41. Ambrose

Chapter forty-one

Ambrose

" F lick some paint on that side of the canvas and go lay in it," I say and she looks over at the blank end of the canvas. She looks like a goddess, more specifically a goddess I finally get to corrupt. She's a mess in the most beautiful way I could've ever imagined.

She picks up the most perfect colour, pink , and flicks it, splattering it all across the other end of the canvas.

"Perfect. You're so perfect," I say as she lays down in the colour and I don't think I could have imagined this no matter how hard I tried. She is beyond beautiful. Trying my best to not get paint in any spots we need clean, I get on my knees and stare down at her pink panties.

"I'm so sorry about these, sweetheart, but I'll get you more, I promise," I say before I grip the lace between my two hands and rip the flimsy material. "Much better," I mumble.

Indulging myself, I drop down until I'm face level with her cunt. I haven't been able to get the image of her on my bed, thighs clenching around my head as she comes, out of my mind since it happened. I knew I was a goner the second her pretty little moans filled my ears. I lick a stripe up her slit, stopping to suck around her sensitive bud. Her whimpers are like music to my ears and her taste makes me feel like I've been starved my entire life.

"Ambs, I need more," she whines out.

"Patience, sweetheart," I smirk up at her from between her legs. This is torture for me, just as much as it is for her, all I can think about is sinking into her and feeling her wrapped around me. There aren't many spots on her body untouched by the paint but I make it my mission to kiss anywhere I can, stopping only once I get up to her face.

I stare down at her, her eyes pooling into mine, adoration, lust, so many emotions swirl in them and I'm tempted to tell her every single thing I feel right now but I know all too well this is never the best time.

"You ready, sweetheart?" I ask and she nods. I pause for a bit, room for any second guesses.

"I'm on the pill," she whispers and moves her head up to connect our lips and draw me back down, I line up with her entrance and slip in.

We let out a moan in unison and I can't help but stare at her beautiful face, eyes screwed shut, lips forming the perfect ‘o'. As I lean down, I breathe in her breath for a brief second before connecting our lips and plunging myself fully into her.

Her nails dig into my back and it only encourages me to pick up the pace and plunge into her, drawing out the most beautiful moans I've ever heard.

"You're so fucking tight sweetheart, taking me so well," I say into her lips. My hands slip beneath me and I try to not smash her under my weight. A giggle escapes both of our lips briefly as I nearly lose my footing. I flip us over so she is on top and she groans at the sudden depth and even I have to start thinking about our latest financials to stop myself from releasing.

She lifts herself slightly and drops down on my length setting a torturous pace, "Fucking hell, Val," I say sitting up and cupping her face and pulling her in for a kiss, the movement an excuse to get a better angle. I groan at my need for release and what I can only believe to be hers as well.

"As much as I love to watch you sweetheart, these aren't the best positions tonight, c'mon." I smack her ass. "Ass up, face down. "

She does as she's told and I smirk, staring at the pink mess all over her back. Gripping her hips I bring her closer and slide in having better control over the pace and with a lot less slip in this position. I lean forward over her and dip my hand in the gold paint that started all of this, dragging her hands forward along the canvas creating smears all while pounding into her.

"Ah, Ambrose, it feels so good," she cries out. I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her up so her back is flush against my chest. My hand, covered in paint, wraps around her throat pulling her further back so my mouth is right next to her ear. "You are so perfect sweetheart, I can feel you clenching around me," I whisper and in turn, trigger her to clench even more.

With my free hand, I reach down and rub circles around her clit eliciting a scream from her lips and I'm really fucking grateful we're alone. Her head tips back and she falls over the edge clenching all around my cock. Her nails dig into my thighs and I grind into her slowly, before picking up the speed and chasing my own orgasm.

"Am-Ambrose fu-fuck," she stutters out.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm almost there, I promise, just a bit longer." With one more clench from her, I'm done and exploding inside her. She grinds down on me until I can barely take the overstimulation anymore. Picking her up off my dick and pulling her into my lap where I can drown myself in her soft delicate kisses. Except these are so loving, so gentle with absolutely no trace of lust. Just pure adoration. It's long and languid. I can feel my cum drop out of her onto my thigh and I break away.

"Let's go clean up, I don't think anyone wants a painting with cum on it," I say and she chuckles.