CHAPTER NINE
Luisa—
My body presses against the sink with Blue behind me. He grips my bare hips and pounds into me, his dick buried deep. I watch him in the mirror. His heated gaze is locked on my bouncing breasts, and I feel another rush of response just seeing the way he looks at me.
My pussy is slick, and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off before I come.
“Wait for me,” he growls the order, and I try, biting my lip and moaning.
His attention shifts to watch his dick sliding in and out of me. “Goddamn, Luisa. I love the way you take my dick. So fucking good, baby.”
I squeeze down on him, and he groans, his thrusts increasing.
His hold on my hips tightens, and I wonder if I’ll have bruises where his fingertips dig into my skin.
A moment later, the sharp edge of a powerful orgasm jolts through my body, and I cry out.
Blue goes still behind me, his muscles rock solid as he follows me over the edge into ecstasy.
My legs tremble, and I almost slump to the floor, but his arms lock around me, holding me up. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
His lips brush my temple in soft kisses, then trail down my neck.
Once he pulls out and disposes of the condom, he spins me around, puts a shoulder to my stomach and hefts me over his shoulder.
I shriek in surprise, but he only slaps my ass and carries me to the bed.
Falling onto my back, he’s on me almost immediately, his hot mouth trailing down my body, pausing to suck each nipple before blazing a trail to my pussy.
He settles between my thighs, spreading me wide with his shoulders, and takes his time lavishing my pussy with his undivided attention.
I’m tender at first, but his soothing tongue laves the soreness away, and soon he’s ramping me right back up until I’m teetering on that sharp edge once again. When the second orgasm comes, I cry out, and he climbs over me to capture my mouth with his.
I taste myself on his lips, and it adds another layer to the erotic intimacy we share. Wrapping my arms around him, I cling to his neck, not wanting this moment to end.
Finally, he drops onto the bed next to me and pulls me against his side, stroking my back. “Love to watch you come, baby.”
I blush and smile against his chest. I hardly recognize the sexual being I’ve become in just a matter of weeks. It feels so good to snuggle for a moment, and I know I shouldn’t expect too much, because Blue has made it clear that we’re just having fun.
His hand smacks my ass. “Let’s go out to breakfast.”
Lifting off him, I stare at his face, frowning. “You want to go out to a restaurant with me? I thought this was only sex.”
“It is, but I’m hungry. Come on.” He stands and pulls me to my feet.
We dress and walk to a place off the square. Seated at a table in the corner of the place, he seems relaxed and unconcerned about being seen. I doubt I’ll see anyone at this place, so I, too, relax and enjoy the meal.
Blue and I both order breakfast burritos, and they’re delicious. The coffee is too.
“What do you do for fun, Luisa?” he asks, pushing his empty plate aside and picking up his steaming mug.
“For fun?”
“Yeah. You got any hobbies or something?”
“I like to paint.”
“Paint? Like pictures?”
I giggle. “Yes, like pictures.”
He tilts his head. “You any good?”
I shrug. “I took some classes in high school. The teachers said I was.”
“I’d like to see some of your paintings.”
His comment makes me light up inside.
The waiter comes by and leaves the check, thanking us, then withdraws.
Blue stands and digs in his hip pocket, pulling out several large bills and dropping them on the table. “You ready?”
I nod, and he takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. I follow him out, and an image of the time he led me through the crowd at my sister’s wedding flashes through my brain.
Once we’re out the door, we turn and head to the house where his bike and my car are parked. Along the way, we pass several shops, and a window display catches my eye. I stop, tugging on Blue’s hand. “Oh, look at that.” I point to the artwork in the shop.
“Pretty,” he says.
I glance at the name of the place. Rose Gallery. “Can we go inside? Just for a minute?” I ask excitedly.
He grins. “How can I resist that pretty smile? Sure.”
It’s a fantastic gallery filled with paintings and pottery. I pull Blue to a large life-sized statue of a horse painted in pretty colors. “Oh, isn’t it amazing?”
The shopkeeper wanders over to us. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.”
“I was chosen to have mine displayed at the county courthouse. Each year they make a dozen of these life-size horse sculptures cast in a polyurethane resin, and artists are chosen to paint them. It’s called the Trail of the Painted Ponies.
Then they’re auctioned off, and the money is given to charity.
The winner is displayed at the county courthouse for a year.
It’s very prestigious, and you also get a cover article in Southwestern Art magazine. ”
“I’ve heard of that. My art teacher talked about it.”
“My husband bought mine back for me. I’m so happy I didn’t have to part with it. Do you paint or sculpt?”
“Yes, but nothing like this.”
She leads me to a counter and hands me a flyer. “Maybe someday you can enter. This year’s entries are open for three more months.”
I spot a photo on the wall, and it’s this woman with the horse and the prize cup. My eyes widen. “Are you the artist?”
“I am.” She grins and extends her hand. “Carrie Rose.”
“Luisa Sanchez. Pleased to meet you.” I glance at the horse. “Oh, it’s beautiful. I’d love to be able to do something like that.”
“Come by on Tuesday night. I give classes in sculpture and painting.”
“That would be amazing.”
“Seven pm. I’ll see you then.”
I shake her hand, and we leave. “She was really nice.”
“She was.” Blue winks at me. “I think you found a friend. Or maybe a mentor.”
“I’ve always wanted a mentor.”
“She seemed very supportive of your interest in art.”
When we reach the house, Blue tugs on my hand, stopping us in the driveway and turning me to face him. “I’ve got to hit the road, but I enjoyed our time together.”
He pulls me close, and his mouth settles over mine. The kiss is soft and sweet, and I can’t get enough.
Finally, he pulls back and opens my car door for me.
We say our goodbyes, and I have to be content with the fact that he stands and watches me pull out and drive away.
I’m floating on a high as I drive across town, and the rosy glow lasts all the way to Carmen’s house.
She comes out the door when I text her, and jumps into the passenger seat of my parked car.
“Tell me everything,” she demands. I’ve still got a dreamy smile on my face, and she squeals and squeezes my hand. “Oh, honey. I’m so happy for you.”