The Passion Series (11 page)

8 – The Gallery

Throughout the announcement, Ryan stood behind Heather with his hand placed protectively at the small of her back. She tried to smile and look the part of the struggling artist making good, but the thrill running through her body had nothing to do with art.

The room was full of awed patrons and all eyes were on her. She feared she might have an orgasm with just his hand lightly rubbing up and down her spine. How inappropriate that would be? She could see the headline now: “The Scathingly Sensual Artist Gave Quite
A Shocking Performance, Leaving All Patrons Breathless.” She suppressed a giggle.

Once the introduction was over, Heather milled about, answering questions as best she could. Many attendees wondered about the inspiration for her work and the meaning behind some of the pieces. She was quite taken with the overall response.

She watched Ryan across the room, talking to Gregory. She admired Ryan’s strong, lean build. Her heart beat faster as she devoured his lean thighs inside the sleek tuxedo pants.

He looked so handsome and sexy with that strong jaw and thick eyebrows, which so perfectly followed the curve of his large gray-green eyes. His dark hair begged to be touched. And even from this distance, she could see the cloth was a little too tight just at his crotch. The knowledge that he was hot for her sent a warm wave through her abdomen to the deepest part of her sex.

The dress was all she was wearing. With the stretchy fabric, she had no need for a bra. She was sure her hard nipples poked into the cloth bodice. Her surging arousal increased the wetness between her legs with nothing, not so much as a thong, to absorb it. If this kept up, she’d be dripping on the floor before she could escape to privacy.

At last, Ryan escorted her out of the gallery, reassuring her Gregory didn’t need her further that evening. But Ryan did need her, and had no intentions of waiting any longer.

9 – Bed

Seeing the lovely hotel room Ryan had arranged for them gave her a strange thought. Most couples made love in a bed. It occurred to her that a bed was not usually their first choice. She mentally scanned the list of places they’d had sex and a devious smile crossed her lips.

Ryan had removed his tuxedo jacket, tie, and vest. They were tossed over an overstuffed armchair. “Nice dress.” Ryan cocked his head to the side and it made her wonder if he knew. The idea that he might know that absolutely nothing was between that dress and her skin excited her.

“Glad you like it,” she mocked. She slipped off her shoes and glided around the room, taking in the luxurious accommodation. “It’s beautiful here.”

“You’re beautiful,” Ryan breathed, and closed the distance between them, taking her in his arms and kissing her urgently. His mouth pressed hard onto hers, bruising her lips. But she didn’t care. She kissed back just as hard, finding his tongue in his hot mouth and playing, taunting, tasting his soft, intimate kiss. Her sex throbbed in anticipation.

Ryan grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. He lightly bit her neck. She was so sweet, he wanted to eat her. He rubbed his hands up and down her slender body, down her back, over her buttocks. When he put his tongue in her ear, she gasped and collapsed against him. She could feel his hard erection and was compelled to touch it.

Quickly, she unbuttoned and unzipped the dressy pants to reach inside and yank down Ryan’s gray cotton briefs. She never knew what he might wear—or not, as the case may be. It struck her that his underwear matched his tuxedo. He was all in gray—gray, just like his eyes. God, he was such a hunk.

His lovely, warm penis stood erect, his hot balls supported underneath by the briefs, still only partially down. It was quite an erotic sight for her. Heather had a thing for fully clothed men with their bare, hard cock sticking out. It seemed so wrong, so taboo.

She dropped to her knees and grasped his dick in one hand while holding his balls, cupped in her other. She gripped harder than she usually did and heard him moan. She relaxed her hold a little and stroked her fist up and down, up and down, feeling him get harder and bigger under her grasp.

Desire flooded her body. Ryan had his hands in her hair, pulling, tugging. She reached behind him to pull down his pants and briefs completely, wanting to feel his hard ass. Ryan kicked off his shoes, not bothering to untie them, and Heather removed his socks. He stepped out of the pants, naked below the waist. Heather shoved him on the right hip to turn him around, the sudden movement making his penis bob away from her.

She put both hands on his rock-hard ass and rubbed in circular motions. He was so…”masculine” was the only word that came to mind. That hard ass, the lean thighs…she fell into him, her face buried against his warm, tight ass.

Ryan couldn’t wait. He turned around and pulled her up, ripping off his shirt, ba
ring his shaved, lightly tanned, muscular chest. Heather reached out to touch it, turned on by the hardness of his muscles. He looked like some kind of Greek statue, standing there that way, his naked male form hard under the smooth skin, with his erect penis standing out from his body so brazenly.

