Leanna-Chapter 263: [ZOE] The Art of Love Making

I sighed after a tiring day of entertaining the guests.

I was in Singapore in my newly opened gallery, massaging my temples and shoulders after the guests emptied the room.

"Cher, you can go back to the hotel now. I’ll tidy some things first," I said to my assistant and went to my private office.

Alone, I slumped on the comfy leather couch and opened my phone. All the exhaustion was replaced by excitement and happiness at seeing Lawrence’s messages.

It was Christmas Eve and also the opening of my new gallery in Singapore. Lawrence couldn’t make it since he had a project he needed to finish first. But he promised to end it early so he could come to me tomorrow to celebrate Christmas.

This was our first Christmas together as a couple.

Of course, he promised we would tour the world. However, Lawrence was still a college student, which I sometimes forgot. He said he would drop out of college to be with me, but I vehemently refused. Not because I was against it since he could already support himself and I have a stable income myself, but because his parents would kill me.

My in-laws still hadn’t warmed up to me ever since they thought I betrayed them, choosing Elliot over Lawrence. And I knew Lawrence too felt their disapproval that was why he didn’t argue with me.

We made a decision we would tour after he finished his degree instead.

[Hi, sweetheart. How’s your day?]

[Tiring.

Did you finish your project?

Can you make it tom?]

[About that, I won’t make it tomorrow]

My heart sank.

I wanted to lash out these negative emotions, but I contained myself. Being angry over a situation like this would only get us into fights.

Calm down.

Calm down.

Some situations are beyond our control, Zoe.

That’s right.

It’s only been a week that you were separated. Don’t act so clingy.

I bit my lips.

Because Lawrence was still studying, I accompanied him in New Heaven, occasionally traveling here and there for business matters. But often, he would accompany me, and I too would accompany him during his business travels.

This was actually the first time we hadn’t seen each other for a week since we got together, and I felt empty by the second that he was not by my side.

[It’s ok.

Maybe you can still make it after Christmas?]

. . .

. . .

It was a while that he didn’t reply. I messaged him again.

[Hey, if you can’t make it,

then I’ll fly back to New Haven right now]

I went to get my things. I didn’t actually care if I had to pay thousands of dollars for an immediate plane ticket, or I would spend Christmas inside a plane since it was already two hours before midnight –– before Christmas.

All I thought about was being together with him.

The plan was, he would follow me here in Singapore, and we would spend our Christmas here. But since he couldn’t make it, I’ll just go back and be with him instead.

I grabbed my things and went to the door. I opened it and was surprised that I jumped when Lawrence’s beautiful shock face stumbled my view.

He, too, was surprised, judging from the bulge of his eyes. Then he smiled.

"Hi, I was about to surprise you––ump!"

Lawrence didn’t finish his sentence when I dropped everything and jumped towards him, circling my hands in his neck, pressing my lips to his.

I miss him sooo much!

He was shocked, but only for a moment as he circled his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him and angled his head to deepen our kiss.

We kiss each other like it was our last.

The lewd sounds of kissing and sucking were the only things resounded inside the spacious hall.

I didn’t know how long we kiss, but we found ourselves panting and gasping for air while gently nibbling each other’s lips.

"I thought . . . you said . . . *huff . . . you won’t make it?" I whispered between breaths.

"I won’t make it tomorrow since I’m already here," he answered as I chuckled with him.

I hugged him closer to me, pressing my neck against his chest while his arms tightened around my waist. He kissed my hair before he settled his chin on top of my head.

. . .

. . .

"Hey . . ."

He said after a while that we embrace each other, not letting go.

"Hmm . . . ?"

"Let’s do some ’we shouldn’t be doing’ kind of things."

He whispered and bit my earlobe, which I moaned in delight.

"Like what . . . ?" I teased.

"Like . . . bless your new gallery. If you know what I mean."

I giggled and pulled out from his embrace. I cupped his face with both hands as I look at him seriously.

"That’s a horrible idea." I bit my lips, repressing a smile. "Which room do you want to start?"

Lawrence’s eyes darken with lust as he gave his usual grin.

"How ’bout your studio?"

He didn’t have to say more as I intertwined my fingers in his and pulled him inside my office into my studio.

The smell of a newly constructed room mix with the scent of canvas and paints and heaving sweat of two people in heat filled the spacious, brightly lit room.

Lawrence and I look at each other until he broke into a smug sexy smile.

"So tell me, lover . . . What would you like first . . . ? Me, to use my mouth to give you pleasure . . . or have my cock directly plunge to your deepest depth until you can’t take no more?"

