Finally, their mouths came together, open and diving deep into one another’s with their tongues. Olivia ran her hands through his hair savagely, panting and gasping as he moved his hands up the back of her shirt to unclasp her strapless bra. It came loose and fell to the floor, and the sight of her hard nipples beneath her shirt nearly threw him into a frenzy.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he said.
She forced his mouth back to hers, sucking on his lip, circling him with her tongue, and then finally biting down softly. She was a savage mess, uncontrolled and wild, and Henry was beyond thankful he was the subject of all of her fervor.
Henry ran his mouth from her chin to her neck, biting and licking and kissing in unison with her approving sounds. She reached down to begin stroking him as he arrived at her breasts, forcing them to the V-neck portion of her shirt.
Henry felt like he was blinded, seeing her large and perfectly round bosom in front of his face. He wanted to paint them himself from every single angle to memorize her perfumed skin and the flawless way they curved and reacted to his touch. He kissed each one lightly before reacting to Olivia’s hand on his cock.
“God, you’re hard already, baby,” she whispered.
He smirked as he flicked her nipples into his mouth, watching as her eyes rolled back and she arched like a goddess. He needed her naked, right there on the studio floor where anyone could walk in anytime and see their naked bodies sprawled in the paint.
She was stroking him tightly as he began removing her shirt, then slowly lowered her body to the floor as their mouths collided once again. She felt like everything to him as he held her in his arms. Every valley and tasty bend of her luscious form was making him quiver. She laid flat as he kissed down her body, pulling at her jeans and underwear with his hands and teeth.
“Mmm, baby,” Olivia moaned.
All of their quarrels and problems seemed to have disappeared for the time being. Henry could feel himself falling deeper in love with her with each gracious sound she made, every time she looked at him with those absorbing blue gems, with every stroke of her electric skin. He knew he was in trouble, especially if he didn’t mean the same to her. What if she just wanted sex?
It didn’t matter, though. In the middle of the day in the art studio, the afternoon sun glossed their sweaty bodies as they became the masters of each other's pleasure.