He reached down and lifted the hem of Heather’s dress, peeling it off smoothly, slowly lifting it over her head. He drank in Heather’s nude body, realizing she’d had nothing under that dress the entire evening. A hot tightness gripped his abdomen and a drop of pre-cum seeped out the top of his hard, red knob.

“Naughty girl,” he said with a gleam in his eye. Heather pretended to blush and batted her eyelashes suggestively. Ryan grabbed her wrists and, in an unexpected movement, flopped on the bed, pulling Heather over his lap, her naked buttocks unprotected. With his free hand, he smacked her bottom, first one buttock then the other, on the softest part.

The sharp sound and the sting of his hand startled her. She was surprised how much she wanted it, was glad of it, relieved that he didn’t stop. Ryan smacked her again, not enough to hurt her, almost playfully. He saw the red print of his hand where it had been on her bottom and felt the first clenching of his penis, warning of orgasm.
Too soon
, he thought.

He leaned over and kissed her bare bottom where he had spanked her. He turned her over
to lay her against the soft bed and spread her legs. Her toes touched the thick carpet. Ryan caressed her skin with the tips of his fingers, exciting every nerve in her body. He raked them up her stomach, over her breasts, down her thighs.

His strong hands probed into her soft sex, separating her outer lips, touching her most intimate area. She whimpered in a sexy whine. Ryan kissed her mound and dipped his tongue under to find her hard clit. He flicked it with his tongue, causing her to writhe against the soft comforter under her back.

“You’ll come for me, baby. You’ll come hard for me, when I tell you to.” She rolled her head to the side, trying to withstand the torture, wanting to come, needing to. She was panting loudly. “Not yet,” he whispered. He repeated his teasing gestures over her clit with his tongue, pulling back just in time. He licked the inside of her smooth thighs and licked up her slick opening, tasting her on his tongue.

Her thighs tightened, a hot heat flooded her loins, and her body tensed. She heard his command through a dreamy fog. “Give me your cum—now!” He sucked and licked her aroused pussy, flicking the tightened clit. Heather gave a tortured whine and orgasm gripped her. Ryan felt her vagina convulse around his caresses. The waves of pleasure took her body and she shook uncontrollably, moving her hips up against Ryan’s mouth, not hiding her need.

When she stilled, Ryan rose and slid her fully onto the bed, her eyes still closed. He slid beside her and pulled her over him, feeling her weight, cradling her. He kissed the top of her head and nuzzled her hair. She looked up with only lust in her eyes. He pulled her to a sitting position over his thighs, his hard dick erect and on the verge of exploding.

Heather put one small fist around his cock and, leaning down, pulled it into her mouth. She sucked just the tip and quickly popped it out of her mouth, knowing Ryan was close to coming. His fists pressed into the bed under him. Heather lifted up, onto her knees, to gain height and position her wet sheath over him. She felt the tip of his rock-hard penis touch her and she gasped.

She was more turned on than before. It seemed her orgasm had only warmed her arousal, not sated it. She came down on him, feeling his huge cock fill her. Ryan reached up and touched her breasts, pinching the hard nipples. Heather was so sensitive, the pinch edged into pain, which she welcomed.

Heather leaned forward, supporting herself with her hands, and fucked Ryan with all her strength. She felt him grow inside her and heard his moans. He was panting fast and hard. His hips rocked in sync with her movements.

Ryan’s cock stroked her differently inside, with her on top, and it felt way too good. Another orgasm was impending. She fucked harder. She heard a long, hard male moan and felt Ryan’s body tense under her. His orgasm hit suddenly and he dug his hands into her hips. She felt her insides turn hot and her sex clench. Her orgasm, fueled by his, took her completely.

They were quiet for several blissful moments, continuing to breathe heavily, even after collapsing. A light sweat covered their glowing, sensitized skin. Heather turned on her side, put her leg around Ryan’s body, and draped a slender arm across his chest. “I love you,” she shyly whispered.

He reached over and ran his finger down the bridge of her nose affectionately, still hardly able to move. “You are my angel,” he affirmed.

“I’ll miss you so much, when you go back.” Heather felt an ache just thinking about being away from him.

“You don’t have to miss me. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve leased a Manhattan apartment for us with a big loft, for your art studio. I hope you’ll approve. Although, I do have to say, I’m quite satisfied with this hotel room.”

“But what about filming?” She could hardly believe what she was hearing.

