SYNOPSIS ! y/n, a well-known new york artist, paints the fictional woman she sees in her dreams.
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"YOU'RE SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL," I whisper, dragging my lips across her collarbone. My hands grip her bare thighs, fingers sliding beneath the shirt she slipped on this morning.
She giggles, her fingers tangling in my hair and pulling gently, eliciting a small sigh from my lips. "So are you," she whispers back, her slim legs wrapping around my hips and pulling me in.
I push the shirt up until it gathers around her hips, and she grabs the end of it and bunches it up in her hand, keeping it up. My lips keep kissing and biting at her neck as I slip my fingers inside her black underwear.
Her hips push up, her ass lifting from the table as she tries to press my fingers against her. "Please, baby," she whines so beautifully that I can't deny her, letting my fingers slide inside of her. She grabs my other hand that rests on her thigh, bringing it up to her mouth and wrapping her plump lips around my middle finger.
"Your hands are so hot," she mumbles, her perfect eyebrows pulling together as I curl my fingers inside of her.
I smile, watching her as she tilts her head back and moans, her brown eyes clenched shut. I take a picture in my mind, remembering how she looks with her jaw dropped and her hair messy.
"Fuck, stop, stop," she says suddenly, bringing her head back and opening those gorgeous eyes. I obey her, immediately letting my fingers fall out of her and pulling my hand out of her underwear.
"You okay?" I ask, kissing her cheek and waiting for her response.
She just nods, leaning forward as her hands fall to the button on my jeans. "Shh, stop talking and fuck me." She's fast—her hands unzipping my jeans and letting them stay on my hips as she pulls me out of my boxers.
I watch, still taking mental images as she opens her legs as wide as she can, one foot propping up on the table as she pulls me closer until my thighs hit the edge of the table.
Her other hand pulls her underwear to the side and she looks down, guiding me to her entrance and letting me sink inside her. She moans, wrapping an arm around my neck as she presses our lips together.
I push the rest of the way in and she moans again, breaking our kiss. I moan with her, loving the way she feels wrapped around me. A smile spreads across her face and I can't help but smile too, kissing her again.
