by Amanda Black
He locked his eyes with hers and did everything in his power to block out what she was doing, but it was impossible. He could see her hand moving in his peripheral vision, he could hear her panting moans, and before long he could hear the wet sucking noises as her fingers moved inside her body at an increasing speed. She never looked away from him, though, and her eyes had become liquid fire. It was the most intense look they had ever shared, and it made Ethan want to cry out in agony.
Before long, her noises were almost drowned out by the roaring of blood in his ears. It pounded to the same rhythm of the pulsing in his dick, which hurt so badly that he whimpered. When Ethan saw her body beginning to tremble, he didn’t know if he would make it. He was so fucking close to finishing, but apparently so was she. With one hand still rapidly painting, he used his other to pop open the buttons on his jeans without even looking, gripping himself roughly to relieve some of the pressure.
Lily tried to maintain their eye contact, but she couldn’t stop herself from sneaking glances at his fist as it worked his engorged flesh. It was hypnotic, watching the way his broad tip turned almost purple on the upstroke, and the grunts and growls coming from him were driving her to the brink of insanity.
It was suddenly too much for her. She needed him too badly, and seeing him like that was all it took to hurtle her over the edge. She began trembling violently, throwing her head back and closing her eyes to the ecstasy as a litany of curses and moans broke through her lips. Somewhere in the distance she heard a loud growl, followed by thunderous footsteps.
When Lily opened her eyes seconds later, Ethan was towering over her at her side. The ravenous look on his face as he stared down at her was almost scary in its intensity, but it only turned her on more. He was a man possessed. She noticed that he had kicked his jeans off completely, and his cock stood straight up, almost curving back towards his stomach.
With a deep groan, Lily reached out and grabbed his hips, pulling him closer to her mouth. She looked up at him one last time before gripping his erection firmly by the base and swirling her tongue around the tip, sliding her lips over him quickly and sucking him to the back of her throat. Ethan snarled violently, far past words, and thrust his hips forward, pulling back slowly at first only to thrust back in faster the next time. Lily moaned around him as he moved in her mouth, and Ethan reached down and took up where her hand had left off, slipping inside her silken folds to circle her clitoris with two fingers. She moaned again loudly, her body shaking around him, and it became too much. He didn’t want to finish in her mouth, and if he didn’t stop, that was exactly what was going to happen.
Moving quickly, he knelt at the foot of the chaise, spreading her thighs roughly before burying his face between them. Ethan lapped at her juices, using broad strokes with the flat of his tongue, knowing just how she liked it when they were being fast and dirty. Her cries rang out through the room, heaven to his ears, and in less than a minute he felt her fingers gripping his hair painfully, holding him in place as she ground herself against his hungry mouth.
Knowing that she was seconds away from another powerful orgasm, he leaned back on his knees, quickly positioning himself at her entrance. He knew that he wasn’t going to last very long, he was just too fucking excited, but this way he might still be able to feel her coming around him when he was inside her. There was absolutely nothing in the world that felt as good as Lily’s pussy when she clamped down on him mid-climax, milking him dry.
He paused for a moment, looking down at his cock against her wet flesh. Gripping himself, he rubbed the swollen tip back and forth against her clit a few times as she lifted her hips, seeking out more pressure. When their eyes met this time over her outstretched body, her gaze was full of such heat that he was afraid he might actually come before ever getting inside her.
“Do you want this?” he grunted, holding himself back with every ounce of his energy. It was her turn to be out of words, driven half-insane with need; the only thing she could do was nod vigorously. Ethan let himself go long enough to grab her ankles and lift them up to rest on his shoulders before guiding his cock to her entrance once again, sliding all the way to the hilt in one thrust.
“Fuck!” he snarled through clenched teeth, holding still for a moment, willing his body to calm down.
“Oh God, Ethan…don’t stop now!” Lily cried out in frustration.
“I’m not stopping,” he panted. “I’m just…getting my bearings here.”
“Your bearings? Let me help you out. You’re balls deep inside me. Now get moving!”