“The studio will live without me. And, fortunately, investing can be pursued anywhere. I rather favor New York. There’s someone here I plan to spend a lot of time with.” Ryan grinned boyishly.

Love swelled inside Heather. She threw her body on top of his and hugged him with all the strength she had left and Ryan was happier than he’d ever been.

Passion Embraced – Part V

1 – Apology

Heather entered the Garrison Gallery before business hours. She’d worn her jersey floral shirt-dress, in anticipation of greeting a few more patrons throughout the day, interested in their reactions to her paintings. She kicked off her Armani strappy sandals so she could walk around more easily, and being the only person in the cavern of the gallery, her feet made a lot of noise as she walked over the polished floor.

Gregory, the owner, had done a great job with opening only days before. She felt like a star. The reviews were very favorable, so she was pleased. Today she planned to look around and check everything out, while the gallery was empty and quiet.

She made her way from one painting to the next, personally checking the lighting, the overall impression of the display of her treasured works of art. A knock on the glass front door startled her. She turned to see a young man in uniform, holding a crystal vase of assorted flowers.

After taking the arrangement from him, she placed it on a round table near the entry and plucked out the card. “Congratulations on the opening, Heather. Please accept my sincere apology for doubting you. Regards, Jamison” She stood for a moment, puzzling over the note. It wasn’t like him to eat crow. This had never happened before.

While lost in her thoughts, another male form in loose brown pants and a sweater appeared at the glass door. She started, before realizing it was Ryan. She couldn’t imagine what he was doing here so early. Even if he wasn’t currently filming a movie, he certainly had a lot to deal with in his booming investment business. Yet here he was, grinning at her through the glass, looking as delectable as ever in his casual garb.

“I’m so pleasantly surprised to see you.” She beamed, opening the door wide. Her heart warmed just seeing his perfect, smiling face. “You’ll never believe this.” She handed him the note still in her hand.

Ryan only glanced at it, then leaned over and sniffed the lovely flowers. “I guess that will do.”

“What do you mean?” A crease formed in her otherwise smooth forehead.

“Just insurance, I guess. I wasn’t placated by Jamison just backing off. I required that he apologize to you. After all, he’d tried to have your opening canceled. Gregory listened to me instead, when I reassured him that Mr. Jamison Stanton, attorney ad nauseam, was all growl and no bite.

“He was out of line. I don’t care if it was jealousy, since he is your ex and I can see he’d be jealous of you being with me, considering that I’m a movie star and all.” Ryan gave a sheepish grin. “Or if there were more sinister motives, it doesn’t matter. He owed you an apology.”

Heather’s mouth dropped open. “That’s a first, Jamison apologizing—and to me. You really did get to him.”

“Yes, I have him fearing my threats, instead of the other way around. And that’s exactly how it’s going to stay.”

Ryan opened his arms and Heather fell into his tight hug. Before letting her go, he swung her around once and placed her back on her feet.

2 – Alone In
The Gallery

Ryan took Heather’s small hand in his and pulled her toward the back of the gallery, where there was a small sitting room for meeting with patrons. He sat her down on the embroidered sofa.

“I have something for you.” He reached into his pocket for a small package wrapped in gold paper. Heather took the offered gift, her eyes bright with mystery. She delicately opened the wrapping and held the velvet box in her hand. Carefully, she opened it, revealing a shimmery rose pendant hanging from a delicate gold necklace.

One rose was composed of tiny rubies that sparkled under the gallery lights. Cradling the ruby rose was a white rose of perfectly cut diamonds. Heather lifted it from the box and held it up to the lights. It was so beautiful, it took her breath away.

“Oh, Ryan,” she gasped.

“Let’s see how it looks on you, baby.” Ryan reached over and took the expensive trinket, placing it around her neck and closing the clasp. Heather noticed a tiny card with a handwritten message: “A Red Rose for Passion - A White Rose for Love.” Heather choked up, trying to read the poetic words out loud.

Ryan lifted her from the sofa and guided her to the large ornate mirror on the wall. He stood behind her, watching her look in awe at the necklace against her soft skin, her blond, silky curls framing her flushed cheeks. She was pleased and Ryan could see it. He pressed his body against her from behind, folding his arms around her waist and gently kissing her neck.

Seeing the necklace hanging so lovingly around her slender neck, he felt a warm ache deep inside, not sure how he’d ever fully express how he felt about her. He breathed in, with his head next to hers, closing his eyes for just a moment and hugging her tighter, as if she might vanish if he didn’t hold on to her.

