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They had both come to the liking of visiting art galleries during the small breaks in between their schedules. It was their way to spend some quiet time together while giggling at each other’s interpretation of the art. Being absorbed in the art also allowed them to clear their minds from their responsibilities as in-demand actors.
He had surprised her with a private date at a new art exhibition. She was shocked when she found out he had the gallery closed just for the two of them, but was grateful nonetheless.
Despite the numerous artwork displayed, he watched her from afar, his eyes glued to her as she continued to walk through the gallery. He was unable to control his heartbeat as his eyes scanned her petite body clad in an olive green dress, matched with a black knitted beret. She rarely wore dresses on their dates, but when she did, he was aroused the instant she appeared before him.
He could hear the light taps of her black mules on the creaking wooden floor beneath her. His eyes lingered on the exposed skin of her legs, not realizing she was making her way towards him.
She cleared her throat to gain his attention. “Excuse me, I don’t recall my legs being part of the exhibition.” She teased, smirking when he cleared his throat when his eyes met hers. When she saw his eyes were dark with lust, she hovered her lips over his left ear and whispered, “you might want to loosen your pants a bit, your boner is giving you away”, letting the back of her hand brush against his bulge. Her light touch against his cock and hot breath against his skin made his body tense, letting out a grunt to ease his discomfort, avoiding her gaze.
When she turned away from him, he pulled her by the waist, pushing her back until her ass was leaning on the wooden display table located in the middle of the gallery. He kept his eyes on hers while he enclosed her body with both of his arms.
By the time she came to her senses, her breath hitched at his close proximity, her eyes moved between his eyes and lips. “We can’t do this here, there are security and cameras.”
He smirked before pulling out a set of keys from his pocket, shaking it infront of her. “A close friend owns this gallery, he sent all his employees on a vacation, the cameras have been turned off, we have the place to ourselves.” He winked at her shocked and also confused expression.
“You’ve gone crazy.” She muttered, this time it was her turn to avoid his gaze.
“Do you know of the artist Daniel Richter?” he asked with a mischievous look.
She shook her head no, keeping her eyes on him.
“His recent work, ‘I Should Have Known Better’ was displayed at the Art Expo in Busan. He captured the beauty of the body during intercourse through colors, lines, and various shapes.” He said with conviction as his eyes roamed her face. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you when I was at the expo. Do you know how hard it was for me to keep a straight face while I thought of us being the ones in his paintings?”.
She gulped as he continued to gaze at her intently, his stare was enough to give her goosebumps. She let out a giggle that broke the building tension between them, “is that why you were closely reading the art plaque on the pictures that were posted?”
He let out a sigh of disbelief, “is that what you really had to think of…” His face flushed with embarrassment, he really didn’t think anyone would post a picture of him reading an art plaque for an erotic painting.
She wrapped her arms around his nape, standing on her tippy-toes, “so, what did you have in mind?” She said before biting her bottom lip as she slowly fluttered her eyes.
“This.” He cupped her face between his hands, his lips charged for hers, pushing her back against the table display. She returned his kiss with a moan, her tongue pushing into his lips. He leaned her head back, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his mouth welcoming her tongue’s desires. The gallery filled with muffled moans and sighs that escaped their lips.
She pulled away gasping for air, her shoulders moving up and down as she took deep breaths. She locked her eyes with his, removing her beret and putting it on him, “is this when I say, ‘draw me like one of your french girls’?”
He muffled his laugh, he still found it amusing how she could still make jokes despite their situation.
He caressed her cheek before trailing kisses down from her ear to her neck. She leaned her head back, letting out a silent moan when his wet lips touched her sensitive neck.
As his lips continued to move down her neck, she began unbuttoning her dress, allowing for his lips to trail down her body. When his lips reached the valley between her breasts, he wrapped his arm around her back, unclasping her bra.
Once her breasts were no longer covered by the bra, he wrapped his lips around her pert breast. She gasped at the touch of his tongue on her nipple, feeling the pool of heat building up between her legs.
