He looked like a pirate standing there with a bandanna tied around his head, his dark hair escaping in wisps. The only thing covering his tanned body was a pair of low slung ragged pants that looked like they had been cut off above the knees with a dull knife. He was facing a large canvas and the sunlight was casting shadows through the windows along the western end of the loft when she walked into the huge area. She stood inside the door and watched as he brushed paint on what looked like a large mass of rolling colors.
She looked around, taking in at a glance the stacks of canvases and supplies everywhere. There were windows on three walls and a door leading to what she assumed was a bathroom. On the right was a kitchenette and she could see how the counter was littered with take out containers. To the left was a huge four poster bed with jumbled bedding. There was a cozy area in the center of the room that had several couches, chairs, and tables loaded with books and other items.
She leaned back against the door jam and watched as he continuously dipped his brush on a palette and jabbed at the canvas, scattering a bright red hue here and there among the other riotous colors that were already there. She didn't want to alert him to her presents yet as she was enjoying the way his muscles rippled across his back and the way the fading sunlight played across his biceps as he gripped his brush. She caught a glimpse of his face as he turned to the windows. It looked like he was almost willing the sun to last just a little longer but the gloom was filling the room fast as the sunlight faded from the room. She could see him daub paint almost in a frenzy now as he rushed to finish what he was working on. He glanced at the last rays of sunlight and made a final stroke to his painting before laying his palette on a table and dropping his brush into a jar of liquid.
His muscles bunched as he stretched, his arms reaching above his head and then down to his lower back to rub it absentmindedly. He turned and saw her leaning against the door and wondered how long she had been there.
Her breath caught and her pulses raced as her eyes met his. His smile was blinding and went all the way to his eyes. She felt her knees almost buckle and was grateful she had the door facing to help support her. He didn't say a word but started in her direction with his arms outstretched to her.
Finally drawing in a breath, she pushed off the door casing and steadied herself before walking to meet him. She felt her breath being crushed out of her as he wrapped her into a big bear hug and buried his face in her neck. She caught her breath and started giggling as his lips traced a path up to her ear where he took a quick nibble and then around to her lips where he engulfed her mouth in a heated kiss. All she could do was hang onto his back and drown in his overwhelming heat. His tongue laid claim to her mouth and scorched her down to her toes. Her body tingled, her stomach churned, and there was a molten heat radiating from her womanhood as she pressed her body to his. She started to explore his mouth as he ravaged hers.
He couldn't get enough of her; the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body pressed to his, and the scent of her was almost intoxicating. He knew if he didn't let her go soon he would not be able to pull away with dignity but would end as a rutting animal pulling her down with him. His penis was rock hard and he could feel it pulsing between them yet he eased back from her, reluctantly breaking their kiss. He couldn't resist sucking on her bottom lip for just a few seconds before he drew completely back and looked into her passion filled eyes.
"Hey there southern girl," he purred, "How did you find me?"
She was still feeling quivery from the heated kisses they had shared but she put on a sly smile, "You seemed happy enough to see me." She deliberately looked down at his hardness pressing against his cut offs then looked back up at him.
He could see the merriment dancing in her eyes and casually shifted to relieve pressure on his genitals. "Yes, I guess it is hard to hide how happy I am to see you. I was just curious as to how you found me."
She laughed, "I have my ways and if you play your cards right, I might ease your curious nature." She ran her hands up his chest and tweaked his nipples before wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling his mouth down to hers.
He didn't pull away this time but deepened the kiss while pulling her between his legs to let her feel his desire for her throbbing between them. He could feel his nipples harden as her hands and fingers manipulated them. He wanted to feel her flesh against his and started to blindly unbutton her blouse. His questing fingers soon found her front clasping bra, unsnapped it, and pushed the fabric aside to uncover her firm breasts and taut nipples. By this time she was moaning into and around his mouth as she continued to return each tongue thrust with one of her own.
She shrugged out of her shirt and bra without missing a beat of their exploring kisses and pushed her sensitive nipples to his chest. She couldn't seem to get close enough. His hands splayed across her back and pulled her even closer. She gripped his buttocks and massaged them in rhythm with his hands running up and down her back.
He was tugging on her skirt zipper when she broke the kiss and pushed down on his arms to get his attention. It took him a couple of seconds to realize she wasn't cooperating because as soon as their lips broke contact his mouth had started kissing, sucking, and nibbling down her neck. His nose was buried in her breasts when it finally registered that something wasn't quite right and he glanced up to see her looking at him. He knew she wasn't upset at his liberties because she had this wonderful smile on her face but the devilish sparkle in her eyes gave him pause.
"What," he moaned.
"Before we get to involved I want you to show me some of your paintings and I want to lay down the ground rules," she stated firmly.
"Ahh, come on sexy," he purred in that Scottish lilt of his.
She winked at him and said, "You won't be sorry, I promise."
He grinned broadly, released his hold on her before taking her hand and leading her to some of his canvases. He stopped to rearrange his genitals about half way across the room.
This caused her to giggle and he gave her a mock stern look but his eyes quickly lowered to her bare breasts. He gave one of her nipples a quick tweak before tugging her hand and walking forward again. "I hope you keep your promises."
"I always keep my promises," she purred.
They spent some time walking around the big area and he pointed out some of the works he had finished and some that were in progress. She was amazed at the abundance of colorful impressionist paintings. She knew he had many talents but this one had been a surprise. He had told her not long ago and nothing could keep her from seeing his artistic efforts. The night he had mentioned his painting she couldn't get it out of her mind and she set out immediately to find his secret loft. They stopped at the canvas he had been working on when she came in the room and he dropped an arm around her shoulders as she stood there taking in the splashes of colors.
