Upon a pillar, bearing a vase, her head turned slightly turned to the side. The light caught the side of her face graciously, accentuating the curves of her jaw, caressing her neck and falling gently on her breasts, casting shadows beneath them. Her dark brown hair was back and up, but even then it was still long enough to gently fall on her back. Her full red lips were closed, but seemingly anticipating being able to open.
His brush carefully and gracefully traced the outline of the woman. A man who paid particular attention to detail, the right lines in all the right places were given to create the image of the beauty before him. A professional, who admired every shadow, every touch of light on her skin, the pink tint of her nipple on her lightly tanned breast, all curves and colors which he laid out on his canvas with a mathematical precision.
As she stood there, she could not help but daydream as he was painting her. She thought of many things, and eventually her mind drifted off to the idea of sex. She looked down quickly at him, his hand on his brush, his muscular arm directing each graceful move to create lines on his canvas. She began to think about what his body must look like under the plain white short-sleeved shirt. He was a very handsome man, with a chiseled face and jet-black hair. She could only wonder what his penis looks like, the bulge in his paint-stained khaki pants. She began to tingle between her thighs at the thought.
Her mind suddenly started to drift away, and she found herself thinking about being pounded by him on his bed in the other room. She could feel herself begin to become wet, and suddenly she was self-conscious. Her face became flushed, and she wondered if he noticed.
"Is everything alright up there?"
"Oh, um, yes, I'm fine, thanks."
He went back to painting diligently. She hung on his words, loving the rich sound of his voice.
"Actually, could we take a break?"
"I don't see why not. Would you like something to drink?"
He walked into the washroom and cleaned the paint off his hands.
"No, thanks, I just need to take a little break, loosen up a little."
He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice. She grabbed her robe, draped it over herself and tied the belt. She took a seat on the couch and relaxed for a moment. She watched him take the dishes out of the dishwasher and dry them, and then place them back in the cabinet. Again she began to think about his cock inside her, and her pussy began to water. She was becoming increasingly horny with each moment, but she had to force herself to keep from touching herself, or making any strange movement that would make him suspicious. The soft silk on her body was not helping her calm down any, as whenever she moved, her nipples, which had become hard now, rubbed against the fabric, and caused her pussy to burn with desire.
He watched her as she stared off into space.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, nothing really. You know, usual things."
She was beginning to wonder if he knew.
"Actually, my mind is just a little clouded right now, I don't know if I'll be able to stand there still much longer."
She stood up and walked to the kitchen counter, and stood near him.
"Why, what's wrong?"
She looked him deep in his eyes, seeing herself grow closer to him.
"Oh, I'm sure it will be all right."
She told him, and then their lips met. At first he was a little shocked, but welcomed the kiss. He had always tried to maintain a high level of professionalism with his models, but he could feel her desire on his mouth. All he could do was kiss her back. He slid his arms down her sides, and wrapped them around her. She put her arms around his neck, and pulled herself into him. She pressed her body close to his, trying to feel his penis inside his pants. She could tell he was getting aroused. She began to unbutton his shirt, and she took it off, and it fell to the floor, revealing his muscular arms and chest. He moved his hands from her back to her breasts, and he caressed them through her silk robe. She exhaled sharply, and he spun her around, and kissed her neck gently, and grabbed her breasts from behind, squeezing them gently, and caressing her nipples through her robe. She was becoming so wet now, she could almost feel her juices start to drip out of her hole.
"Sometimes, the best cure for temptation is to increase the magnitude, and then release it."
She turned around and kissed him repeatedly, knowing he would soon set her free. She kissed him and led him to the bedroom at the same time, and once they were there he pushed the robe off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She was once again exposed to him, but this time it was different. Her gracefulness was accompanied by an animalistic desire, a burning heat within her begging to be satisfied. She undid his pants and he kissed her as she slid them off his waist. She slid off his boxer shorts and his penis came free. She stopped kissing him and studied it for a moment in the yellowish light of the room. Her pussy immediately became very wet as she looked over the veined shaft, his balls hanging beneath it. She took his penis in her hand, and pulled him by it over to the bed.
He instantly became rock hard as her hand wrapped around his cock. He enjoyed the feeling of her warm skin against his penis, and he could barely contain himself as she ran her hand over it, caressing it. He climbed over her in the bed, and kissed her deeply on the mouth. He opened a drawer in the bedside table, trying not to attract her attention, and he pulled out two silk scarves. He took the hand that was on his penis and pulled it up to the headboard.
