Nothing stands out to me, not the handwriting or the use of words. I'm clueless. I wonder if this person will ever step forward to let me know it was them who sent the gift. Maybe I can search online for some companies or local businesses that make gifts like the personalized brushes. That could be one way of finding out, ask the places about this particular brush set, it's possible they may know something.
My pasta is boiling over, I throw the note down and run to the pot. I clean up the mess and make my plate, sitting in front of my laptop to do some research on the mystery person. I find several online options, if one were to order and have it shipped, but I run into a couple local locations that offer personalization as well. I email each of them, asking if they can help me out. I sit back and think about how I canceled on Adrian tonight, kind of regretting my decision. My mind starts wandering with thoughts about what we talked about yesterday, where we stand on what's going on between us.
What we have is damn complicated actually. I feel like I'm running with nowhere to go. Hell, I don't even know why I would want to run. Pushing anything away that scares the shit out of me... I try to hide from my own emotions.
I go back to my laptop to begin research for my next client's request, staring at the screen for probably two minutes, tapping next to the mouse with my black and red lace manicure. I begin thinking again. He doesn't know me at all and yet he gets me. It's like he can see through my soul. I just want to touch him. I want to feel his strong hands gliding across my ass from behind me.
A text breaks into my warm thoughts before I can finish them:
'It's like you're a drug that I should be avoiding, but you're the dope dealer & you keep me coming back for more. You're my beautiful bad habit that I can't get out of my system. I need to come over.'
I reply, flush from his words, 'You have a way of making me feel you with your words. Like you're right here next to me, speaking them into my ear. How do you have these powers?'
As I await his response, my body starts to clench with anticipation. Fuck it.
'Come to me.' I rush a text and hit send before I can think twice.
A knock on my door startles me from my phone. It's pouring rain outside, I can hear it beating on the windows. A flash of lightning strikes just as I get up to answer the door. I jump. Damn I need to relax. I hurry to the door, realizing whoever it is must be soaking wet from waiting on me. I crack open the door, look to see who it is before opening it completely. It's him. He's here, standing on my porch, dripping wet.
"Damn." I manage to quietly breath out, since I suddenly lost all ability to speak.
"I told you I need to come over." He pushes the door open and approaches me slowly.
"But I literally just texted you, how did you make it here so fast?" I ask as if it matters, but couldn't care less. I have what I want standing right in front of me. He looks at me intensely, taking my breath away. He didn't come to discuss mindless matters. He had no words. I can tell he wants to take me, here and now.
"Adrian" I whisper as he takes another step closer to me.
He shakes his head slightly to one side with a sexual grin and licks the rain off of his bottom lip. In this instant, my body turns completely flush, I can feel my blood flow hot through my veins.
"You're not fooling me, Veronica, I know what you want to do with me. I know what you have woken up thinking about, the thoughts that you have fallen asleep to. I know the dreams and fantasies you have running through your seductive mind."
I believe I am red in the face, blushing like he just exposed my naked truth to the world., but it's just the two of us. I know now that he can see right through me. I know he gets me.
"Since you seem to know me so well, what is it that I want?" I ask to verify that he would answer the way I already know he will.
"Me. All of me. On demand." Perfect. I never really doubted him.
"And what do you want?" My skin tingles with excitement from the thought of his answer.
"For you to do everything you have been desiring to do with me. I want you to let out what you've been hiding from me. I don't want you to tell me, I need you to show me." He grabs me by my waist and pushes up against me. "I'm yours to use as you please, no more holding back."
I look into his eyes, reach my hand to his hair and begin running my fingers through his curls, short and tightly wound to his scalp from being wet. I pull his face to mine, softly bringing my lips to his. Kissing him, enveloping my lust into every lick and kiss. His hands cupping my ass, bringing me into his erection as close as possible. With each motion of our tongues, my temperature grows hotter, my blood was boiling with the heat of sexual intensity. I pull back, grab his shirt by the bottom hem, and lead him outside to the back deck.
