“Tonight, can you meet me? I’ll text you the address.”
His smile is slow, and tingles move through my limbs at the sight of his handsome beauty. “Yeah, I’ll meet you. Are we done fighting?”
I nod. “I’m really sorry.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t be. We’re both figuring shit out. Just know going forward, I wanna figure it outwithyou, okay?”
I nod. And then we share one more hot, delicious kiss before he heads back inside, and I’m left counting down the minutes until he’s off work.
17
Beau
She licks her lips. “Prove it.”
Men don’t usually say something “took their breath away” but when I step inside the doors of the address Beck text me, I’m breathless.
This isherstudio.
Edison lights line the underside of stark white crown molding, giving the space a completely magical feel. In the ceiling are recessed can lights which are on, but dim, adding to the calming effect of the studio. Two of the four walls are lined with white shelves, a stormy gray painted on the walls behind it. Atop the shelves are a few pieces of pottery, shiny, various colors and styles, positioned just far enough apart so that you can appreciate them all. A few circular wood tables are scattered about the room, but otherwise, the place is spotless. I turn to face the small receptionist alcove in the corner and see a closed laptop and a five gallon bucket of what appear to be rags. On the back wall, clean aprons hang from black hooks, and below that are cubbies for personal items. In the back I spot an opening to a hall, and an opening to another room.
Walking slowly toward the second space, I can’t help but soak in every second because I am so fucking impressed (and kind of hard, too) that my girl did this. That this beautiful space is her passion–what she wants to do. The thought of her long, lean fingers smoothing around wet clay as a strand of blonde hair sticks to the sweat on her forehead, her legs spread to accommodate the pottery wheel. The fantasy is fleeting but enough to make me fully hard as I poke my head into the back room.
Three separate spaces within the room mark off three separate kilns, and that’s when I see her. Beck, standing over a large industrial sink, gray clay smeared up her arms, past her elbows. She’s scrubbing with a bristle brush, bubbles curling her wrists.
“Hey,” I greet, interrupting her. When she turns, I see almost exactly what I imagined. No wheel between her legs, and she’s washing instead of creating but the same beautiful, sweet smile and gorgeous wide blue eyes. “I’m in love with you.”
The words topple out on top of each other, and I really didn’t know I was going to say it. I felt it, and out it came.
She blinks.
“You don’t have to say it back, but I had to say it.” Then I close the distance between us, wrapping myself around her from behind, helping to work the water and soap up her arms.
My cock is hard at her back while I position the faucet over her hands as she washes.
“I’m glad you’re here,” she says, her voice low as she slowly sways her ass back into my groin. “I love how your chest feels against my back.”
I step back. “Just my chest?”
Twisting from her position at the sink, she rolls her eyes, and I laugh. “Not just your chest, but I was trying to be sweet, not vulgar.”
“Iwas just sweet to you,” I say, in reference to the big three words I just handed her. “Nowyoube vulgar to me.”
I’m joking, but as I step back up to her, covering her body with mine, she turns her head partially. With her chin on her shoulder, she whispers, “I want you to pull my pants down, get on your knees, and go down on me from behind.” She swallows, and I don’t know if she’s gaining courage or simply summoning more, but I fucking love it. I love hearing what she really wants so I know exactly how to make her happy.
And make her cum.
“Fu-uck,” I groan, smearing my unfortunately denim-covered cock against her full backside. I smooth my hands down her hips and grab her delicious ass. “That would be my pleasure.” I reach around her to unbutton her pants, and I love the spasm that shakes through her as my fingers graze her bare flesh.
I rub over her jeans, between her legs, feeling her warmth even through clothes. “You want me to make you cum, don’t you?” I whisper in her ear as I give her sweet pussy a few gentle pats. She tips her head back as I lean mine down, allowing our mouths to meet in a quick but powerful kiss. “Yes,” she finally mewls.
I make sure she doesn’t miss a word, positioning my lips at her ear when I say, “I’m going to put my mouth on your bare pussy in a minute. I’m gonna use my tongue to tease you and make your toes curl. I’m going to lick all that wetness you have for me, and I’m going to know whatyou wanting metastes like.”
She nearly melts in my arms, but I have one more very important thing to say.
“This studio looks absolutely beautiful, so it’s no surprise to me that it came from your heart and mind.” I let kisses melt down her neck before I finally tug down her jeans, leaving them banded around her ankles. “Lean over the sink for me, beautiful.”
She’s hesitant and nervous, I can feel it, but I swear to god, I’m going to spend my life making sure she knows her pussy is the greatest meal, that her body is the ultimate feast, and thatsheis everything.