28 28 Mini-Green House

LILY

My eyes fluttered open, and it took them a second to focus. When they finally did, I gasped.

"Oh my God!"

I was staring at an abstract painting. The edges were shrouded in shadow, growing lighter as they drew inward to form a face. Broad brush-strokes of color formed a jawline, a nose, a pair of eyes… a face that was very familiar.

"It's me!"

Hunter squeezed me from behind as I stood there in shock. The painting was beautiful. Totally amazing. And it was me! It looked exactly like—

"You painted me?"

"Yup."

"When!?"

I couldn't believe it was my first question. Hunter shrugged. "A while ago."

I floated over to the canvas, forgetting all about high heels. The resemblance was uncanny. Hunter had captured my face, my lips, the curve of my eyes and ears. He had even captured a look, one that I knew I made from time to time. The whole thing was just totally surreal.

I turned to him with tears in my eyes. No one had ever done anything like this before. It was the sweetest, most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me.

"I… I don't know what to say…"

He laughed. In his black dress slacks and crisp white shirt I wanted to jump him right then and there.

"Maybe say that you like it?"

I ran to him. Threw myself in his arms. "I love it!"

He seemed relieved. Almost like he'd been nervous the whole time. Hunter — my confident, handsome, alpha boyfriend. The one who was never nervous or afraid of anything.

On top of being incredible sexy, it was also adorable.

"Ever wonder why Danna acted so strange with you in the hallway that night?" he asked.

I thought about it. "Yeah?"

"Well she saw it," he said. "That painting. Half-finished, while she was in my bedroom."

"Oh…"

"She was angry that night. Totally pissed. We got into a fight, and she accused me of being 'hung up' on you."

I remembered. It all made sense now.

"But after she left," Hunter went on, "I sat there alone for a while and that's when I realized something." He looked down at me and shrugged almost imperceptibly. "I was."

I hugged him, and he spun me around the room. There was no one else there, at least not in that part of the exhibit. No one in the world but us.

Suddenly he pulling me, heels and all. I stumbled forward trying to keep up. Hunter kept looking over his shoulder.

"Hunter, what are you—"

He flung open a door, then shoved me inside. When he closed it behind him, it was almost like being outside. A long glass room lay open to the moonlit sky, with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the Mansion's enormous back gardens.

"W—What is this place?"

"Not sure," he shrugged. "Looks like some sort of mini-greenhouse, attached to the back of the mansion."

It was cool, but not cold. The windows were frosted over with condensation in places.

"It's beautiful," I breathed. "I—"

Hunter's hands went to my hips and suddenly I was being lifted into the air. His strength was astonishing.

"Oh!"

He set me down on the top of a smooth counter. His hands slid their way up my thighs, pushing my dress up around my waist…

"I can't wait anymore," he whispered. "I have to taste you."

I gasped again as I felt my panties being pulled to one side. Hunter dropped to his knees. My legs spread for him willingly. Automatically…

"Oh God…"

He kissed his way up my thighs, his lips gentle but his stubble tickling my tender flesh there. Every touch was electric. The feel of hands on my legs made me dripping wet.

Eventually his mouth reached my glistening sex. I jumped.

"Easy," he murmured into me. "I've got you…"

I tried to relax as Hunter's tongue slid into me. He dragged it slowly through my glistening folds, stopping briefly to trace tiny circles around the hood of my clit.

"Fuck…" I moaned softly. In the silent sanctity of the little greenhouse, I could actually see my breath. "Oh Hunter… oh fuck…"

He ate me slowly at first, relaxing me with his delicate movements. It was heaven, watching him go down on me. I could've come easily just watching his handsome face working its magic at the junction between my thighs.

But then he slid a finger into me.

Oh shit…

My arms reached out, my hands scrabbling their way into his hair. Hunter responded by licking harder, by pushing faster and deeper with his middle finger. I felt two fingers. Three…

"Hunter…"

With his free hand, he lifted my legs over his shoulders. I clamped my thighs shut instinctively. Trapped him tightly, in between.

"HUNTER…"

I was seconds away from coming. Nothing could stop me. I leaned forward, pulling at his head. Hunter responded by burying his face deeper, his tongue flicking rapidly and expertly over my swollen button. I couldn't see how he could possibly be breathing. It didn't matter.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!"

I came in an euphoric explosion, all over his stubbled, beautiful face. My breath was little puffs of white smoke. I was panting. Gasping. Rolling my hips forward and squeezing him against me as he cupped my ass in both hands.

"My God Hunter…"

He kept going, waiting for me to be finished, waiting for my legs to spread wide and release him. I took advantage of his sacrifice, riding out every last wave of ecstasy on my lover's twisting, churning mouth.

When it was over I was staring out through the frosted glass. Looking into the breathtaking, frozen world of the Mansion's moonlit grounds. It was absolutely gorgeous.

Just like him.

Eventually Hunter stood up and positioned his body between my legs. I thought he might fuck me. He could've slid in easily, right there, right then. At the moment I would've done anything he wanted…

Instead he kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. It was musky and hot and sweet. It made even hornier, made me want to—

All thought was interrupted as I was lifted again, just as abruptly as before. Hunter set me back on the floor on legs that trembled. He reached down and helped me smooth out my dress.

Holy shit…

Sneaking back through the doorway, the room had people in it now — at least a half dozen of them — gathered around various works of art. Thankfully, none of them were looking our way.

"Wanna go home?" Hunter asked, extending his hand.

The painting of myself was still there, still staring back at me. Only now it seemed my mouth contained the hint of a smile.

"More than anything in the fucking world," I breathed, as I slid my palm into his.