His blue eyes narrowed
slightly, giving her a smoldering look. “Oh, I will be tying you
up, eventually. Because, you see, I don’t plan on letting you leave
any time soon. In fact,” he said, as he sucked his lip between his
teeth and chewed on it, an action that sent a cluster of
butterflies fluttering wildly through her stomach, “I’m going to
fuck you from one end of this loft to the other and then back
again. But first I think, with the intense chemistry we have going
on, combined with the right . . .”

He didn’t get a chance to
finish before she pressed her body against his. “I’m in,” she said
huskily.

“
Awesome.” He bent low and
kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue between her lips and teasing
her mouth. His hands roamed over her body, coming to rest on her
backside. He squeezed and pulled at her ass, gripping it much like
one would grip a basketball.

He captured a nipple
between his lips and sucked and tugged, causing her head to fall
back and a soft moan to escape her lips.

“
I wanted to do that now
because once the paint is all over us I won’t be able to taste you
anymore.”

“
The paint is safe,
right?”

“
Yes. It’s completely
nontoxic and is actually made for this particular style of
painting. It won’t irritate our . . . bodies in any
way.”

“
Good.”

“
Are you ready?”

She nodded, suddenly
feeling very nervous. He walked over to the table and removed two
large tubes, one red and the other black.

“
You’re going to be red,”
he said as he squeezed a generous amount of thick red paint onto
her chest. As soon as the cold paint met her feverish skin she
yelped a little.

Christian smiled impishly.
“Sorry.” With one finger he spread the paint over her nipples and
bare stomach and motioned for her to turn around. He dripped paint
down her back, and, as it whispered against her skin, she shivered
once more.

“
Now, put some of the black
on my back and smear it around.”

Taking the tube in her
hand, she did as she was told. She laughed when he sucked in a
sharp breath, cursing at the coolness of the paint. He then took
the two tubes and placed them on the floor beside the
canvas.

With a sudden fierceness,
Christian reached out and pulled her roughly against his chest. At
first the squishing sensation of the paint between them was
distracting; however, that quickly changed when his tongue licked
the column of her neck, gently grazing his teeth against the
sensitive flesh as he kissed his way up.

Their hands began to roam
and stroke each other, the paint tracing their movements. Amy was
surprised at the elevated arousal the paint provided as its satiny
smoothness combined with Christian’s commanding hands glided over
her body. Gently, he lowered their bodies onto the canvas. At first
they gently stroked and rubbed against each other; however, as
their desire began to grow, so did the urgency in their
touch.

Christian rolled onto his
back, pulling Amy onto of him. “Show me how badly you want my
cock,” he said, gruffly, “stroke your pussy for me. I want to watch
you.”

Christian lifted his
knees, giving her something to rest her back against as she
adjusted. Her bare ass and dripping wet pussy were pressed just
above his erection. Without hesitation she slid her hands down over
her paint-smeared stomach and began to run her fingers in circles
over her hardened clit. Immediately her pussy was flooded with
moisture.

She parted her lips and
let out a moan as she moved faster and faster. “That’s right. Rub
that pussy for me,” he growled as he reached up and palmed her
breasts. His hands were a mixture of red and black as he plucked
and squeezed her nipples roughly. The sharp pain brought her
pleasure on more fully.

Faster and faster her
hands worked over her pussy. Her hips were rocking as she ground
her slit against him.

“
Stop,” he
commanded.

Immediately her fingers
ceased their movement and with one fast maneuver he had her sliding
down the length of his rigid cock.

“
I’ve thought of nothing
but your sweet pussy riding me like this,” he said as he forced his
hips up to meet her downward thrusts. She couldn’t manage words as
her body began to hum and vibrated. “Fuck,” he said as she changed
her movements and began to roll her body, much like a stripper or
belly dancer would.

She didn’t get to do that
long before he had her flipped over and lying flat on her stomach.
Paint squished against her cheek, pressing clumped strands of black
and red paint-filled hair against her forehead and across her face.
Her hands splayed out to the sides as he took her by the hips and
hoisted her onto her knees.

“
Mmm, what a beautiful
ass,” he said as he gave it a sharp slap.

Amy screamed
out.

“
You like that?”

“
Y-yes,” she whimpered as
she writhed around on the paint.

Again he brought his palm
down, this time harder and faster. The paint splattered and
squished but he paid no never mind as he rained blow after blow
against her ass. Her tits pressed into the canvas, the rough
material rubbing her nipples raw.

“
I want that pussy, Amy. I
can see it dripping right now,” he said as he teased the tip of his
cock against her opening. He pushed the head slightly just inside
her opening before pulling it back again. She let out a frustrated
cry.

“
What’s that?” he said,
goading her as he squeezed her ass.

