Art Lovers Romance Series

by Becca Colton

  I apparently don’t do a good job of holding it back because he turns and looks at me, a wicked grin on his face and a lust-filled gleam in his eyes. His cock is hard, sticking out of the fold of the robe, pointing right at me. I shouldn’t look at it, but I can’t help myself. It’s like I’m hypnotized. I lick my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. On the other hand, my panties are now very, very wet.

  He stalks toward me slowly, like a predator. “See anything you like?” he asks, his voice deeper than it was before.

  I nod, and then catch myself, quickly shaking my head, but my eyes are still locked on to the throbbing shaft sticking up in the air. “It was just a one-night stand.” My voice is so breathy and soft I’m surprised he can hear me.

  He laughs softly. “Sweetness, I knew you were more than a one-night stand when I saw you out on the dance floor.”

  He gets closer and that gorgeous cock slides up my blouse, the mushroom head pointing straight up at me. I can’t see it because my breasts are in the way, but I can feel his heat through the fabric. “I think you knew it too,” he says. “That’s why you ran . . . but you don’t need to be afraid.”

  Still looking down, I whisper softly, “If I’m photographing them I’m not fucking them?”

  He puts a finger under my chin and tilts my head up until I’m looking into his hazel eyes. His pupils are blown wide open with the same passion I feel coursing through my veins. “That doesn’t apply to us,” he says, and then his lips are on mine, his free hand sliding behind my neck, cupping it, pulling me closer. His tongue teases my lips and I moan, letting him in.

  As Axel claims my mouth, I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, the low fire between my legs becoming a raging inferno as I thrill at the feel of his cock. It’s like a bar of steel wrapped in velvet, soft and hard at the same time. And oh so hot. His shaft throbs against my fingers and I’m overcome with a sudden desire that’s too strong to resist.

  He growls when I break the kiss but a slow grin appears on his face when I sink to my knees. A bead of precum hangs on the tip of his cock. My tongue flicks out and captures it. I look into his eyes, seeing a hunger there that I’ve never seen in anyone else. Continuing to look up at him, I slowly wrap my lips around the head of his cock and take him into my mouth.

  “Fuck,” he growls, low and deep. His fingers tangle in my hair, his nails massaging my scalp as I take as much of him as I can. He’s too big for me to take all the way so I slide my mouth back and forth on what I can while stroking the rest of him with fingers that squeeze and loosen in a rhythm that soon has him thrusting against my face.

  My free hand slides between his legs, cupping his balls and giving them a gentle squeeze, and I slide my tongue along his throbbing shaft as I suck harder on him, my hand moving faster up and down his shaft.

  “Jesus, woman,” Axel gasps out. “You’re gonna make me . . . fuuuuck!”

  His thrusts become erratic and then he freezes and growls my name as he pumps his cream in my mouth. I swallow greedily — just a taste — and then pull his throbbing member from my lips and aim it down. Pure lust flashes in his eyes as he watches his pearly cum coat my black shirt.

  He pulls me to my feet and claims my mouth. I can’t help but moan as his tongue teases mine. I feel his hands grab the front of my shirt and then I hear numerous tapping sounds throughout the room as he tears my top open, buttons flying everywhere. He rips my shirt from my body and drops it to the floor. He just came but I can already feel his cock getting hard again against my belly. I purr into his mouth at the knowledge that I turn him on so much.

  With a sharp nip against my lower lip, Axel pulls away and looks at my body. My hands automatically cover my curvy belly as embarrassment dulls some of the lust rushing through me. Axel frowns and shakes his head, pulling my hands away. He kneels down, looking up at me. “Never hide yourself,” he says. “You’re too beautiful to hide.” He covers my belly with kisses and then stands, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I squeal, kicking my feet in the air as he takes me out of the little studio room and down the hall. He opens a door and carries me into his bedroom, tossing me onto what has to be the most comfortable king-sized bed in the whole world. Before I have a chance to move, he’s lifting my hips and tugging my skirt and panties down.

  I gasp as he lays down on his stomach, lifting my legs to rest on his shoulders and back. “So beautiful,” he whispers before planting a soft kiss on my inner thigh. I shiver uncontrollably as he does the same thing to my other thigh, a low moan escaping me as he begins leaving a trail of kisses up my inner thighs, alternating from one to the other with each kiss.

  Slowly — so very motherfucking slowly — he works his way higher. By the time he’s reached my pussy, I’m panting heavily, my fingers clutching and twisting the blanket I’m laying on. “Please,” I manage to gasp out between heaving breaths. “I need you.”

  “You have me, Sweetness,” he says against my thigh, his soft breath making me tremble as it passes over my skin. And then he runs his tongue firmly up my slit, all the way from my ass to my clit.

