The Art of Love [Hedon Falls 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“No bra?” he asked with a smile.

She smiled back. “I didn’t think I needed it.”

He looked into her eyes as he placed his hands on her breasts and her breath caught. Her eyes were darkening and the lids were looking a little heavy as he flicked his thumbs across her nipples. He squeezed and kneaded her tits, loving the way they filled his hands. When her nipples were both standing out, he lowered his mouth to one breast while he continued caressing and squeezing the other. He swirled his tongue over the stiff bud and sucked gently at it as she moaned. He switched, taking the other nipple between his lips and licking it. Her tits were amazing. As he worked them with his mouth, he slid the dress down over her hips until it fell to the floor. He stood up again and looked at her. The garter belt was black lace, the panties barely covering anything.

“Can we get the panties off but leave the garter on?” he asked. “You look so fucking hot!”

She blushed and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of the panties. After a bit of maneuvering, she managed to slide them down her legs while leaving the garters on. He wasn’t quite sure how she managed it, but he didn’t care. He stared at her pussy, the light blonde hair barely visible against her skin. Remembering the taste of her juices on his fingers, he wanted to take it directly from the source. He wanted to bury his tongue between her lips and suck her clit until she came all over his face.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” he said hoarsely. As she moved back, he quickly stripped out of his own clothes. He moved in front of her and got down on his knees. He took her legs by the ankles and lifted them to the edge of the bed so her legs were spread wide in front of him. She leaned back on her hands for balance and he looked into her eyes as he lowered his mouth to her. He had forgotten all about exploring her erogenous zones. He’d get to it later. At that moment, all he wanted was to taste her.

She gasped when his tongue slid between her swollen, wet lips and touched her hard little clit. She was slightly musky and almost a bit salty on his tongue, and he began to lap at her slit. He drove his tongue into her pussy and then licked her clit, repeating the process over and over as she gasped above him.

“Suck my clit!” she cried out, and he happily complied. He pulled the sensitive bud between his lips and sucked gently on it. He slid two fingers into her cunt and hooked them upwards where he could feel that soft, spongy area. He thrust his fingers into her, making sure to stroke her G-spot with the pads of his fingers while his lips pulled on her clit.

“Fuck!” she screamed. “Fuck! I’m going to come! I’m going to come on your tongue!”

David increased the pace of his thrusts as he held her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue across the tip of it. That brought her over the edge at last, and he felt the spasms in her pussy clenching at his fingers and her clit pulsing between his lips. She screamed out his name again and again as the orgasm ripped through her body. When the spasms had subsided and her cries had quieted, he withdrew his fingers and lifted his head. She sat up, took his face between her hands and pulled his lips to hers, licking and sucking her juices off of him. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, exploring within, stroking her, and she responded eagerly.

“I want to fuck you,” he said hoarsely.

“Please,” she gasped. “Please put your cock inside me!”

He grabbed his pants and removed a condom from the pack. He quickly opened it and sheathed his erection. Then he stood, braced his legs against the edge of the bed, and slid his cock into her hot, tight cunt. She felt so good on him, and he could have stayed there forever. But he needed to move as well and he began to slide back and forth, in and out of her. He stared down, watching his dark cock plunging into her creamy skin and his arousal grew.

“I love watching my cock in your pussy,” he said to her.

“Me, too,” she said. “Fuck me harder, please!”

He pulled out and pushed her further back on the bed so he could lie on top of her. The feel of her body under his was incredible. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, her legs open wide, willing him to enter her again. He kissed her and slid himself into her again. He thrust harder and faster, her cries urging him on. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, matching the thrusts of his cock. As he felt his climax building, he wanted to make sure she came again, too. He lifted up slightly so he could reach between them. His thumb found her clit and he began rubbing circles around it while he fucked her. She moaned and whimpered as he stimulated her and his efforts were rewarded when she screamed his name again and clamped her pussy around his cock, over and over. It undid him, and he thrust once more as deeply as he could and held still while his own orgasm gripped him, forcing the cum out of his balls and into the condom.

When it was finished, he shuddered and pulled out of her. He collapsed beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. When she looked up at him and kissed him again, he thought he may just be in heaven.

When Melanie woke in the morning, she heard David’s gentle snores beside her. She looked at his face on her pillow, the way his long lashes fanned out against his smooth cheek, the gentle flare of his nose, the full, sensuous lips. A slow burn spread through her as she remembered those lips kissing every inch of her. She leaned forward and kissed him. His eyelids fluttered open.

“Good morning,” she said.

He smiled and pulled her in for another kiss. “Good morning,” he said against her lips.

They lay kissing for a few more minutes and then put their heads down on the pillow and looked at each other.

“I liked waking up with you today,” she said softly. It had been so long since she’d spent the night with anyone, she had forgotten how nice it was.

“I liked being here,” he said as he stroked her cheek. “What are you up to today?”

“I have to go and see another artist,” she said.

“Who is it?”

“Garrett Anderson,” she said. “He has some interesting paintings.”

“I know Garrett. He’s very talented. I’ve always wondered about the BDSM stuff, though,” David said.

“Why?”

“I’ve never tried it, have you?” Melanie shook her head, and he continued. “I just wonder how good some of it could actually feel. I don’t think of pain and pleasure going together.”

“I guess it works for some people. I thought it would be provocative stuff to include in the exhibition.”

He reached out and cupped her breast and she sighed. “Does his art turn you on?”

“A bit,” she confessed.