Heather nuzzled him. “Thank you so much, Ryan. I don’t know what so say. I love it.” Her heart rate sped up at his hot kisses on her neck. A wave of sensation flooded her body when he hugged her so tightly.

Ryan turned her to face him, holding her close, brushing soft kisses over her cheeks. She felt his hardness press against her. His mouth found her parted lips and he kissed her hard, licking inside her mouth. She kissed back, feeling needy for pleasure.

Ryan lifted her easily in his arms and carried her back to the sofa, placing her against a soft cushion. He quickly kicked off his Ferragamo loafers and undid the top of his pants, pulling down the zipper and letting them fall. He stepped out of them and stood over Heather.

She felt hungry for the rich taste of him that wasn’t soon forgotten. She reached up, without taking her eyes from his, and pulled down the cotton jockey shorts, allowing his huge cock to spring free. She took it in her hands and pressed it against her lips, smelling his sex. Her clit tightened in response.

She was glad of their fidelity to each other, having no need of a condom for protection. She looked at the tight skin pulling around the swollen veins in his cock and longed to have it inside her. She kissed the hard knob and licked up and down, one hand holding him at the root, the other rubbing over his ripped abs.

Ryan dropped to his knees in front of her, lust flaming in his eyes. He began undoing the buttons on the front of her dress, one by one, until he could open it and expose her. She sat with her head tipped back, feeling desire swamping her.

His hands flicked her sensitive nipples under the thin lace and she whimpered. Ryan’s arousal escalating, he reached behind her to undo the bra and free her firm, creamy breasts. The distended nipples sticking out from her round breasts longed for his touch. He held her breasts and bit lightly at her nipples, making her ache for him.

“Take these off,” he ordered, indicating the dress and bra. Heather slid out of them, her excitement mounting. Ryan quickly yanked his underwear the rest of the way down and kicked them away, then shrugged out of his sweater, standing naked before her.

Heather looked with admiration at his lean form, taking in his hard abs and muscled thighs. She felt weak, seeing his hard dick jutting out. Before she could reach to touch it, Ryan was down beside her. He turned her over, positioning her on hands and knees before him.

From behind, he squeezed her breasts, lifting and releasing while pressing his hard sex against her. She wanted to grab him but had no mobility, holding herself up with her hands as she was. Her necklace swung from her neck, the gems radiant, sending sparkles of light in all directions.

Ryan emitted a deep growl as he rubbed against her. She leaned her head back to rub against his, the wetness growing between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her little ass up higher. In a sudden motion, he pulled her lace panties down to mid-thigh, exposing her bare bottom.

Holding her firm ass cheeks in his hands, he rubbed both thumbs over her tight asshole, teasing her. A burning heat flooded her body, centering in her sex, her craving for him spiraling out of control.

Ryan’s hand found the outer lips of her labia and caressed the wet length. One finger found the little pebble in front and made circular motions, exciting her stiff clit further. She was panting and moaning in time with his touches.

Her clit burned and her vagina throbbed. She wanted to climax, the pleasure flowing through her veins reaching new heights. She held off, letting the erotic feelings surround her for longer. The tip of Ryan’s penis found her soft opening, nearly sending her over the edge. He plunged inside her, letting out a groan of release.

Heather lowered to her forearms, pushing her butt higher and opening her legs wider for his penetrations. Ryan ran his hands over her smooth back and his finger circled her rose tattoo, etched seductively below her right hip. She felt his cock grow inside her

Carnal lust took over and Ryan held her hips tightly and began to pound into her. She could hear his skin slapping against hers as he plunged his hard cock into her, over and over. A state of pre-orgasmic ecstasy enveloped her and she floated inside its warm embrace. She pulled and pushed against Ryan’s cock as he continued to fuck her.

The steady, relentless pressure pushed Heather closer to orgasm and then the first wave gripped her deep inside, all restraint gone. Ryan’s throbbing cock swelled and his tempo increased until his own orgasm gripped him and wouldn’t let go.

They came together like a sensual symphony. Ryan’s guttural moan blended in an erotic melody with Heather’s whimpering cries, her release in time with his. Her hips continued to move back and forth, long after she’d felt her muscles relax. Ryan kissed her back, her neck, her hair. She placed her head down on the cushion beneath her, all strength sapped.

They lay in a relaxed, post-orgasmic state, Heather with her ass still reaching up to Ryan, and he cradling her in a loving embrace. Heather watched the rose pendant glitter on the sofa next to her chin, the gold necklace still around her neck. The sweetness of the gesture once again gripped her heart with love. Ryan whispered softly in her ear, “My angel.”