  I suck in a sharp breath and hold it. I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it. I simply can’t breathe anymore. It’s like my body simply forgot how to do something it’s been doing my whole life. His tongue takes another long lick and then it traces a circle around my clit. Once. Twice. And then down, sliding inside me. I scream his name as the orgasm that’s been building is unleashed. He continues to tongue fuck me, his arms gripping me tight, holding me against his oh-so-delicious tongue. I dig my heels into his back, thrashing around as one orgasm slides smoothly into a second.

  And then he’s over me, his cock sliding up and down my slick mound. His mouth crashes on mine and I taste myself as our tongues dance together. He breaks away for just a moment, looking at me with a hungry gleam in his eyes. “You’re not a one-night stand, or a fling, or anything remotely casual. You’re forever.” He captures my mouth in a hungry kiss and I feel him slide into me. I moan into his mouth as he stretches me, filling me completely with his thick, throbbing cock. With one long, slow movement, he buries himself balls-deep inside me, and then he begins fucking me with a steady rhythm that soon has me gasping for air as he nibbles at my neck and shoulder, his beard scratching softly at my skin. I hold him close, one hand tangled in his hair, the other sliding down and holding one tight ass cheek that clenches every time he surges forward.

  I can feel another orgasm building, a fire growing steadily hotter, and then he pulls out, the sudden emptiness a shock to my system. Before I can come to my senses enough to complain, he turns me over, pulls me up on my knees, and buries his cock deep inside me once again, one hand smacking down on my ass at the same time.

  “Say you’re mine,” he demands, emphasizing the command with another smack.

  “I’m yours,” I moan, trembling as my orgasm begins rippling through me.

  Another burning smack across my ass. “Louder,” he says firmly.

  “I’m yours,” I yell.

  “Good girl.” And then he takes my hips in a powerful grip and begins fucking me harder and faster, pulling me back against him with each forward thrust.

  I scream his name as I come, and then I lapse into gibberish, unable to speak coherently as wave after wave of pure pleasure rushes over me.

  “Mine,” Axel growls as his thrusts begin to stutter, his natural rhythm faltering as he gives in to his own pleasure. “All mine, Harper. Forever.” And his cock throbs and swells as he fills me with his seed, triggering another orgasm that leaves me panting and unable to move.

  He collapses beside me, both of us breathing heavy. His arm wraps around me and pulls me close to him. “Mine,” he whispers in my ear. “Forever.”

  “Yours,” I reply, snuggling back against him. I close my eyes, content and happy.

  Epilogue 1

  Harper

  The wedding is just as nerve-racking as I imagined it would be. I’m constantly worried abo
ut doing something to make a fool of myself while everyone celebrates the big event, and Axel’s intense eyes just make me more nervous.

  “Just breathe,” Axel says softly, barely above a whisper. “It’s just another wedding. You’ve photographed dozens of them.” He flashes me an encouraging smile and takes my hand.

  “Right,” I reply, just as softly. “Just another wedding. With one big difference.”

  His smile grows bigger, and I can see from the hungry look in his eye that he’s resisting the urge to kiss me. He knows he can’t. Not right now.

  I smile back at him and give a subtle nod as we both turn and face the pastor.

  “Dearly beloved, we are assembled here in the presence of family and friends to celebrate the joining together of Axel and Harper in the holy covenant of marriage.”

  For just a second, the photographer in me worries that there’s no camera behind the alter. I’ve always thought ceremony photos that only show the backs of the bride and groom are so boring, but then I see one of the photographers off the side, camera at the ready. I force myself to relax, to focus on being the bride for a change. After working, and so much more, with Axel for a little over a year I should know he wouldn’t hire just anyone to cover our wedding.

  I suddenly realize the pastor and my husband-to-be are looking at me expectantly. Oh. Crap. Definitely not the time to be thinking of photography. Luckily, I know they can only be waiting on one thing. I smile at Axel. “I do.”

  Epilogue 2

  Axel

  I hold my beautiful wife close as we stand in front of the fireplace, admiring the new portrait hanging over the mantle. It’s a breathtaking painting of Harper, topless, her arms folded gently over her pregnant belly. The artist, a young woman who goes by the name Umbra, works exclusively with black, white, and shades of gray to create images that should be stark with their contrast but are, instead, gentle, almost peaceful. Incredible talent, and I was thrilled when I learned the artist was a woman because, otherwise, this particular pose — our favorite — wouldn’t have happened. There’s simply no way another man will ever see my wife in such an intimate pose.

  I feel her gaze upon me and glance down at her, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes. “What are you thinking?” she asks.

  I smile and squeeze her shoulder. “I’m thinking I’m the luckiest man in the world to have such a beautiful woman by my side.”

  She stands up on her tiptoes and kisses me. “That’s sweet. Want to know what I’m thinking?”

  I nod. “Always.”

  She places a hand on my chest, letting it slowly slide down. “I’m thinking that I never realized pregnancy would make me horny. All. The. Time.” Her hand slides between my legs and squeezes. She flashes me a wicked grin. “Think you can help with that?”

  I grin back at her. “Actually, I think I can.”

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  Copyright © September 2019 Becca Colton

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