Page 25 of Along Came Summer

“No,” I answer, shaking my head slightly, “Of course, I don’t. I just...”

“Mira,” Levi calls my name as he lightly caresses my cheek with the back of his fingers. “You’re safe with me, I promise, but if you’re unsure and you want to stop, we can. We don’t have to—” I cup his right cheek and press my mouth against his, silencing him before he can finish speaking, afraid my ridiculous anxieties will ruin what’s been the most fun I’ve had in a long time.

Levi smiles into the kiss and parts his lips when my tongue brushes against his bottom lip, silently requesting access, which he grants me.

“I want this.” I moan between kisses, “I want you.” Levi pulls back from the kiss, his eyes searching mine for reassurance. Whatever he sees reflecting in my eyes has him smiling brilliantly.

“Turn around and kneel in front of the canvas.” He instructs, and I do as I’m told without hesitation. I sit back on my heels, watching Levi move around the studio. The music that’s been playing quietly in the background this entire time changes, and the volume goes up. I recognise the song instantly but can’t for the life of me place the title at that moment… not when I have Levi’s six-foot-two frame towering over me in all his delectable glory. His very evident erection is pitching an impressive tent in his boxers that has the wayward side to me stirring impatiently to reach out and free it from its confines.

Levi unties his hair and ties it back up again before he kneels behind me. “You ready?” he murmurs, kissing the spot just behind my ear, and I sigh, closing my eyes.

“I don’t know what we’re doing, but yes.”

Levi’s deep laughter reverberates through me, and I can’t help but smile. “Spin around and lie down on the canvas,” he instructs as he lightly nuzzles my neck. I don’t think twice and spin to lay down as I’m instructed. If I’m here to inspire him, I’ll do as I’m told, like a good little subject... or am I an apparatus?

I quell the urge to shiver noticeably when the cold material of the canvas underneath me starts to seep into my bones.

I distract myself from the chill by observing Levi moving four glass jars full of paint in various colours in an array around me before he slides up the length of my body, leaving behind a trail of kisses.

“God, look at you. You’re every artist's fantasy right now, baby.” His eyes lock with mine as he leisurely swirls his tongue around my nipple before he teasingly sucks it. A wave of pleasure ripples over me, making me exhale a loaded “Oh!” when he tenderly bites and tugs at the other one. Levi smirks devilishly and tips one of the jars over, spilling a stream of bright yellow paint onto the canvas and all over my hand. I raise my head to inspect the sunny-coloured mess all over my hand. Levi tsks and captures my lips with a toe-curling kiss, distracting me while pushing over the jar of royal blue paint.

“Keep your hands on the canvas at all times, understand?” Levi utters, pulling away from the kiss and leaving my mind in a haze. I nod mutely, biting my lip as I watch him grip the waistband of my thong, tear the lace and peel it down my legs, discarding it. When he lowers his hungry gaze between my trembling legs, something inside my stomach flips, and my fingers splay out on the canvas in anticipation of that first lick through my slick folds. And sweet heavens, he doesn’t disappoint.

“Uhhh,” I moan, arching up when his velvet tongue glides through my cleft and circles around my clit. I rock wantonly against him, ravenously demanding more.

Levi lifts my legs and places them on his shoulders as he delves in with a combination of licks, flicks and sucks that has me thrashing wildly on the canvas as he works me up to an almighty release. “Oh, God, ohfuck,Levi, yes… yes, I’m right there, oh god, I’m gonna come.” I pant, digging my nails into the canvas as I reach the summit of my climax. His glorious mouth covering my clit with just the right amount of pressure sends me spinning into ecstasy.

“Mm, that’s it, baby, you taste so fucking good. Ride my face until you come all over it.”

My body explodes in a flurry of sparks. “Ahh yes, I’m coming, Levi!” I cry out. Every toe-curling wave pushes me higher and higher until I feel the warm liquid seeping down my thighs, and Levi eagerly laps it up like a man who’s discovered water after being stranded in a desert.

I collapse onto the canvas as the last surge of my orgasm leaves me basking in a bubble of bliss. My chest is heaving, and I’m covered in blue and yellow paint. I didn’t realise what a mess I made of both of us until Levi kissed his way up my stomach, through the path between my breasts, and I noticed the smears of paint over his arms and my legs. “Oh my fuck, that was…incredible.” I pant as he comes up, and I drag his mouth to mine, kissing him deeply and getting a second-hand taste of myself on his tongue.

It's an addictive concoction.

“You’ve had your fun, King, now it’s my turn to make a mess of you…”

“Eyes on me, baby girl.”

Mira opens her eyes and looks up as I feed my shaft into her pussy. Interlacing our fingers, I lift her hands and pin them over her head while we both moan simultaneously. HolyFuck, she's tight. I go still, barely able to push further in, when her taut muscles clench and contract around me like a vice as she stretches to accommodate me. After hours of intense foreplay, I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth. I’ve given Mira three orgasms and almost succumbed to two myself, one when she gave me a blow job and the other when she was grinding against me chasing her orgasm.

I’m obsessed with watching her come.

My balls are tight, and my cock is throbbing fiercely, aching for that earth-shattering release I know is coming. Despite being well-versed in tantric sex and meditating regularly, I can't seem to keep it together around Mira—the tension and attraction between us is too strong, enough to make me lose control. I’ve had sex for six hours straight before and kept it together, but gazing into Mira’s amber eyes and listening to those breathy moans is more than enough to drive me wild. She asked me to show her how I would have made her feel good had she been mine, and I did just that. I licked that sweet pussy of hers until she soaked my face with her climax. I had her straddle me and grind herself against my dick till she came again while I teased her nipples. Then I fingered her and watched in awe as she came apart again.

Mira’s legs wind around my waist and she lifts her hips, drawing me in till I’m completely buried inside her. Every drop of oxygen depletes from my lungs while I fight off the urge to fill her tight cunt with my seed. “Fucking Christ, Mira.” I pant, pressing my forehead to hers. “You’re so tight, I’m going to fucking lose it.”

Mira curls her fingers around my neck and draws my mouth to hers. We kiss zealously, and the feel of her tongue teasing mine momentarily helps to distract me from the feral need to come.

“So, lose it.” Mira moans, sucking on my lower lip while rocking her hips. “Let me watch you come apart for me.”

“You’re going to, baby girl. You’re going to make me come so fucking hard for you.” I assure as I let go of her hands and position them above her head, then lean up, keeping my gaze fixed on hers as I use the coital alignment technique. Instead of thrusting in and out, I move up and down, grinding circles which stimulate both her clitoris and G-spot. Mira's eyes widen and she inhales sharply, her hands come up to grip onto my biceps.

“Ohh f-fuck,” she whimpers, biting her lip.

“Feel good?” I ask, and she nods, licking her lips. “Good, just relax, baby. I’ve got you. Keep your eyes on me, move your hips with mine, and let our bodies do the rest.” I can already feel her tightening around me; it won't be long before she’s having a simultaneous orgasm, and this time, I’m going over with her.

“Ohh, Levi,” she moans as we settle into a rhythm. Mira's hands run up my chest, over my shoulder to my jawline while she rocks her hips downwards as I grind upwards to stimulate her clitoris and send her soaring towards another mind-blowing orgasm.

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