Walking towards him she felt almost motherly, she came up and embraced him as he shyly held on to his pad to cover up his groin. He melted away in her arms, smelling her soft hair and warm body he just melted, dropping the pad to the floor. They just stood there a while as she held him and he just relaxed. Sitting down next to each other on his small bed she looked him in the eye, holding his hands in hers. She told him that the she'ld show him how and that the first thing to start with was always the kiss. Caressing his cheek gently he almost purred at the feel of her hand, wondering if this was finally what he'd been waiting for for so long. She kissed him and he thought he saw colours dancing in his head. His lips couldn't get enough of hers and she found something sweet in him that awakened the temptress within her, that inner woman of passion and fire that delighted in having a man at her feet. That was the original reason she started modelling, to know that all those men watching her wanted her yet could do nothing about it. To tempt them all and then walk away in full knowledge that she and only she would ever pick her partners. It was something so satisfying about driving someone with a talent that made them feel oh so superior down into the ground by tempting and then denying them. She'd gotten more than a few offers of money or artistic fame but she selected those she wanted in the end. The idea of debasing herself for money or fame was abhorrent to her.
Kissing they fell back onto the bed, she was lying on top of him, her thing pressing up against his more than eager and willing member. As she paused he gazed up onto her, looking as if he'd found god and god had turned out to be a goddess. Looking as if his praise for her, his thankfulness, was unending. Looking as if there was nothing she could've asked him to do at that moment which he would've refused. Lying on top of him she caressed his hair, he seemed unsure of where to put his hands so she placed them on her back, telling him to stroke it. His hands slid down to her bottom and for a moment he looked embarrassed until she told him that that was an almost better place. She moved up over him and told him to kiss her bosom. He obeyed her like he'd been waiting to do it all his life, like ever since his mother had weaned her off of her breast he'd been looking and longing for another to feel against his lips. He couldn't help but take his hand back to caress them too, it was almost instinctive the way he kissed and licked her bosom, his tongue playing around her nipples as her bush teased his abdomen. He was in heaven as he squeezed her bosom around his face.
She moved back down, kissing him allover his face before finding his lips. Telling him he was a natural. She took one of his hands, licking a few fingers gently before sliding it down across her body. Finding her fertile valley as it was getting moister and moister. Guiding his fingers to her rosebud. She told him how to caress it, trying to keep guiding him as the pleasure was starting to make her loose control. Astonished at the effect it was having on her he just went on and on. Watching her intently and falling even more in love with this side of her. His fingers sliding in between her lower lips he was starting to explore her in astonishment, there was so much he'd never dreamt of yet that his instincts seemed to tell him was right.
She needed it, she wanted it and she must have it. Removing his hand she kissed his chest, nibbling on it. Her fiercer side revealed he was take aback. Her teeth caused him pain but strangely not a bad kind of pain, he felt himself wishing to be devoured by her. Her fingers digging into him as they travelled down his body, seeking their prey. Finding it he moaned, closing his eyes as he bit his lip. She smiled knowing he was hers for the taking. Gently caressing it she made sure he was up to the task. She rubbed her mound against his member, teasing it with her bush. He felt his blood boil, knowing something had to be done but what? Triumphantly smiling she conquered him, rising up and then bit by bit taking him in. It was as if there was no end to his bliss, each time he thought they'd reached the platform that was going to carry him onto ejaculation she found some way to elevate the pleasure even further. Her hands squeezing his chest as she rode him, riding him harder and harder as their bodies took control over them, making his bed shake as they both trembled within. Leaning down she kissed him, they were consuming each other at two ends, he'd never felt this close to another human being. As they kissed he caressed her head, letting his hands wander downwards they came upon her hips, helping him thrust into her, counter-thrusting her ride and increasing their force.
Pulsating on they were both chasing the peak, hungry for le petite mort. Their pace growing stronger they were consuming each other, as if trying to melt together from the groins and onwards until they were both as one. Instinct taking over what experience had initiated. He felt it building, that pressure within that he knew was going to burst. She was shuddering on top of him, caressing herself in the height of pleasure. Faster and harder, more and more, pressing ever onwards... biting his lip as he held it in, knowing it would feel just that much bigger when he finally lost it. Her hand on his chest was digging in, as if within her the same battle was raging. The same tension building that was just going to blow her away from within. Who came first is up for debate, she moaned first but that was what brought him over the edge. Both of them shaking and shuddering with each pulsating wave of pleasure, both of them under tremendous tension that all at once released itself. The built-up pressure flowing through their systems like a dam bursting and flooding a whole valley... for a moment none of them would've noticed even if a tremendous fire'd swept through and gutted the building.
Relaxing together, panting in a sweaty pile on a narrow bed he wanted to thank her. His eyes told her everything before he even tried to begin to speak, so she put a finger upon his lips and then silenced him with her own lips... a kiss as they fell asleep in each other's arms... Later that night he awoke, his mind filled with inspiration. He sketched and then painted her, as he saw her, as he'd seen her. Like she was no, so calm and peaceful. Like she could be, so wild and passionate. He wanted no more at that moment than to show his worship for her in any way he could, for the rest of his life...