"I want you in the rain." It's very dark, only lit by the moon and subtle flashes of lightning in the distance. He takes his wet white tee off, I catch a glimpse of his chest and abs in the flash of lightning as he raises the shirt over his head. Damn, this is absolute perfection in front of me. He tosses his shirt to the ground and leans back from me a bit to unbuckle his belt.
"Wait." I stop him as he starts taking it out of the loops. "Don't lose that, we may need to use it." I see him smile.
Mmm, his smile, luscious lips. Clean white teeth with the smallest flaw of a tiny chip on the inner corner of a top tooth towards one side, barely crooked, the rest pretty straight, but unique. His lips form gorgeously with his grin, lines in the corners of his mouth that curl so beautifully. He is the only one with his smile. His voice, his touch, his personality and mentality. Those details are what makes him special, the only one I want to have me.
I watch the rain run down every inch of his body as he slides his jeans off. I've got my personal fantasy playing out before my very eyes. I am the luckiest woman on earth. Nobody has what I have. I have him.
The rain is warm, inviting, and giving me sensations I have never felt. My biggest fantasy has always been to fuck in the rain, Adrian is the only person worthy of finally making it happen. He slides my clothes off and worships my body with his fingers. His touch is like flame to a candle, warming my skin. Placing his hands all over me, caressing my inner being. I arch my back as we stand facing one another, he kisses my neck and down to my breasts, sucking the rain off of them and making them fully erect.
My hands run through his hair, down the back of his neck, and all over his strong back. The rain falling upon us is creating a wet blanket on our skin. He holds me up against the outside of the house and I wrap my legs around his hips, crossing them behind him. Our eyes meet as he pushes inside of me, bringing a full on rush of blood throughout my entire body. I hold onto his shoulders, and he pushes into me deeper until I moan out of pure pleasure. His hard, thick, cock is the best feeling ever. I feel like I'm pouring out along with the rain that's falling from the dark sky.
I put my legs down, he kisses me passionately. We move to the grass, I grab the belt on the way. I wrap the belt around the back of his neck and bend over, holding onto the wet leather, pulling him close. He leans in and shoves his cock inside of me as deep and hard as he can. I pull on the belt, it's holding him in place and making him fuck harder and harder. His balls slapping against my inner thighs and clit, I yell with pleasure as he slides in again and again. In and out, each penetration bringing me closer to climax.
He stands from his kneeling position, and wraps the belt around my wrists, bringing it under me, the end of it at my pussy. He grabs it, pulls hard, and my face meets the ground. My wrists are under me, the belt rubbing against my clit and in between the walls of my pussy. He holds onto the end of it, and hunches down in a squatting position, lowering himself to my ass. His wet dick slides into my pussy and he begins to pound me as I whimper from the climbing climax he's bringing me to. He tugs at the belt, it hits against my clit as he plunges in again.
I release everything within me, my body shaking and jerking from the ultimate orgasm. He moans and comes hard, making my come that much more int
ense. I look back at his and he releases the belt as he stands up, reaching down to help me up.
“I told you that you have nothing to worry about.” I say breathlessly to him.
“You liked that, huh?” He grins wide, breathing hard from his orgasm.
“Fuck, I loved it. I knew you had it in you, fast learner.” I wink.
We wrap up in each other, letting the rain wash away the dirt and grass from our bodies. His embrace is comforting. I need more.
“Lay down.” I demand and point at the rug on the deck.
He listens like a good boy and lays flat on his back, his naked body exposed fully for my pleasure. I walk over to him and kneel down at his feet. My hands start at his ankles, moving up his legs and thighs, over his semi softened cock. I move my body up further, caressing his abdomen and chest. I move up further, until I am sitting on his face, and feeling his hot breath between my legs. I grab his hands and place them on my breasts, having him grab onto them, pulling me down onto his lips.