Fudge!

I love it when he talks like that. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I mustered all my self-control and smiled at him. I titled my head and brought my finger to my pouting lips.

"I have a better idea . . ."

Lawrence’s eyes shone with excitement when I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his developing lean muscles while remaining eye contact with him.

Our bodies burned with desire and passion as I ravish him with my eyes while my fingers were busy removing his belt and tearing his zipper.

Lawrence tossed his shirt to the floor as we devoured each other in our minds. His jaw tightened when I bit my lip and squatted in front of him, pulling his pants along the way together with his boxers, exposing his full erection while my eyes never left his.

I gradually rose to my feet, caressing my fingers on his body along the way. Lingering more on his delicious long shaft, ample girth, and swollen pinkish tip, tracing every bulging veins.

Lawrence no longer held a smile as his face turned serious, wanting to devour me whole. He tossed his pants together with his boxers and briefs to the side, still not breaking eye contact with me.

I pushed him, guiding him to lay on his back on the floor, which he obeyed without a word of protest.

I kneeled beside him and smiled, trailing my fingers to his lips down to his Adam’s apple, to his collarbone, down to his chest and down more as my heated eyes followed my naughty fingers. My fingers then stopped on top of his pelvic area. I made circling motion above his erection, and my eyes zoomed to his and smiled my naughtiest.

Before he could say anything, I stood and grabbed a box of paint, and with slow, enticing movements, I raised my dress and pulled my panties down for him to see.

He gulped many times, and my eyebrow rose. My lips quirked up in a smirked as I got back on my knees.

"Zoe . . ."

He whispered in amazement when I tied his hands on top of his head using my underwear. I didn’t say anything and continued to bit my lips, staring at his naked self, laid bare before me to play.

"You’re so fucking sexy." I purred as I opened a tube of paint and painted his body with my fingers.

Of course, I was using water-based paint so I wouldn’t harm his skin.

Lawrence gasped and stared at me with wide eyes but grinning lips.

"I’m very fortunate to have a romantic and passionate lover with an insanely dirty mind." He chuckled.

"Making you horny, makes me horny," I confessed as I leisurely and teasingly paint his chest and pinched his nipple.

He groaned in pleasure when I paint all over him, being careful not to dint a single tint on his cock as it would have a purpose later. I rubbed my fingers all over him, from his legs down to his toes, avoiding the bracelet I gave him, tied around his ankle.

Satisfied with my work, I stood and washed my hands and got back beside him –– unsure of what to do next after I snapped a photo of him.

Lawrence was fully aroused with his pre-cum continually dripping out of him. I watched and salivated at his cock, dancing tall and proud as thick liquid poured out from the swollen tip.

"Don’t be shy, babe. I am your canvas for you to paint with all your colors. By the end of this night . . . I expect to leave this room very . . . dirty," he said in a strained voice that all I could do was hyperventilate at seeing his flush erotic face.

All morals and restraint left me. I lifted my body and positioned it above his and slowly lowered my hips against his hard pulsating cock.

"Nghr!"

We groaned together when his cock slid inside me. My fingers automatically gripped his shoulders for support as I moved my hips and rode him to ecstasy.

Lawrence was burning with desire at looking at me in a tantalizing dishevel strap dress, exposing the top slope of my jiggling breasts while hiding our intertwined bodies.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore.

"Zoe, untie me!" he said in urgency.

I untied his hands, and those hands flew on my hips. Lawrence sat up and kissed me while rocking his hips against mine in an erotic dance.

He then turned my body around, still maintaining our interlocking sex, my back and ass facing him.

My upper body slumped on the ground while my hands clawed the floor for strength when he gripped my bottom and spread my butt cheeks apart for him to see our joined sex as he pounded me deeper and harder.

Unable to contain ourselves, he kneeled on the ground, and I went all fours.

He licked the curve of my back while he took me to my climax . . . Each thrust deeper than the last. His hands fisted and tangled against my hair while his voice chant words in a low growl.

"Mine . . . All of you is mine . . ."

Not before long, my cries of ecstasy echoed in the room, and with few more deep thrusts, Lawrence soon followed, filling me with his cum.

*pant . . .

*huff . . .

"Where to next?" He pulled me to sat on his lap, my back facing him as he licked the sweat from my neck while his hands groped my breasts.

"Hmmm . . . You’re so . . . dirty." I chuckled and tilted my neck, exposing it for him to suck while my hand grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to me.

"What say . . . we bless the bathroom next?"

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