“Come on, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” I wrap a hand around her and smack her ass cheek twice. “I want those cheeks to burn.”
“Ohgodyes…” she moans all at once, her pussy tightening around my cock as she screams again, pushing her hands down against my chest as she comes. I release inside her seconds later, unable to control it any longer.
“Fuck, my girl likes that.”
She falls down against me with a slap, her chest heaving up and down. My arms lay slack against the mattress as we both try to control our breathing.
“Aspen…” I breathe out.
“Yes?”
“You really are incredible,” I say simply, but she doesn’t respond. Her body shivers and it’s all the response I need.
I wrap an arm around her and shift our bodies so we’re lying on our sides. I dispose of the condom and toss it into the small wastebasket by her nightstand.
Her legs are still intertwined with mine as I cup her jaw and rub the pad of my thumb gently over her cheek. She leans into my palm and smiles.
I lean in and softly brush my lips with hers. She parts her lips and slowly kisses me back. I can still feel her rapid breaths against my chest as she wraps an arm around my hip and pulls me closer.
Being with her is so much more than I ever imagined. After all this time of thinking about her and feeling this pull between us that I couldn’t explain, it’s overwhelming to finally be here with her now. My emotions are in overdrive, and I’m not sure if I can control them anymore.
She’s somehow managed to take my heart and heal it from the inside out. She’s helped me see things I’ve been blind to for far too long. I never thought I’d get this feeling back.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I know she was in my arms when we both started drifting off. But now I’m waking up to an empty bed, and I worry she’s off somewhere freaking out about what happened between us.
The entire apartment is dark, and I realize it’s because it’s dark outside. I internally start freaking out searching for my phone and clothes when I remember my mom is keeping Natalia overnight. She is off from school tomorrow, and my mom wanted to take her clothes shopping in the morning.
I walk out of her room and head down the hallway when I see my boxer shorts and clothes in a pile outside the bathroom. I pull my boxers on and throw the rest back on the floor.
I hear faint music coming from the other room, so I quietly walk to the door and peek open. I see Aspen sitting on a stool in front of an easel with just a sheet wrapped loosely around her. She’s holding a paintbrush in one hand as she strokes paint over a canvas. She has a large bright light shining down on the canvas, but the rest of the room is shrouded in darkness.
Music is playing from the iPod next to her, and I can hear her humming in tune with it. I recognize the song—A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, and when the song ends and repeats again, I know that it’s meaningful to her.
I look to my right and see another stool near the wall. I quietly grab it and walk back over to her.
She looks over her shoulder and smiles just as I set the stool behind her. I set my legs on each side so she’s sitting in between them. “You’re sitting,” I say more like a question, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“My legs needed to recover a bit.” She bites her lip and arches a brow.
“Oh, well, that I can understand.” I kiss her cheek softly before brushing my lips against hers. “What are you painting?”
“Recreating the tree my sister and I always used to climb.” She turns back and blends in the leaves of the tree. I notice a girl is lying on the grass and another is up in the branches. “We were both competitive. Always challenging each other to see who could go the highest and who could climb the fastest. It was just something we always did.”
“Sounds like it was an important part of your childhood.”
“It was.” She sighs. I feel her body tense against mine, and I wonder if she’s hesitant to say more. “It’s been six years, and I can’t get the image out of my head. I paint it over and over. I’m not sure if it’s to purge the memory or to torture myself for not saving her. The fall broke her neck and she was gone before I could even climb down to her.”
My body shudders at just the image, but the pain in her voice nearly kills me. Not only did she lose someone extremely close to her, but she also witnessed it.
I study the painting harder and realize the blood isn’t where it should be. “Why is the blood down here?” I ask softly, pointing to her sister’s wrist.
“She was a cutter,” she states directly. “It started a couple years before, and I never really understood why. But I always felt the pain when she did it. Something inside me just knew.”
“Did she get help?”
“The first time. After that, Mom and Dad said it was a cry for attention and stopped doing anything about it. Mom thought it was a phase and she’d grow out of it. Dad thought she was trying too hard to stand out, be different since she was constantly in my shadow. It wasn’t until after her death that we saw the cuts on the inside of her thighs. She had a drawer of razors and just piles and piles of paper.”
I lean down and kiss her shoulder. I can see it hurts to relive the events of her sister’s death, but I can’t help but feel proud of how open and honest she is about it.
“What were on the pieces of paper? Notes?”
“Drawings.”
“So she was into art, too?”
“I guess, but I hadn’t known at the time.” Her eyes hooded. “She never showed me anything or mentioned it.” She shrugs, her eyes meeting mine again.
“It might’ve been her way of coping or at least trying to. She probably wasn’t proud of it and hid it,” I offer.
“I feel like I do that. I paint to release the pain of losing her. It’s the only outlet I’ve allowed myself, never really allowing myself to grieve and never accepting the reality until now. It’s burdened me for years.”
“Did your parents ever acknowledge it after her death? Were they supportive of your art growing up?”
Her lips are in a firm line as she shakes her head. “Hardly. Even as a hobby, they thought it was a waste of time.”