“Yes, dear,” he smirked, trying not to laugh. Lily didn’t seem to suffer too many mood swings, except when she was denied sex. There had been numerous occasions lately when he had needed to fast-track Mason’s bedtime stories and resort to bribery with Happy Meals to get him to go to sleep on time and keep Lily from getting grouchy.
Luckily her little diversion had pulled Ethan back from the edge and he was ready to continue. He held onto her shins and watched as he slowly moved inside her. He could see her juices coating him, making his erection glisten as he slid in and out of her welcoming heat. The feeling was indescribably amazing, and watching as it happened only intensified it that much more.
“So…fucking…beautiful,” he panted, thrusting his hips faster.
Lily was thinking the exact same thing, but she was staring up at her glorious husband. He looked powerful, the muscles shifting under his skin as he flexed his hips, pounding into her more roughly. His masculine beauty never failed to take her breath away, and he was never more divine than when he was inside her.
“Touch yourself for me, baby,” he begged. “I’m so close. I want to watch you.” She complied immediately, slipping her fingers between her folds to rub at her tightened bundle of nerves.
“Oh God,” she moaned, already feeling the tremors beginning in her thighs. He changed his angle slightly, grinding into her as he moved. “Oh Ethan…yes!” Her inner walls began to grip him tightly, and they both came unglued.
“Fuck!” he cried out, throwing his head back as he rode out his release, exploding violently inside her with thick spurts of fluid. As they both came down from their high, Ethan slowly set her legs on the chaise and slid in behind her, pulling her back to rest against his chest.
“That was…”
“Amazing,” Lily finished.
“Exactly,” he sighed, kissing the top of her head tenderly. He slid his hand around her waist, holding her baby bump possessively. “God, I love you. I just don’t know what I would do without you.”
Lily covered his hand with her own, their fingers entwined together over their unborn child. “You’ll never have to find out.”
At that moment, the baby chose to give a strong kick right underneath their hands. “Well,” Ethan laughed, “it looks as if someone agrees with you.”
“I think so. Unless someone is feeling left out.”
Ethan slid out from behind her quickly, running across the room to the small worktable set up beside his easel. When he grabbed his palette and brush, Lily groaned.
“You’re not already painting again, are you? Can’t we have even five minutes to hold each other?”
“No, I’m not.” He came forward again, kneeling down in front of her.
“Then what are you doing with that?”
“Well, just in case you’re right, and someone is feeling left out, I want to take care of that right now.” He dragged his brush through the small pile of soft blue that he had mixed to match the shade of the chaise and brought it to her stomach, allowing the bristles to glide smoothly over the rounded flesh. “There!” he smiled, setting down his palette and leaning back to appreciate his handiwork.
Lily looked down to see his elegant script stretched across her skin: Layne.
Ethan leaned over her belly and kissed it softly. “I can’t wait to meet you, baby boy.” He laid his head down and looked up at his wife. “Do you think he’ll like me?”
“A
re you kidding me?” Lily laughed, running her fingers through his hair. “Children of all ages adore you. What makes you think he will be any different?”
“Because I already adore him and he isn’t even born yet. How will our kids ever respect me when I’m wrapped around their fingers?”
“Maybe you should ask Richard how he handled it with you three. Or my dad. I’m pretty sure they will all tell you they felt the same way. You’ve done pretty well so far.”
Ethan considered this quietly while Lily continued to stroke his hair. After a few minutes he sighed loudly. “Thank you for today, baby”
“Which one of us are you talking to?”
“Both of you.” He kissed her stomach again before standing up and holding out his hand to her. “Now let’s get you cleaned up so we can go pick up our son.”
“Alright, but only if you join me in the shower…and promise to scrub my back.”
“Why Mrs. Foster—are you trying to seduce me?”
Lily looked at him with a wicked smile. “Always.”
* * *
Over an hour later, after showering for much longer than they had intended, Ethan and Lily were finally ready to leave. On their way out the door, Lily caught sight of something in the corner of her eye, making her stop abruptly in her tracks.
“What’s wrong?” Ethan asked, following her gaze across the room, trying to figure out what she was looking at.
