Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35946 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“They were all-girls art classes, just so you know,” she adds, winking at me and then giggling. “It was all over your face, Ethan.”
“None of my business,” I grin.
“Well now it is. And I’ll have you know, I’m usually a bit of a prude, thank you very much.”
I grin, eyeing her. “Oh really.”
“Yep.”
“Aside from fucking strangers in alleys, you mean.”
Her face goes crimson and she rakes her teeth over her bottom lip.
“Aside from that,” she whispers.
I keep painting, losing the brushes in favor of my fingers as I push the paint around. I smudge, and streak, and blend, and work it over and over until slowly, there she is. There’s Emily, nude and gorgeous and perfectly captured in light and shadow on the canvas.
I sit back, nodding quietly to myself.
It’s perfect.
“Wait, are you done?”
I glance over at her and nod. “Yeah.”
“Well, let me see!”
She springs from the bed, stretching for a minute after having laid there for so long. My eyes slide over her, a low growl catching in my throat and my cock pulsing as I take her in. She scampers over to the easel, coming around to my side of it, and her breath catches.
“Holy shit, Ethan.”
Her voice is quiet, her hand at her lips and her eyes wide.
“It’s…”
She shakes her head, her cheeks glowing.
“It’s gorgeous.”
“Good subject matter,” I purr.
She grins, turning to me.
“No, that’s all you. I mean you made me look like a centerfold model.”
“Well, that’s because you are, Ms. Hayes,” I growl, turning towards her on my stool. “You’re my centerfold model.”
“Here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson,” she quips, and I roll my eyes.
“We can agree that twenty-six isn’t ‘old’, right?”
“How about when I’m thirty-six?”
“I’ll be twenty-eight. Who cares.”
She blushes. “That’s a long time from now,” she says quietly. “And trust me, you will not want to stick around me for that—”
“Yeah,” I growl, standing, my eyes burning into hers. “Yeah, I will.”
She blushes, her lip catching in her teeth. “And when I’m forty-six?”
“Thirty-eight.”
“Fifty-six?”
“Forty-eight.
“Sixty-six? Seventy-six?”
I shake my head. “You know exactly where I’ll be.”
She swallows. “Eighty-six?”
I frown. “Well, no, by eighty-six, I’ll definitely be looking for someone younger. Some hot young seventy-eight-year-old maybe.”
She giggles, throwing her arms around me and snuggling close against my chest.
“I lo—”
She stiffens, her mouth snapping shut.
“Sorry, that was… I don’t know where—”
“I love you too.”
Her head snaps up, her eyes blazing into mine as the words I’ve never said to anyone leave my lips.
“Ethan, you don’t—”
“Yeah, I do.” I growl. “I love you, Emily. And I’m not going anywhere, no matter how old you get.”
“I—” she swallows. “Ethan, people will—”
“Screw them. I love you, and I honestly don’t care who knows it.”
“Well, the school administration might care a whole lot.”
I grin. “Well, after graduation then. I’ll shout it out the second I walk across that stage.”
She looks up at me, beaming, this glow on her face as her eyes meet mine.
“I love you, Ethan.”
I lean down, and when our lips crush together, I lose it completely. My hands slide over her hips, and when she gasps and jumps at my touch, I pull away and suddenly laugh.
Shit.
My very, very paint covered hands slide wetly over her skin, leaving smudges across her hips.
“Fuck, sorry, I’ll get—”
Her hand swipes at the paint, and before I can say another word, she’s smeared it over my cheek. My jaw drops, and she grins mischievously as we freeze like that for one second.
Oh, and then it’s on.
She shrieks as I pounce on her, lifting her up and tossing her down across my bed. My shirt and jeans are off in a second, and when I kick my boxers away and my thick cock springs free, Emily eyes it hungrily before I jump onto the bed after her. My hands slide over her skin, smearing paint over her body as she shrieks and giggles. Her hands do the same, leaving hand-shaped paint marks over my chest and my arms.
I palm one of her breasts, painting it with my hand as she giggles and reaches around to slap my ass, leaving a big blue and white handprint on it. But then our lips come crashing together, and I’m lost.
Her legs spread around my hips, and our kiss never even breaks as I roll my hips and ease my cock at her center. Her dripping wet, eager little pussy welcomes my swollen head inside, and she moans deeply into my mouth, whimpering as I drive my big cock home. Her paint-streaked legs wrap around my hips, her hands holding my face as I ease out and thrust deeply back in. Our bodies slide wetly together with paint, my sheets a fucking mess, but I don’t care.
I don’t give a shit about anything about her, right here, right now with me.
We move slow—slower than we ever have. Before it’s been more frantic and animalistic. No, this time, we take our time. This time, I’m not just fucking Emily Hayes. This time, we’re making love.