“That’s a shame. You have one of the most beautiful styles I’ve ever seen.” I cup her cheek and rub the pad of my thumb over it. “It’s their loss.”
A small smile appears on her lips and I lean in, softly kissing them. It’s sweet and romantic and everything about her is just perfect.
“You’re right.” She smiles and kisses me back.
“Glad to hear you say that.” I grin against her mouth, getting distracted by her full, soft lips. I quickly lean back and swipe a finger across her face, smearing a line of paint on her face.
“Oh my God!” she squeals, laughing.
She tries to get away, but I grab her wrist and pull her back toward my chest, swiping another finger along her arm.
“You’re so going to pay for that!” She laughs.
I jump off the chair before she can grab the paint and get me back. She chases after me as she tries holding the sheet that’s wrapped around her with one hand and dripping paint from the other hand. She eventually corners me and covers my chest with her handprints.
“Such a little devil.” I grin, grabbing her wrists and swinging her around. The sheet drops from around her as I lean over her and rub my chest against her back, smearing the paint right back on her.
“Damn you!” She giggles, trying to wiggle out of my hold.
My hands slide up her sides, rubbing the paint along her skin as I cup her breasts, covering them with the red paint as well. I squeeze them in my palms, her body relaxing against mine as I massage them and hum in her ear.
“Fuck, baby…” I moan distracted by her perky tits. Blood rushes to my groin, pulsating against her and straining to be back inside her.
She takes advantage and swings her elbow back into my stomach, just hard enough that my hands release her. She
runs for more paint, but I manage to grab her elbow and pull her back, smearing paint all over her neck and chest.
“Nice try.” I cock a smile. “I kind of like you naked and covered in paint.” My lips curl into a knowing smirk, wrapping a hand around her waist and securely holding her in place. “Actually, I prefer it.”
“That’s good to know. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of making it a regular thing. You know, start a new fashion trend and all.” She wiggles her body against mine.
“You wouldn’t dare.” My brows draw together.
“Wouldn’t I?” She arches a brow, challenging me. “Standing naked in front of dozens of strangers was definitely a rush. I might consider making it a daily thing.”
I lean in, capturing her lower lip in between my teeth. I softly release it and run my tongue along the length of it. “Don’t even think about it,” I growl. “The only person who’s allowed to see your body from now on is me.”
“Is that a fact? You own my body now?” she taunts, smiling sweetly. I want to say yes. I want to own her body and do whatever I want to it.
“Shall I prove it to you?” I ask hoarsely.
“I’d like to see you try, Professor.” Her eyes are hot, burning into mine.
“What have I been saying about calling me that?” I growl, bowing my head down into the crease of her neck.
“That every time you hear me say it, you want me to ride your face until your tongue goes numb,” she says matter-of-factly, making my cock strain against my shorts.
“Fucking hell, Aspen,” I groan, dragging my teeth along the flesh of her throat. “You’re going to make me come before I even get inside you.” I inhale her sweet scent, driving me even crazier.
“Would that really be a bad thing?” she taunts, arching her head back further. “I can think of all kinds of places you could come.”
Her words elicit another tortured groan from my throat. I pull her closer, taking her mouth in a passionate kiss. My hands drop to massage the curves of her ass, moving my hips against hers, taunting her. Without any warning, I bring my hand up and slap it down on her ass cheek, quick and hard, causing her to squeal. Her lips break from my mouth as she arches her hips against mine.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, my dirty girl,” I say against her ear, giving her ass another quick slap.
“Keep doing that and we may never make it to the shower.” She lowers her hands down my chest and palms my cock over my shorts, teasing me until I feel the buildup and yank her hand away.
“That’s enough,” I hiss, clenching my jaw as I try to stay in control.
I grab her hand in mine and walk toward the bathroom. Once inside, I pull us into the shower and pin her body against the wall with my hips.
The hot water sluices over our bodies as I caress her body, gently rubbing the paint off her skin.
We become a mass of hands and lips, bodies tangling, as we fuse together, neither wanting to let go.
“Morgan,” she moans my name, both a prayer and a plea at the same time. I know she’s hungry for it, her body tightening up and begging for a release.
“Turn around, sweetheart.”
She does as she’s told, completely entranced by my words and the feel of my hands against her. I grab her wrists and pull her arms up over her head, securing her palms against the wall. I look at her in this position, completely memorized by this stunning woman, completely taken aback by how strong my feelings are for her.
I drag my hands down her body, kneeling down behind her as my fingers burrow into her ass cheeks, spreading her legs open for my assault. Like a man possessed, I slide my tongue up her perfect, pink slit. She’s so fucking wet, her pussy quivering right in front of my face.
I spread her cheeks wider, exposing her bare flesh all the way up to her tight hole. I fuck her with my tongue, deeper and faster, sliding it up and down her smooth skin. Her hips shake as she moans, begging for more.
She’s all I can breathe and taste.
Groaning inwardly, I insert a finger inside her as I suck on her hot clit. It’s plump and needy, her body rocking with every move my finger makes.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise as I thrust harder. I can feel she’s getting close, but I’m desperate to feel every part of her explode around me.
