Chapter 10 #2
Guadalupe Mendoza’s art is amazing; both abstract and colorful, with emotions and experiences in every piece, be it love or heartbreak, happiness or darkness.
I take my time enjoying each piece, reading the artist’s description alongside to see if I got it right or not; sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.
I pore over one painting which feels sensual and intimate, and a hand gently caresses my lower back, leaving tingles in its wake.
When I turn around, Angel is walking away from me.
It’s not the only time that he finds a way to connect with me during the evening.
Several times I sense his gaze from across the room, staring intently at me, our eyes meet for a moment before he vanishes again.
I’m standing in front of my favorite piece, spending longer here than any other, and I feel his presence right behind me, though not actually touching me.
To other guests we probably look like two strangers admiring the same piece of art; but all I can feel is the warmth from his body, his breath on my neck, and just before he walks away, the feel of him softly running a finger from my neck, all the way down my spine, and then he’s gone again.
I’m still lost in the feeling when a voice brings me out of my daydream.
“I’m assuming you like this piece?”
“Sorry,” I say, “I was lost in my own world.” I look at her and recognize her from the photos I saw earlier. “You’re Guadalupe Mendoza!”
She smiles. “My dear, never apologize to an artist for being lost in your own world when you’re looking at their art.”
I chuckle before gesturing to the piece. “This one is my favorite, I mean, all of your work is absolutely incredible, but this one…” I sigh.
“What is it that speaks to you?”
“Um… I don’t know. I guess it makes me feel a lot… Sadness, but also joy, and fear, but also passion. I love how complex it is, just like life I guess…” I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I have no idea what I’m talking about, I don’t really know about art.”
“Nonsense,” she says, “I love your take on it. You’re a writer, yes?”
“I’m studying literature and creative writing, how did you know?”
“I can just tell,” she says with a wink; and I have no idea what she means, but I gratefully accept the compliment. “Now, I must mingle with the other guests, but please, I hope you stay and continue to enjoy my work.”
I smile as we say our goodbyes, before looking back to the piece.
“Are you going to buy it?” Miguel asks, appearing beside me; over his shoulder I see Sofía and Donovan chatting about a different painting .
“I wish I could,” I say, gazing wistfully at the canvas, “I couldn’t afford it for starters, and even if I could, it would never be safe in my apartment.”
He laughs. “I’m glad I’m not the only one where everything in here is out of their price range. I know Sofía loves some of these pieces, and I’d love to buy her one, but I can’t spend a whole month’s wages on a painting.”
“I know,” I say, although in my case it’s more like three months wages for a painting. “I did see that you can buy prints though, maybe buy a few of her favorite ones and get them framed? Sofía gets the gift of beautiful art, and you get to keep most of your paycheck.”
“I like your thinking,” he says, “you should do the same.”
I nod, making a mental note to buy a print of this piece when I get home.
“I think Mom and Donovan are ready to head out,” Angel’s voice beside me makes me jump.
How long has he been standing there?
“Great, I’ll go and get the car,” Miguel says.
Diablo
I wait until everyone falls asleep, before slowly padding up the stairs.
I’m desperate to kiss Elizabeth after our closeness during the car ride and then having to stay as far away as possible from her at the gallery; admittedly failing at times and not being able to resist finding a way to touch her somehow.
Knowing a knock on the door could wake up other people, I turn the handle and push it open slightly. She’s still in her dress, leaning against the desk and scrolling through her phone. I push the door open more and step in. Looking up at the sound, she gives me a huge smile .
“I’d have thought you’d be in your pajamas by now,” I whisper.
She lets out a low chuckle. “I thought it might be nice to take a shower before bed, and I need help with my zip.” She turns her back to me and glances over her shoulder. “Do you mind?”
In a couple of strides, I’m across the room and she’s in my arms. I grow hard as her peachy ass presses against me, and she reaches around to grip the back of my neck. She leans her head back on my shoulder, giving me full access to her throat, which I eagerly lavish in kisses.
“Take me to the shower, Angel.”
I don’t need asking twice.
Once in the bathroom, she turns the shower on and faces me. Last night she’d removed her swimsuit herself before stepping into the shower, but tonight she waits. I keep my distance, taking my time, letting my eyes roam over her body.
“You look so beautiful in that dress,” I say, “I wanted to tell you all night.”
“You did. I felt it every time you touched me, every time you looked at me.”
With my next breath I’m on her, claiming her mouth and letting my hands run over the dress, enjoying the velvety softness but wishing it’s her skin I’m feeling.
“As much as I love it,” I say, “I think it’s time we take it off now.”
She giggles as I slowly slide the zip down her back, the dress loosening and falling to the ground. Her arms go around my neck and my hands return to her body, this time enjoying the feel of her skin.
“If I’d have known you were going to be here this weekend,” she says, “I’d have packed some lingerie instead of my basics. ”
I glance at her black underwear set, and fuck, I think she looks sexy as hell.
“You could wear anything and still be the sexiest woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned.”
She chuckles. “Okay, no lingerie for you then.”
I step back, putting a fake hurt expression on my face. She smirks before laughing and pulling me back into a kiss.
“I’m messing with you,” she says, “I’ve got some pieces you might appreciate, especially now I know about your thing for lace.”
I groan. “Don’t tease me, princess.”
“Okay,” she says, undoing my jeans and reaching her hand into my boxers, taking my cock in her hand.
“As good as that feels, you already made last night about me, it’s your turn now.”
I take her hand out of my jeans and spin her around, so she’s facing the sink and the mirror in front of us.
The edges are slightly misted from the shower, but we’re both clearly visible.
I undo her bra, letting it fall to the floor, and slide her underwear down until it falls around her feet.
She averts her gaze, but I gently guide her face back up.
“Look at how beautiful you are, princess.”
She lets out a nervous laugh. “I’m confident in my body, but staring at myself naked in a mirror, I’m not sure about that.”
“So look at me,” I tell her, “watch me, while I watch you come.”
I slide my hand down between her legs, gently exploring.
She’s looking straight into my eyes, but I let my gaze wander around her body as I bring my other hand to her breasts, running my fingers over the smooth skin and teasing her nipples.
Her head falls back on my shoulder and she closes her eyes, letting out a soft moan .
I remove my hands from her body, and she gasps at the sudden loss of contact.
“I told you to look at me, princess.”
She returns her gaze to me in the mirror and I touch her again, with more focus this time, knowing what she needs to come.
She keeps her eyes on me for the entire time, until her orgasm takes over and her head falls back in bliss.
I love that I have to put my hand over her mouth to stop her from waking everyone up with how she cries my name.
Once her orgasm has slowed, she leans forward over the sink and looks back at me, the look on her face letting me know what she’s thinking.
I can’t wait to lie her in a bed and take her in every way I can imagine, but fucking her from behind will never get old, and with the view I have in the mirror, I know it will be incredible.