“I totally forgot about the painting,” she whispered, her eyes glued to the back of the canvas sitting on the easel across the room. Suddenly feeling ashamed that she had stopped him from doing the only thing he had begged to do that day, Lily couldn’t help but apologize. “I’m so sorry, baby.”
“What the hell for?” he asked, looking at her as if she had just sprouted a second head.
“For being selfish and keeping you from something that you have wanted to do for months. No matter how badly I wanted you today, I can have you any time. We could have been together later tonight, or after you were finished.”
“Are you seriously apologizing for the insanely hot afternoon we just had?”
“Well…yeah, I guess. Between my job and your mother’s, it’s not so easy to set up a good time for her to take Mason all day so that I can pose for you. Now you didn’t finish and it’s all my fault.”
“What, are you having seducer’s guilt or something?” he teased.
“Yeah,” she pouted, causing Ethan to laugh loudly before wrapping her in his arms for a tight hug.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her across the room. When they were standing in front of the canvas, he forced her to turn and look at it. “There. Does that look like I didn’t finish?
“Oh my God!” she gasped loudly.
Ethan continued talking as he looked at it, not realizing that Lily had gone completely still next to him. “I might tweak some of the shading tomorrow, but overall, I’d say I made pretty good time. What do you think?” When she failed to answer him, he finally turned towards her. “Hello? Earth to Lily!” He waved his hand in front of her face, wondering why she looked so shocked.
“Is that…is that supposed to be me?” she whispered, slowly holding out her hand to point at the stranger on the canvas.
“Of course it is.”
“But it doesn’t look anything like me.”
“I beg your pardon?” he said, pretending to be insulted. “How does that not look like you?”
“I mean, it resembles me, but I don’t normally look so…so lustful…and seductive…and voluptuous.”
“Yes you do.”
“No I don’t! I’m as big as a house right now and about as sensual as a buffalo!”
“Look at me,” he commanded, grabbing her chin firmly, forcing her eyes up to his. His gaze was hard and serious, and when he finally spoke, his tone left no room for argument. “First of all, I know you feel awkward and enormous right now, but I have never once lied to you when I say that I find you ungodly sexy like this. I always do, every single day. But this woman here,” he gestured to the painting, “she fucking haunts me. This is the woman I see whenever you let go and decide that you need me no matter where we are or what we’re doing. I didn’t make this up, Lily; that’s your face. That is the exact expression you make when you surrender to your need.”
“Really?”
“Why the hell do you think I was so desperate to keep painting earlier? Any other time, I would have jumped you in a second and gone back to painting later, but that specific look was what I was trying to capture today.” He broke into a smile before continuing. “I’m actually really proud that I lasted as long as I did. That look is fucking lethal.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, flicking her lips with the tip of his tongue before pulling away, knowing that if he allowed it to grow more heated they would never leave. “Now, let’s go pick up Mason,” he smiled.
“Okay,” she mumbled, feeling dazed and lightheaded by his teasing kisses. They walked back to the door, their locked hands swaying between them. “So what are you going to call this one?” she asked when she finally had her wits about her.
“Oh, I dunno,” he sighed. “It’s always best to keep the title simple and true. I was thinking something along the lines of Portrait of a Sex Goddess.”
“Well that’s certainly…subtle.”
“That’s me, baby. I’m the king of subtle.” He winked at her and swatted her backside playfully as they entered the hall, pulling the door closed behind them as they left, heading out into the night to pick up a sleeping boy with a belly full of cookies.
About the Author
Amanda Black was born and raised in the Midwest, where she still lives with her husband and spoiled-rotten dogs. She earned a bachelor’s degree in Studio Art before deciding that she actually needed to pay some bills, which is when she took a position as an ophthalmic technician. For the past few years she’s been a closet romance writer in her spare time and would love nothing more than to make it a full-time career. When she’s not writing her next steamy love scene, her interests include reading, sketching, and annihilating her friends and family in movie trivia.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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The Apartment: Copyright © 2014 by Amanda Black
The Blank Canvas: Copyright © 2014 by Amanda Black
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The novels contained in this omnibus were originally published separately worldwide by Full Fathom Five Digital.
The author published an earlier, not-for-profit, serialized version of this story online.
