It's finally here! The release day for my second book, The Art of Love. I am so excited, that I have to do a giveaway!
One lucky person will receive their own personal copy of The Art of Love, plus $5 to spend at Bookstrand.com.
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He had a number of easels set up with framed photographs resting on them. Melanie went to look at them. Many were Body Canvas art, though some were just photos of other things and had been digitally manipulated to create emphasis on something in the picture. She examined each one, lingering at the ones that were more erotic.
“Do you see something you like?” he asked. She glanced at him and couldn’t help it when her eyes dropped to his crotch. Realizing what she’d done, she quickly raised her eyes again to find an amused grin on his face. She could feel her cheeks burning. She realized that she was still holding his hand and tried to pull away, but his grip tightened and his smile grew wider.
Melanie opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. She swallowed and tried again. “I’m very impressed by your work,” she said. She noticed he had moved closer, and in an attempt to keep things on track, she turned toward one of the Body Canvas pieces. In it, a woman lay on her back, her long curls fanning out, and her head thrown back in an expression of pure bliss. She was clutching a man who lay on top of her. She had one leg wrapped around his waist and he was kissing her neck. The background was painted to look like sheets on a bed, and Justin had painted the models’ bodies from the waist down to look as though a sheet lay over top of them. When Melanie examined it, though, she could see the cleft in the man’s behind, and the woman’s individual toes.
“This piece is beautiful,” Melanie said softly.
Justin moved up behind her, placing his hands lightly on her waist. “What do you like about it?” he asked, his lips close to her ear.
Melanie closed her eyes as a tremor of desire shot through her. She knew he felt it too when he pressed himself lightly against her back.
“Do you like the way he kisses her?” Justin whispered seductively. With his accent, the words sounded incredibly sexy.
“Yes,” Melanie whispered back, her voice barely more than a breath.
“Do you like to be kissed that way?” he asked even more quietly, his breath caressing her neck.
She nodded and tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to him. What is he doing to me? He chuckled lightly and brushed his lips across her neck. A small moan escaped her as her whole body responded to him. The lust was a heady sensation. Her head spun. Her stomach quivered, and her pussy was dripping. His lips continued their slow, gentle exploration of her neck, one hand slipping around her waist and pressing her more firmly against him. She could feel his erection pressing into the small of her back. His tongue traced the outer curve of her ear, and she moaned again.
“Vous êtes très belle,” he whispered. “Je vous veux.”
High school French had been a long time ago, and Melanie had no idea what he was saying, but she didn’t really care. It had been ages since she’d felt this way, and she wanted it to go on and on. She reached up behind her to thread her fingers into his thick hair. He groaned and turned her around, bringing his lips to hers, tasting her with his tongue, and she eagerly stroked it with her own. She clung to him, melting in the sensations. His hand travelled down her back, and when it lightly caressed the dip just above her ass, she cried out and arched her back to press against him. He stroked the area again and her back bowed further, the sensation bringing on an involuntary pleasure response. As he stroked her back repeatedly, she cried out softly, powerless to stop her body’s response to his touch, especially when his lips found her collarbone and kissed her enthusiastically. Her desire was out of control, and she was desperate to ease the ache between her legs.
She lifted one leg to wrap it around his waist, and his hand travelled down over her ass and down her thigh, holding her leg in place. Her skirt rode up, revealing her black lace thong and he slid his hand up the back of the thigh and caressed her bare ass. When she moaned and arched against him, he squeezed tightly, kneading her flesh. Melanie’s head flew back and it unbalanced them. They nearly fell, but he managed to regain his balance. He lowered her to the floor, his lips returned to hers, and his hips settled between her legs. Melanie wiggled against him. Her clit demanded stimulation. His cock was rock hard in his pants and she loved the gentle rubbing as she moved her pussy against him. He used one hand to fumble with the buttons on her blouse and managed to open it. He reached around the back, searching for the clasp of her bra.
“It’s at the front,” she whispered. He quickly opened that, and her breasts sprang free. He groaned softly when he saw them and Melanie was incredibly turned on by the hungry look he gave her. He bent his head to taste first one peak, then the other, and his tongue swirled around the hardened nipples. He sucked her eagerly into his mouth, while he squeezed the other breast and rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger. Melanie felt as though her tits were directly connected to her clit. Every touch to her breasts made her pussy spasm, and she rubbed herself harder against him.