“
Please,” she
mewled.

“
Please what?”

“
Fuck me. Christian, please
fuck me!” she cried as she arched her back.

“
With pleasure.” That was
all he said as her thrust into her, pushing her around in the
paint. Leaning forward, Christian’s chest pressed against her back
as he reached around and laced his fingers through hers. It was an
awkward position but one, she found out, that hit just the right
spot. As his steely cock rubbed against the sweet spot, they moved
their hands together in the paint, slashing black and red smudges
along the white canvas.

Soon they shifted
positions as they both lay on their sides and Christian entered her
from behind, hitching her leg up over her hip. This granted him
access not only to her g-spot but opened her body up for him to
stroke and caress any way he deemed fit. And boy did he use it to
his advantage. With each hard thrust he pinched and rolled a nipple
roughly between his fingers. Amy’s head rolled back and rested
against his chest as he drilled her harder and harder.

“
Christian, I can’t hold on
m-much longer,” she stammered. The crescendo of ecstasy was rapidly
growing closer, and once it hit there would be no holding back. She
could feel her body curling in on itself in preparation for
release.

“
Let it go,” he said as he
reached down and stroked her clit. That was all it took. Her body
exploded and she slammed her pussy back against his throbbing cock
as she convulsed around him.

“
That’s right, princess,
let it go,” he said and coaxed with his fingers while continuing to
thrust.

Torrent after torrent of
orgasm coursed through her. Her arm slid across the canvas, pushing
black and red paint to the farthest edges. Her body felt like it
was on fire. She let out a little sigh and felt the tension slip
from her body as she drifted on a hazy cloud of passion.

She could feel Christian’s
mouth against her ear.

“
Oh no, lover, we’re just
now getting started.” His breath was hot, he voice thick with
desire. His cock was still imbedded deeply inside her, hard as
steel. Finally, as her body ceased to quiver, he carefully
withdrew. His absence filled Amy with longing.

He moved to stand on the
plastic and, reaching down, helped Amy to her feet. She got a good
look at him, and, even covered head to toe in red and black paint,
he looked beautiful. His long hair was matted and streaked. He had
a red smudge on his cheek and a black one across his forehead. Amy
also noticed that he had a couple of red smudged handprints on his
chest and arms. Her eyes drifted down to his surging erection,
standing a full salute.

“
You keep looking at me
like that and we won’t make it to the shower. I’m going to fuck you
against that rail,” he said ticking his head to the left. They were
three floors up. The rail looked sturdy, and the thought of being
banged against it caused her folds to quiver.

She arched a brow and
slowly moved her eyes over his body, lightly licking her lips as
she went.
Thank the sweet baby Jesus for
the two bottles of wine and liquid courage,
she thought, because without them she couldn’t have done any
of this.

He released a low guttural
growl and, grabbing her by the neck, adding just a touch of
pressure, he pushed her back until the cold steel met her back. He
held her by the neck, watching her face. He was so close she could
see her reflection in his eyes.

“
What are you going to do?”
she asked.

“
I’m going to make you
submit to me,” he said.

Her pussy was pulsing all
over again. He ran his nose along her jaw line and down her neck.
“I’m going to make you beg for it and then . . . since you’re being
a little defiant, well, that punishment will be entirely
different.”

He didn’t give her a
chance to respond as he spun her around and lifted her right leg,
placing her foot on the middle bar. He folded her hands over the
railing, covering one with his while he guided his dick deep inside
her hole with the other. Once he was in he covered her free hand
with his and forced her to hold onto the bar. She wasn’t going
anywhere.

With fierce strokes he
entered her from behind. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to
focus on the dick sliding in and out of her and not on the fact
that she was standing somewhere very, very high. Her fears soon
melted away as she began to throb once more. Briefly she wondered
how much pleasure she could endure before dying.

As Christian plowed his
hips into her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder, paint be
damned. She let loose a scream as the inflicted pain caused her to
step dangerously close to the edge of another orgasm. She could
already feel herself begin to tighten and quiver.

“
Uh . . . oh. . . shit,”
she moaned as he went deeper and deeper inside of her. Her body
began to hum.

Christian reached down and
stretched her leg to the top rail, opening her tight little pussy
further. It wasn’t going to be long before he blew his shit all
over the place. She was so tight and wet. It was the most amazing
thing he’d ever felt in his life. In and out he moved, his
paint-slicked body straining and gliding against hers.

His balls were beginning
to tighten and he knew if he didn’t stop soon it would be over. But
damn if he didn’t want to keep pounding her. He’d never been with a
woman that responded so hotly to him or allowed him to be rough
with her. Amy was amazing. She wanted to be dominated just as much
as he wanted to dominate.