Sara Andrews has always had image issues but now that she's a senior in high school everything seems to be falling apart around her. When she finally confides in a teacher the school brings in a young British counselor right out of school in hopes t...
Harry was patient, after a few tries we were on the road and I was feeling more and more confident. Luckily it was late so there weren't many people on the road, within 15 minutes we were finally pulling up to the gate of the community.
"This place is nice." Harry says as I wave to the guard before putting in my code, he looks around as I maneuver the car safely into our garage. "Aaron has done well for himself." He adds as he helps me shift into park.
"I still can't believe he's your cousin, I mean I can but at the same time it's weird. You two do look somewhat similar though." I smirk before climbing out of the car and leading Harry into the house.
"So this is home now hm?" He asks and I nod before walking into the kitchen and pouring him a glass of water, he downs it in one gulp before trapping me against the counter. Harry looks down sheepishly before lifting his head and looking in my eyes. "Can I watch you paint sometime?" He asks as he chews his lip anxiously.
"I guess, I do get a little messy though." I reply innocently, Harry licks his lips before ducking them down to my ear.
"I like messy." He smirks before trailing his lips from my ear across my jaw then presses his lips to mine gently, I grip his hoodie and return the kiss feverishly. Harry runs his hands down the back of my thighs and lifts me up before wrapping my legs around his waist without breaking the kiss. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and moan as I feel him grow hard against my core. "Which room?" He whispers against my lips.
"First door on the right." I reply before kissing him passionately as he carries me down the hall and into my room, I gasp against his lips as me slams my back against my door after closing it. Harry stands me up and our lips break apart as we rip at each other's clothing.
"Thought we were taking it slow." He whispers against my lips as his hands brush against the white bra and panty set I'm left in.
"We can start that tomorrow." I say biting my lip as I tug Harry's pants down leaving him in his tight white boxers.
"We match." He smirks before kissing me again, my body is trapped between the hard door and his hard body as our lips mold into a sinful rhythm. After a heated exchange Harry pulls away breathing heavily, he looks down between us and bites his lip. "Can I watch you paint?" He asks, his voice low and raspy which sends shivers straight to my core.
"Now?" I ask with my brow cocked, weren't we just about to-
Yea." Harry replies sheepishly.
"Uh, sure. let me just go put something else on-"
"No." He whispers as he grabs my arm to keep me from walking away, "Like this is perfect."
"But I'm going to get-"
"I told you I like messy Sara." He purrs with his lips against my neck, "Please." He adds and I nod before pulling away and opening my door, I can feel Harry's eyes on my back as I walk.
"You'll need to replace this set because it's one of my favorites." I tease as I look back at him, his eyes are on my ass as he walks up to me, his hands go to my hips before running his fingertips down the caged back of my white lace panties.
"I can see why." He mumbles under his breath before pressing his front into my back allowing me to feel his around pushing against me, "It would be my pleasure." He whispers,
Oh I think it would be both of our pleasures babe.
"Come," I say softly before taking his hand and leading him down to the studio.
"Oh I'm planning on it baby." Harry smirks and I shake my head as we walk into the room. I walk around and light up the candles that I paint by in the dark which casts a romantic tone across the room. Rhe paintings I had done earlier were now dry. "Did you do these?" He asks as he looks over the four canvases that make one large ripple in the water.
"Yea, that's what I was painting when Ronnie came home tonight." I reply before grabbing a large canvas and placing it on the easel. "Anything particular you want me to paint?" I ask and Harry pinches his lips pensively.
"Something that inspires you maybe?" He offers and I have the perfect image in mind, he watches as I a charcoal pencil and begin to sketch out a rough map of what I want. To the naked eye it looks like a bunch of marks but to my own it makes perfect sense.
Harry is quiet as he observes me expertly choosing the colors I need and mixing them to achieve the exact tone I want. I've never had anyone watch me like this, so intimately. The room is thick with an air of sensuality as Harry watches my body move was I paint. He chuckles under his breath as some paint falls off of my palette and rolls down my stomach, I glance over at him as he pulls his lip between his teeth. His eyes seem more alive then ever lit up by the candlelight, I smile at him softly before returning to my painting.
I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it tonight, I just wanted to get the skin tones down and the eyes. The eyes just have to be right.
Harry walks around me as I work, taking in every stroke, every movement. "Why do you love to paint?"
"Because I have full control, it's one of the few things in my life I have the confidence to take full control." I reply without taking my eyes off of the canvas.
"Is it a confidence thing or the fact that not having control is more enjoyable?" Harry presses, I pause to think for a few moments before continuing painting.
"Maybe a bit of both." I answer as I bite my lip trying to concentrate.
"What if you could take total control of your life?"
"That's impossible, you can't control the drunken man barreling down the highway or the war happening that's out of your hands. You may have full control over yourself but you'll never be able to control let alone anticipate anyone else." I reason and jump when I feel Harry's hands on my hips and his lips on my shoulder, he smirks against my skin as he takes the paintbrush from my hand and goes to brush a stroke on my painting when I jump away from him and stand in front of it to block him. "Don't!" I squeal, his smirk widens and I whimper as I feel the cold paint against my stomach.
"There, my masterpiece is perfect." He smirks as he steps back to admire while I look down to see a heart painted on my stomach, I shake my head as I walk towards him.
"You most be pleased with yourself." I tease and he gives me a lopsided grin.
"Extremely." He replies as I close the distance between us before hugging him and leaving a matching heart across his abs. Harry looks down and smiles as he wraps his arms around me. "Two hearts in one home." He whispers before pressing his lips to mine, I smirk against his lips as I reach over to the table and dip my finger in some black paint.
"Aww, that was so sweet Harry. You should write a love song." I muse as he grins at me, his eyes go wide as I smear the paint across his gloriously chiseled jaw.
"Way to ruin a moment." He teases.
"Well you did ruin my panties so now we're even." I shrug before turning my back to him and looking at the painting, even though it wasn't complete the eyes were perfect. For the first time a painting really made me feel an emotion.
Love.
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