He continued to trail kisses down her body, his hands gliding along her soft skin. She rubbed her thighs together as he got closer to her heat.
He looked up at her, smirking when he saw her biting her lip in anticipation. “Be patient.” He whispered as he slid her panty off, his hands squeezing her ass that was partly leaning on the display.
He used his grasp on her ass to push her cunt towards his face. She gasped when his mouth finally made contact with her warmth, his tongue not spending another moment in his mouth. He slid his tongue along her slit, tasting her wetness. She planted her hands on the display, grasping the display until the tip of her fingers turned pale from her tight hold. Her toes curled.
She leaned her head back, moaning as his tongue fucked her. “Oh gosh, yes, right there,” she gasped. He fucked her faster and harder with his tongue, turned on by her moans. He grunted as he tried to catch his breath while continuously pleasing her.
He changed his grasp from her ass to her thighs, helping her keep her balance as her legs began shaking, “I’m close”, she managed to get out in between moans.
With her remark, he continued to fuck her with his tongue while his fingers began rubbing circles on her clit, the room filled with the sound of her wetness.
“Oh go--, I’m--,” the blinding pleasure kept her from talking, all she could do was moan. Her moans got louder as she reached her climax, the gallery echoing with her moans and his deep breaths.
He caught her by the waist just as her legs betrayed her. She leaned her weight against his body, the numbness in her legs still lingering.
“Is that what you imagined when you were at the expo?” She teased, finally able to stand on her own.
“So much more…” He replied, his eyes even darker with desire.
She attacked his lips, getting a taste of her own pleasure. She frantically helped him unbutton his shirt, while he worked to remove his bottoms.
By the time he was fully undressed, even before she was able to get a look at his cock, he grabbed her by the waist, “turn around for me”, he ordered. “Now, bend forward”, she gasped when the cold glass made contact with her breast, her ass now his view, her feet barely touching the floor.
He took his cock and slapped it against her ass, the slapping of their skin echoing throughout the gallery.
Her hair was now shoulder length, it covered a part of her face as she placed her head sideways against the table. He pushed the hair away from her face, “I want to see your face as I fuck you,” he requested.
“Spread your legs wider,” he said as he tapped on her ass.
He guided his cock to her cunt, wrapping his hands around her waist, both gasping as he made his first thrust into her warmth. He continued to thrust into her slowly and hard. He groaned as he watched his cocked move in and out of her, gliding easily through her wetness, “fuck you’re so hot”, he said as he moaned.
Her screams got louder as he sped up his movement, her toes curling as she began to climb for her climax. The room filled with the sound of her wetness squelching and their skins slapping, the wooden display table squeaking with every thrust. The front of his thighs red from his hard thrusts.
The beret she had put on him fell off when he leaned his head back, groaning when he felt his own pleasure reaching its climax. He knew he was reaching his end before her so his hand made way to her cunt, rubbing hard circles on her clit.
“Oh--, fuck,” she gasped when he continued playing with her clit, his cock repeatedly hitting her g-spot. She squeezed her eyes shut as she reached her release.
He continued to thrust into her as she orgasmed, soon reaching his climax, coming in her warmth.
Their heavy breathing replaced the moans that filled the room, both sticky with sweat and their release that now trailed down their legs.
He lifted her by her stomach, she turned and wrapped her arms around his waist, using him as her anchor.
“You’re a masterpiece.” He said with a proud smile before leaning down and placing a peck on her lips.
“I’ve never imagined fucking in an art gallery.” She said with a content smile on her face.
“There’s one thing Daniel Richter can’t capture with his art.” He said with sureness in his tone.
“Oh yeah, what is that?” She asked as she beamed at him.
“Your after sex aura.” He said while looking like a teenage boy who had just fulfilled one of his many fantasies.
She whacked his back before she said, “you distracted me from looking at the art, now, let me go.” She pouted and pulled away from his embrace.