"What are you doing?"
She very well knew what he was doing. He tied her arm to the headboard tightly, so she would be sure to be kept from coming free. He then took her other hand and tied it to the headboard as well. Being tightly secured, she was his. He ran his hand down the length of her body, until he got to her legs. He gently touched the insides of her thighs, so close to her wet hole, but took care to avoid touching the lips of her pussy. She brought her legs up as he touched her, greatly wanting him to touch her in that special place. He could tell this was going to drive her nuts.
On the bedside table were a few of his paintbrushes, brand new and unused. He grabbed a thick brush with thin hairs, and began to create his masterpiece. He began with her lips, tracing around her mouth, and then down her soft cheek to her neck. He touched the brush to the underside of her breast, and he watched how she reacted. He brushed in circles, the brush tickling her ever so softly, and she was unable to do anything about it. He brushed her nipple, so hard now as he teased her. Her eyes were closed, enjoying him having fun with her body. He brushed the other nipple in the same fashion, and then drew a line down her stomach.
He took a thicker paintbrush, and moved to the end of the bed. He pulled her legs apart, and she lay there with her feet flat on the bed, legs spread wide, and her pussy exposed to him. He brushed the insides of her thigh, down to her crotch, and he brushed along the folds of her pussy.
She could hardly understand. Aside from being so incredibly horny, wanting nothing other than to be fucked, pounded so hard, to cum, and be released of her tension, she was confused. She expected him to give her wild animalistic sex, and here he was teasing her. Bound to the bed, all she could do was take in the feeling of the paintbrush between her legs.
On one side of her pussy he ran the paintbrush, on the other, his finger. He traced her hole, taking care to keep from entering her, enjoying watching her squirm as he touched her. She made little squeaks and moans with every line he traced on her. He touched the paintbrush to her engorged clit, and she jumped a little, and he brushed around in little circles.
She was so on edge; the paintbrush on her clit was driving her absolutely insane, as were his fingers still just touching her pussy. She saw him fiddle with the paintbrush for a moment, and she wondered what he was doing. Then she heard a humming noise, and he touched the other end of the brush to the pearl between her legs once more. She could hardly think as vibrations originating from her clit surged through her, and throughout her body. Her legs immediately wanted to close, but he kept them open, and he kept holding the brush vibrator on her clit, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.
He could tell she was close, and he moved the vibrator off her clit, and traced around her hole once more. She was dripping wet, and so hot, she begged him to let her cum, but he would not allow it. He took the brush away and set it on the floor. He kissed down her thigh from her knee, and then traced around her pussy with his tongue.
Her head went back, as he kissed her right between her legs. Gently he began to lick around her pussy, tasting her juices on his tongue. He licked around the outside still, and watched her breast rise and fall with every touch of his tongue on her pussy. He slowly traced around her warmth with his fingers, and then very slowly inched one finger in, and only kept it in long enough to get her wetness on his fingers.
He immediately began to toy with her clit, as he licked her pussy once more, forcing his tongue inside her. Her hips gyrated as he pleasured her, waves sent through her body by his hot mouth on her sex.
"Fuck me. Fuck me please fuck me. I can't take this any longer I need you inside me"
She begged him, but he just flicked his tongue over her clit once more, always keeping her on the verge of orgasm but never pushing her over the top. He kissed up her stomach once more, and then kissed her mouth, keeping one hand on her pussy. Her breathing was short and separated, and her breast moved erratically beneath him. He kissed her neck, and as he did he untied her bounds.
With tiger-like reflexes she flipped him over and looked deep into his eyes. He could see the fire that burned within her. With him under her she grabbed his cock, and positioned it in front of her pussy. She pinned one of his arms down, but with his free hand he pinched one of her nipples. She moaned a little and inched herself down on him, until his shaft was fully inside her.
She began to rock back and forth on him, and she put both of her hands on his chest. She looked deep into his eyes, and he used both hands to massage her breasts, and pinch her nipples. She moved faster with the pressure on her tits driving her closer to orgasm. She wanted nothing else but to cum so hard all over his large shaft that was buried deep in her.
Her pussy was so wet, soaking his rod in her juices. Her clit dragged lightly through his neatly trimmed pubic hairs, which increasingly brought her closer and closer to ecstasy. She was moaning loudly now, and he could sense her orgasm was imminent.
