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Below is the sex scene from Artist. Enjoy
Clothes seemed like such an inconvenience. She tore at his shirt, wanting the feel of his skin under her nails.
He pulled his shirt over his head, breaking their hot kisses for only a second. Lexi took the advantage and scanned his naked chest before plunging her tongue back into his mouth. She raked her fingers down his torso, marking her territory.
Cole responded with a sensual sound that dated back from their first time together. He liked it a little rough.
In one swift movement, he scooped her up by the back of her thighs, wrapping her legs around this waist. One hand pressed against her ass, pressing her into his erection. The heat, the fire of every past encounter, rolled through her as he strained against her.
He worked her neck with his lips and tongue, sending rockets of sensation through her right to her center.
“God, Cole. I need you.”
He crumpled to the ground, folding her beneath him. “As you wish,” he whispered as he made short work of her shirt and bra.
The light touch of the tip of his tongue on her nipple caused an explosion inside her like she hadn’t experienced since college. Her back arched, and she cried aloud. The man could make her come with one lick. She was in trouble and so happy to be there.
Her legs tighten their grip around his waist. She ground against him, hating the layers of cloth between them. She wanted him inside, now.
“Lexi,” he breathed. “I’d forgotten…” He gazed down at her, his eyes fuzzy with lust. Why was he still talking?
She grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him down again. “Shut up and get to work.”
He grinned and slid down her body, struggling for a second when she refused to unlock her legs. “Lexi.” He dropped the word in a sexy dom voice, and she let go, opening wide.
He tugged off her leggings and panties and buried his face between her thighs.
Cole reveled in pleasuring Lexi again. He’d always loved going down on the woman. She was so vocal and demanding. She told him what she desired and allowed him to do what needed to be done. As he took her with his mouth and two fingers sunk deep inside her, she cooed, purred, and then released a final scream. Her beautiful body writhed beneath him, and he could hardly hold back.
He didn’t want to hold back. This moment felt like everything he’d been missing for all these years. Companionship, compatibility, sex. He’d never found all three things with any other woman. How he’d survived after he lost her was a mystery. He’d been too self-absorbed and selfish. From now on, he only wanted to make her happy, help her realize her dreams, cause her to scream like this every night. He’d spent too much time in his own head, and that stopped now.
Lexi’s body fell slack, her arms dropped away, and her legs released their death grip. She panted beneath him, a huge grin on her face.
He leaned over her, a hand on each side of her head. “Better?” he asked.
She hummed an agreement, her eyes still closed. “I forgot how talented your mouth was.” She cracked one eye open. “Did you bring…?”
He bit his lip, and she pouted. Sitting up, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom.
“Thought you’d get lucky, huh?” Her voice filled with sarcasm, but her eyes danced.
“Non-zero chance, my sweet.” He held it up and waggled it back and forth. “Yes?”
She wrapped her legs around his thighs again. “Oh, yes.”
He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his shorts.
Lexi sat up and plucked the condom from his hand. “You need help.” Her gaze met his, and he melted a little. The lust, passion, and deeper feeling he read there stirred something inside him that had been dead for too long.
She folded her hand around the length of him, stroking in a rough rhythm he remembered from the old days. He closed his eyes, drinking in the sensations and the memories, loving the idea that this was the first of many encounters.
She gave a hard tug, and he opened his eyes. She’d never looked so sexy, her hair a mess, her shirt open, her gaze burning him up. She kept her eyes locked on his as she opened the foil pack and rolled the condom on him. The heat of her stare and the delicate touch of her fingers almost caused him to come.
She sensed his need and backed off. She leaned back, supporting herself on her arms. Her gaze raked him up and down, and a slow smile spread across her face.
“Yes?” he asked.
She nodded, and they fell together on the grass. He entered her in one quick motion, unable to restrain himself. She moved with him in a familiar dance that was also completely new. Their bodies merged and strained, rolling in the grass, her on top, then him again. Their motions became increasingly frantic as he plunged inside her over and over again.
Finally, he felt the familiar buzz in his brain and heaviness in his balls. Quickly, he rolled, putting Lexi on top of him so he could watch her as he climaxed. She grinned down at him as he grabbed her thighs, thrusting up with a primordial grunt.
They both sat frozen for a good minute. They gazed at each other in silence when something in the air changed. The moonlight, the fireflies, the grassy plain seemed to sigh, releasing years of tension. This was what he wanted, what he needed. Just Lexi from now on.
She leaned over him and placed a chase kiss on his lips. “Good?” she asked, as she always had. Her question always meant “was it good?” and “are you good?” at the same time.
He reached up and cupped her face. “I love you, Lexi. I always have. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
Her face crumpled, her bottom lip trembling. “Why do you always have to ruin it with mushy stuff?”
He pulled her into a long, slow kiss. “Because you need to hear truths.”