I bounce up and down, grinding and moving my hips. I reach back behind of me, grabbing his dick, stroking it while I ride his face. He becomes hard as a rock and the rain slickens my strokes. I go faster, harder, forcing an orgasm for both of us. I want it rough, I want him to fucking moan and come all over. I near climax, grab onto the head of his cock and tighten my grip as my pussy snaps from another mind blowing orgasm. I stroke his cock until the hot come seeps out and his dick throbs from the release.
I roll off of him and lay beside him. We both breathe heavily, the rain starting to let up some. Our bodies both shaking from pleasure. I turn to him, breathing him in. I want more, but he looks beat, so I leave it where it's at for now. My orgasms were enough to please me highly, I just can't seem to get enough of him. He turns and looks at me, smiling.
“Anything else I can do for you, Ms. Thorne?” He snickers, knowing now that I hate when he calls me that.
I smack him playfully and sit up to hover over him and kiss his glistening lips. We both stand up and run into the house, laughing and breathing hard from the excitement of what just happened. I grab some towels and we dry off, standing there naked, taking in all we can of one another. The moment is sexual, making my woman hood aroused once again, but I hold back. I bite my lip at him and wink.
“You look so sexy in rain.” I tell him. “You look sexy standing here right now, too. I would never let you get dressed if it was up to me.” I grin.
“Is that right? Well you are sexy every time I look at you, and you definitely looked extra hot in the pouring rain. That was really the best sex I've ever had in my life.” He grins back.
“It will only get better.” I assure him.
“I don't know what could be better than that, but I'm willing to find out.”
“Stick around me and you will.”
“Oh, I plan on sticking around as long as you allow me to.”
“Good, I like that.” I wink at him.
“I guess I should head out, let you get that rest you wanted to get.” He looks like he doesn't want to go, but I can't get myself to let him stay.
“Yeah, I've got some more work I need to catch up on tomorrow morning. Then Jenna and I will be heading over to the shop to see what's going on with my car.”
“Oh... okay. Well I hope you have a good night then.” He wraps the towel tightly around his waist. “Mind if I borrow this? My clothes are soaked.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, go ahead, keep it.”
I can tell he doesn't want to leave, he was probably hoping I would beg him not to when he said he should. I just can't let that happen. I know what staying the night leads to. He should know that's not where we stand, but his disappointment says otherwise. He gathers his things and heads to the front door.
“Thank you for tonight. I'll see you later, Veronica.” His lips meet mine for a delicious good night kiss.
“I'll call you tomorrow.”
He walks off, short with his words, I know his feelings are hurt by my pride.
My alarm wakes me up bright and early, not caring that I didn't sleep well last night. I slowly drag myself out of bed, knowing I have a lot to take care of today. I call Jenna after I shower, dress, and eat something. She's picking me up on the way to work this morning, and then we're going to look at my car. She pulls up and honks, I run out the door; feeling like I'm forgetting something.
“Good morning beautiful.” She smiles brightly at me.
“Morning. Can we stop and get some coffee?” I ask as I slide my sunglasses on.
She snickers, “Of course we can. Rough night?”
“Yeah.” I lay back in the seat of her car.
“Good or bad rough?”
“Good while Adrian was there. Not so great when the time came for me to get some sleep, I tossed and turned all night. My mind just didn't want to shut down.”
“What on your mind kept you up?”
“Everything. I mean, my life has literally taken a complete turn recently. I can't seem to concentrate on work like I need to. It's just that so much is happening all at once, I don't know, it's like I'm spinning out of control.”
“You need to take a break. You've been through a lot in the last week, and I think you're being too hard on yourself.”
“I don't have time for a break. That's the problem.” I sigh.
“Well, once you get the Triple R's out of the way, you need to make time before you drive yourself into the ground.”
I nod. “Always looking out for my best interest.” I give her a half smile and she smiles back.
We stop at Bistro 31 to get our coffees and head to the gallery.
I'm standing in my studio, music playing in the background, staring at the blank canvas that's in front of me. I pull out my phone and send a text to Adrian.