“So would you like it if I did this?” He pinched her nipple, hard. Melanie cried out. It was painful, but a thrill went straight to her groin as well.

“That’s not all that bad,” she gasped.

He lowered his mouth to her nipple and licked it gently, stimulating her even more and when she wasn’t expecting it, he pinched again. The painful sensation became much more pleasurable when it was contrasted with the soft strokes of his tongue. She cried out again.

David laughed, the vibrations against her breast sending shivers through her. “I think you do like that. Maybe you can pick up some pointers from Garrett.”

“Maybe,” she said. She wished she could stay in bed with David longer, but she did have work to do. “I think we need to get up now. I have to get to work.”

“When can I see you again?” David asked.

Melanie chewed her lip for a moment. She was meeting Justin for dinner that night. Maybe she could see him the day after, but she didn’t want to seem too desperate so she said, “How about Saturday?”

He stroked her hip, his hand moving lower until it touched her pussy and she shuddered. “I can’t convince you to make it sooner?” he asked as he slid his finger slowly over her clit. She moaned and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs to allow him better access.

“You can try,” she said with a grin.

He continued pressing his finger against the sensitive nub, and lowered his head to her tits. He licked her nipples and stroked her clit, picking up the tempo until he brought her off a few moments later. Melanie cried out softly, the spasms sending waves of pleasure through her.

“Convinced?” he asked.

She laughed and said, “Fine. I’m convinced. How about tomorrow night?”

“That’s better,” he said and kissed her.

They got out of bed and dressed. Melanie made a simple breakfast for the two of them before David left. She liked the domesticity of it. Just like a couple getting ready for their day. With a sigh, she went to the computer. Serena had sent her posters for the exhibit to approve before they went to the printer. They featured David’s sculpture of the couple making love, with the title
Eros
written below in an elegant script. Melanie was impressed with Serena’s work and glad that her friend had agreed to help with the marketing. It wasn’t an area that Melanie was comfortable with. The morning was very productive, and she didn’t know if it was because she was so well rested or so well laid, but she was happy with the amount of work she finished before she left to meet the third artist.

Garrett’s work intrigued her, at least intellectually. Some of his paintings were tame, featuring women and men merely posing in leather clothes and holding whips. But others depicted a range of BDSM activities, from spanking to completely bound and gagged participants. Melanie didn’t really understand the mindset but figured that a good exhibit of erotica needed to include some work of that nature.

When Melanie arrived and Garrett opened the door, she groaned inwardly. For the third time, she was face-to-face with a beautiful man who had her engine revving already. She was determined not to do anything about it this time. Two sexy artists were quite enough.

“Hi, I’m Melanie Hynes,” she said, extending her hand. Her resolve faltered a bit though when a jolt of electricity passed through her as his hand took hers. His smile was warm, but had a slightly predatory edge to it that she found exciting for some reason.

“Garrett Anderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Hynes.”

She knew he was fishing for her marital status. She knew she should just ignore it and stay quiet, but she couldn’t help replying, “Miss Hynes.”

His smile widened as he showed her inside. His apartment wasn’t terribly large, but it was surprisingly homey, despite the paintings of nude or seminude people hanging on every wall. Melanie moved to examine the ones closest to her. Some of these were much darker than the ones she had seen in the samples he had sent, and some were much more explicit as well. One featured a girl on all fours, a collar around her neck, being held by a man who entered her from behind. Another had a woman sucking a man’s cock while being whipped by another woman.

“So are you into the lifestyle?” Garrett asked her.

“No,” Melanie said, trying to keep her focus on the artwork and not the sexy sound of his voice. “I’ve never really seen the appeal. I thought it would be a good addition to the exhibit though.”

“Did you ever try it?” he asked.

“No.”

“Then how do you know you don’t like it?”

Melanie laughed. “You sound like my mother trying to convince me to try brussels sprouts.”

He smiled. “That’s not a bad analogy.”

Melanie stopped to look at a painting of a woman in a patent leather outfit that barely covered anything, holding a riding crop against a man who was giving a blow job to a man tied to a chair. She’d never seen two men having any kind of sex before, but she found it kind of hot.

“Do you have a lot of pieces with same-sex couples?” she asked. “I don’t have anything like that yet, and I should.”

“An excellent idea,” he said. He pointed out a few. Some had only women, some only men and some with mixed groups. She stopped at one picture of a woman holding leashes attached to collars on three men. She had one man sucking on each of her nipples, and the third had his face buried between her legs. It was a very arousing sight, and she remembered how good it felt when David had gone down on her. How much better would it be if she also had men to play with her tits? She squirmed slightly as her clit throbbed.

“I want that,” she said as she pointed to the painting.

“You do? Shall I call a couple of my friends over?” His eyes twinkled in amusement.

Melanie blushed. “I meant I’d like the painting for the exhibit.”

“Of course,” said Garrett.

To hide her embarrassment, Melanie continued pointing out pictures she wanted. There were quite a few. The quality of Garrett’s work was impeccable, even if the subject matter was risqué. When she examined a picture of a woman in nipple clips, she remembered David pinching her own nipples that morning.

“Why do people get so aroused by pain?” she asked.

“Tough question,” he said. “And the answer will vary depending on who you ask. It’s not always cut and dry. For most, it’s the intensity of the physical stimulation plus the emotions that go along with it. A psychologist could probably give you some deeper answers.”

Melanie nodded but was still a bit confused. “What about the domination and submission part?”

“Also very complex,” he said. “Some people like to be in control and some people like to give that control to others.”