Rounding a corner, she pulls a key from her pocket and opens a door. Grinning, she pushes the door open and holds out her arm for me to go in first.
Walking inside, there are paintings and drawings all over the walls. Easels with canvases that have sketches in the making, and a wall with shelves that are full of tubes of paint and brushes and sponges.
“Wow,” I say, starting to spin around. “So this is—”
Sia lunges at me, hitting me like a tractor trailer as she crushes her lips against mine. I barely catch a breath of air, but I can clearly taste the gloss on her lips, and it tastes like cherries.
Her arms are around my neck, her breathing already ragged and uneven. The tip of her tongue licks across my mouth, shattering any control I have. She's breaking me down, tearing me open, and giving me permission to expose the animal inside.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her in so her chest is pressed against mine. Her heart is slamming so hard in her chest I can feel it. Thump after thump ricochets like a trapped bird.
Running one hand up her ribs, I cup under her jaw, drawing circles over the thick vein in her neck. Her pulse is frantic, throbbing with her heartbeat. Stroking the vein, I kiss her deeper, harder, exactly how I wanted to greet her this morning.
Her cheeks redden, and I watch as the heat spreads down her neck and across her chest.
It's fucking beautiful.
Moaning into my mouth, her eyes close as her hard nipples rub my chest. Her head tilts to her shoulder as she inhales a desperate breath. Our tongues tangle and twist, she tastes so fucking good.
Sia breaks away, opening her eyes and staring up at me. I know what she wants. I can see it in the ocean of her eyes. Biting her bottom lip, she unbuttons the first few buttons on my shirt, then helps pull it over my head.
Dropping it to the floor, her eyes move to my chest as her hands explore. She runs her fingertips down my pecs and over my abs, so light I almost can't feel them.
Sliding them back up, they curl over my shoulders and stroke down my arms. Her breathing is short, quick, shallow. It's as if she hasn't taken a real breath at all. With sultry eyes, she slowly traces every muscle, following all the dips and curves with her fingertips.
All the blood rushes from head to my cock, filling it instantly and making me hard as a rock. Her nails scrape across my lower stomach, dipping a little under the seam of my pants. She moves from one side to the next and back again, causing a shiver to scale my spine.
“I've thought about this,” I say, “and I've dreamed about it too.”
“Me too.” Thumbing the button on my pants, she plucks it free as she stares at me under hooded eyes. Tugging her bottom lip into her mouth, her slender fingers grip my zipper and pull it down ever so slowly.
My hands are at my sides, fingers twitching as she lowers to her knees. Her hand disappears into my pants, wrapping my cock and pulling it out. Peering up at me, she licks the tip, circling it softly.
Groaning, I place my hand on her head, and curl my fingers into her hair. Teasing my cock with her mouth, she rubs her lips against my engorged tip, flattening her tongue and gliding it down the underside of my shaft.
“Fuck,” I utter with an exhale, squeezing her hair at the roots with force. I can't stop myself; I need to feel my dick in her mouth. Jerking my hips, I thrust forward, causing her jaw to widen and the sharp edges of her teeth to scrape me lightly.
Her cheeks hollow as she swallows my length. Slipping her hands to my thighs, she grabs fistfuls of my pants as she sucks me off. I'm guiding her eagerly with her hair, driving myself in as far as she can handle.
Over and over she bobs her head, her mouth slurping, and her tongue licking. It feels so damn good. Her mouth is warm, wet, and sucking me vigorously. Her mouth slips down, her cheeks concave as she pulls back to the ridge of my crown.
I can't take this anymore. I have to fuck her. If she keeps going like this I'm going to come in her mouth, and that's not what I want.
Clutching her hair, I tug her head back and hold her still. Pulling my cock free, she sits back on her knees. Her face glisten, wet and slippery from lubing my cock with her mouth. She wipes her mouth by running a finger around the edges.
Sia tries to stand, but I stop her with a hand on her shoulder and push her onto the floor. Tearing at her jeans, she lifts her hips, shimmying them down her legs. Grabbing the sexy red heels she has on, I pop them off, ripping her jeans free and throwing them over my shoulder.