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I nod and turn it around for her to see. She gapes at it, staring.
“Wow, James,” she says softly. “This is amazing.”
I smile with pure pride. “Thanks.”
“No, seriously. This is amazing.” She looks up at me. “Will you sign it for me?”
I nod. “Of course.” I sign the bottom corner before carefully tearing it from the pad. She takes it gingerly, staring at the paper, totally forgetting that her top’s still off. I stand up and place the pad down on the ground before picking up my paintbrush and walking toward her.
She looks up at me, and I think she knows what I’m thinking. I can see the moment of doubt and confusion in her eyes, the moment where she has to make a choice. I kneel down next to her and carefully take the sketch away. I place it on the floor before tipping her chin toward me, leaving a smudge of charcoal on her skin.
She looks into my eyes. “James,” she says softly.
“You’ve been hiding,” I say. “I don’t now why. I can guess, but I won’t. I just want you to know that I don’t care. None of us do. We just want you to come back.”
She bites her lower lip. “I don’t know,” she whispers. “I don’t know if I can… do this.”
“Yes, you can,” I whisper, and I kiss her.
She hesitates before kissing me back. We fall deep into passion as I press her back against the couch. I kiss her lips, letting her tongue in my mouth, tasting her, feeling her. My hands tease her breasts and nipples before sliding down to her jean shorts. I unbutton her button and tug them down over her round, full ass. She lets me take them off, and soon she’s wearing nothing but her panties.
My fingers test her pussy. She’s dripping wet, just like I knew she was. I slip my hand down the front of her before pushing my fingers deep inside.
She gasps into my kiss, moaning softly. I fuck her with my fingers before teasing her clit like that, getting her perfectly wet, soaking and slick.
“I’ve missed you,” I say softly, pulling back. I move down her body, kissing her, lingering on her nipples as I take her panties off. She lets me, lets me get her completely naked. I spread her legs wide, her pussy dripping wet.
I move down between her legs and she looks down at me, panting, excited. “I’ve missed you too,” she admits, although it pains her a little bit.
“Good,” I say. I take the brush, handle first, and I tease her pussy with it.
Her eyes go wide. “James.”
I smirk. “It’s my lucky brush. Like I said.” I slowly press it inside of her.
She groans. I’m happy I brought one of my biggest brushes with me. I press the handle in deeper, it’s smooth, hard surface fucking her. I lean forward and lick her clit as I slide the brush in and out.
This is what I’ve been needing. I need to hear her moans, feel her body, taste her skin. I press the brush in deeper and deeper, making her writhe with pleasure.
My tongue laps along her clit, sucking and licking, making her get closer and closer to the edge. I want to remind her why she can’t stay away from us. I need her to remember what we can do to her, make her feel. I fuck her with the brush faster and faster, moving along with her moans, keeping time with her breaths. I suck and lap her up, loving her taste, losing myself in the moment.
Right now, nothing else matters to me. There’s just Emily. All of the complicated facets of our relationship, the jagged edges and the uncertainties, the odd way things have formed between me and her and everyone else, the unconventional weirdness of it all, everything smooths out, until there’s just the easy motion of the brush thrusting into her pussy, my tongue lapping at her clit, and the deep moans coming from her throat.
I reach up with one hand and tease her breasts, fucking her faster. Her moans go deeper, louder, and I know she’s close. I push harder, sucking and licking furiously, wanting to get her off, needing it so badly. I don’t think I’ve ever needed something quite so much. I have to bring her back to us.
She comes then, just as I think it. Her whole body stiffens, tightens, tenses, relaxes, over and over in waves as she comes. I savor it, tasting her, fucking her with the brush. And slowly, the orgasm finishes, and the last bits of it twitching away in her extremities, her hands laced through my hair and gripping hard.
I slowly pull the brush away.
“I can see why it’s lucky,” she says, smiling, laughter on her lips.
I grin and kiss her. I let the kiss linger, longer than I normally would, just because it feels so comfortable.
“You don’t have to hide from us,” I whisper to her. “You really don’t.”
She looks away, but there’s still a smile on her lips.
She doesn’t have to answer. I move her over and slide in behind, wrapping my arms around her and spooning her like that from behind. I hold her tight, kissing her neck, inhaling her scent from her hair. We watch the rest of the movie, and it’s the best hour of my life so far.