“Turn around,” I order, sitting back against the other wall. She turns and places her hands flat against the wall, her hungry pussy angled to my face.
I wrap both hands around her thighs and push her clit right in between my lips. She rocks her hips against my tongue, my mouth devouring every eager drop.
I slide a hand against her pussy, feeling it throb as it waits for my return. I push her legs apart wider and glide my hand up to her tight little hole. I push a thick finger inside as my lips find her clit again and plunge a tongue inside as my finger works her on the other end.
“Ohmigod…” Her hips rock wildly, moaning and cursing in between heavy breaths. “Fuck, Morgan…yesyesyes…”
Her words encourage me further, fucking her sweet pussy with my tongue as my finger fucks her ass, both throbbing and tightening with every thrust.
I feel her walls tightening around my tongue, her body unraveling more and more with every intense second. I push my thumb inside her pussy, my lips sucking her clit into my mouth as my finger thrusts her tight hole. She screams, coming and shaking, her hips frantic, as I taste her release against my tongue.
The water turns cold as she pants against the wall, trying to catch her breath. I push her body down on mine, wrapping her legs around my waist as I stay seated on the floor. Her chest moves up and down, still breathing heavily, a flush still high on her cheeks and down her neck.
I palm her cheek and guide her mouth to mine, but there’s no teasing and eagerness this time. With my tongue, I nudge her lips apart and slide mine in to claim hers, slow and sweet, ignoring the cold beads cascading down on us.
Her hard, cold nipples are pressed against my chest, the blood rushing to my groin as I feel her body pressed against mine. I want to sink deep inside her and feel her come against my cock, but this sweet, simple moment makes my heart squeeze as I think about how fast I’m falling for her.
My heart also aches at the fact that I have to hide it to the rest of the world.
“You’re shivering,” I whisper, brushing the wet strands of her hair back off her face. “Let’s go warm you up.”
“I’m sure you have many ways of warming me up, don’t you?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
The sun is brutal in the morning and today’s no different. Except for the fact that I’ve had little to no sleep, but I’m not even a little upset about that. The entire night was spent with Aspen—in her bed, her studio, and shower. It’s a night I’ll never forget.
I finally peel my eyes open and see her cradled peacefully in my arms, exactly where she passed out just a few hours ago. I know we both have to get up and ready for the day, but I could lay here with her all day.
I smile as I cup her cheek and softly rub my thumb over it. Her eyes flinch and she shifts slightly, moaning as she tries to roll the other way.
This all feels so natural. It’s hard to believe it’s the first night we’ve spent together. It’s been so long that I nearly forgot how it felt to wake up with someone I cared about.
“Sorry, sweetheart. But I have to leave and get ready for work.”
She groans and wiggles closer to me. “Do you have to? Play hooky.” A small smile appears over her mouth, and I lean down and brush my lips against them.
“I wish I could.”
“It’s not like they need you there anyway. They can work on their art stuff without you,” she teases, and I dig my nails into her side, making her jump. “Stop!” She laughs as I continue tickling her. “Okay, okay. I take it back!”
“Are you saying I’m not useful?”
Her eyes finally open and she looks at me, her lips in a wide smile. “Oh, Professor…you are very u
seful.” She winks and wrinkles her nose. Damn her fucking cuteness. It’s going to be nearly impossible keeping my eyes and hands off her during class.
I lower my arms down and around her waist until my hands reach her ass cheeks. I give her a quick slap and she squeals. “Oh my God!” She laughs and tries to pull away from my grip, but I smile and roll over her, holding her hostage against the mattress with my hands around her wrists.
“You sure love to break the rules, don’t you, Ms. Evans?” I lean over her body and kiss the top of her nose.
“Only the ones that come with benefits.”
“I should’ve known you were a rule breaker. You and Ms. Chatty Pants are always whispering back and forth to each other.” I smirk, grinding my hips against hers.
Her hips arch and she groans. “To be fair, we were whispering about you.”
My brow arches, a pleased smile forming on my lips. “Well, in that case…” I lean down and cover her mouth as I spread her legs apart with my knee. “Guess that means I’ll have to make you scream until you lose your voice so we don’t have that problem anymore.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” She gasps, trying to push me away.
“You’re cute to try and stop me.” I wink and begin lowering my body down hers, kissing her neck and chest along the way.
I lick and suck my way down her abdomen, loving the way she squirms underneath me. At the apex of her thighs, I spread her wide so I can claim what’s mine.
“So wet,” I hum, blowing cool air over her heated flesh, causing goose bumps to rise on her skin. I slowly lick the length of her pussy and she shudders. “I need to hear you,” I demand.
I begin fucking her with my tongue, my lips, and teeth, eating her—eating her like I needed it for survival. I’d make her come on my face, wouldn’t stop until she was screaming my name, losing her voice in the process.
Eager moans issue from her throat as her body arches off the bed, my mouth clamped on her, not willing to release her until I taste her against my lips.
“Fuck…” she screams. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling and squeezing as her thighs clench around my neck. I suck harder and look up the expanse of her body, admiring the flush of her skin as I wrap a hand around her breast. Her nipples are hard, little rosy points, begging to be sucked next.
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