'You working today?'
He replies a moment later. 'Yeah. What's up?'
'The next break you have, come see me at the gallery.'
'Something wrong?'
'No, just come see me. I'll be in the back most of the day.'
'Yes, ma'am.'
I roll my eyes at his response and chuckle. He would call me that.
I get to work, painting a peaceful meadow that's wide open and free of worry. There's a stunning lady in white, kneeling down, her hand grazing the weeds. I can feel her breathing in the clean air, filling her lungs and releasing all of her cares as she watches them float away. I close my eyes briefly, picturing myself in the painting, wishing I was there right now to escape from everything around me. I put the finishing touches to my work of art, pouring my heart into every last drop of paint that touches the canvas. I step back and stare into the world I just created, it's captivating. I envy her, the lady in white.
There's a tap on the door, and I snap back to reality. I answer it and Adrian looks up at me, smiling. I waste no time. I grab his shirt, pulling him inside, and swing the door closed behind us. He's instantly in my embrace, kissing each other with desperate passion. We don't say a word, we just start undressing. There's a small sofa I have pushed up against the wall, I look over at it and back at Adrian. He grins and we agree with our eyes.
I walk over to the sofa, naked from head to toe, and bend over the arm of it. He walks up behind me, and runs his hands up my spine to my neck, caressing me deeply. It feels so good, his hands, massaging out the kinks. He brings his hands back to my ass and doesn't hesitate to slide inside of me, his cock fully rock hard and ready to fill me. I let out a moan, the sensation bursting from my pussy to every end of my body. Damn I needed this, to feel him inside, I crave this feeling all day. He pumps in and out, hard, giving me all of his frustrations from last night. I know he wanted to stay, and I know it had him fucked up that I didn't allow him to. He continues to take it out on me, showing me how it made him feel. I cry out with pleasure, every stroke deeper than the last, my body jolting forward. I lean up and pull forward until his dick falls out of my wet pussy. I turn around to face him and put one hand on his coc
k and one hand on his throat.
“You're mad? Fuck me like you mean it... I don't believe you.” I squeeze his throat just enough to let him know I still have control.
He grabs onto both of my wrists, one at his throat and one on his hard cock, and pull my arms down to put my hands under my ass. He opens my legs and leans me back, my ass propped on the arm of the sofa, bringing my pussy up in the air and my back resting on the sofa with my hands tucked underneath of me. He grabs my thighs and pushes my legs upwards, over his shoulders. He slaps his dick onto my clit, and beats it until I almost burst. His cock suddenly thrusts deep into me, making me scream out. His hands tighten their grip on my hips, he pulls me against him as he pushes into me.
He slams again and again, slapping our skin together violently. He leans forward, grabbing my bouncing breasts, and he is so deep inside me that I climax instantly, then I am thrown into convulsions as I reach my intense orgasm. My heels digging into his back. My pussy snapping against the stiffness of his cock, he lets out a loud moan and releases his come, his head pulsating and shaft throbbing inside of my walls. Sweat drips down onto me from his face. He looks at me, letting out all his anger along with his orgasm. He leans up and pulls out of me, I sit up straight on the sofa arm. He grabs his clothes from the floor and dresses quickly. I just watch, but he catches me staring.
“Satisfied?” He asks in a cocky way.
“Very. You?” I smile at him.
“I've got to get back to work.” He picks up his wallet from the floor and slides it into his back pocket.
My smile disappears. His demeanor is heavy and short with me.
“Okay... I'll call you later?” I ask, not knowing what else to say.
“Cool.” He nods once at me and then leaves without another glance my way.
Shit, I must have really struck a nerve with him last night. I feel awkward, like he only wanted to prove his point. It's not what I was hoping for when he came to see me this afternoon. My satisfaction quickly takes a turn and I'm ready to leave, I can't work feeling this way. I get dressed and shut everything down in my studio, locking up the door and heading to the front to see if Jenna is ready to go to the shop.
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