He stepped back and then said, “Cross your ankles, left one on top.”
I did.
“Now, bring that left hand forward and rest it on the top of your right thigh. Perfect.” Almost giddy, he crossed back to the easel.
When I was modeling in class, I kept my mind on my goal, to feel at peace in my body, but this was different. I wasn’t thinking about my relationship with my body at all. Instead, I was swimming in his reverence for my body. Luke’s eyes swept over me, again and again. Each stroke of his pencil was a caress, rivers of charged energy plowing through me. Sometimes his glance lifted me up, elevating me in his awe, a kind of piety, a worshiping of me and other times, his eyes were overtaken by an almost irrational fervor, a craving, a kind of lecherous carnality that awoke a quiet storm of desire from deep in my core. With every inhalation, I felt the soft velvety fabric of the couch brushing against my back and thighs. My skin flushed, inflamed and hypersensitive. I desperately wanted to run my own hands over the softness of my body to try to calm and quench the feelings. But I stayed still, panting my breaths, trying not to beg him to put down his pencils and touch me.
“Can we talk?” I asked. “Or will it be distracting?”
“We can talk,” he offered, but his mind was clearly still on his work. There was a long pause before he said, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking about you,” I said simply because it was true.
His eyes jumped from the page to my face. He took me in from head to toe, and as his eyes moved over me, my skin pinked up even more. He could see it, the flush of my skin, the tension in my muscles, how wet and wanton I was for him.
“Tell me,” he said, taking a bright blue pastel from the table.
13
Luke
“I’m thinking about touching you, the way your skin feels under my fingertips,” Maddie answered and shifted a little bit, just her hips.
My grip on the pastel in my hand tightened. The drawing in front of me was the most beautiful work I had ever done, but I was so hard that I was literally aching. In all honesty, I’d been hard on the drive over. It was something about being trusted. But it was also this dirty bird in me that couldn’t help but play out the fantasy, an artist and his muse. And the experience didn’t disappoint, watching her, so confident, enchanting and open to me. I liked her this way, hungry and desperate for me. I burned hot, a little rabid. I had never really been into kinky stuff, but in the moment, I was enjoying the control. Maybe I was more that way than I realized. When I thought about it, all the deferral of sex we’d been experimenting with was also a certain kind of kink.
I dragged the pastel against the paper and she shivered.
“What else?” I asked, my voice demanding, dripping with my own desires.
“The salty taste of your sweat, the musky scent of you. It’s almost unbearable how much I crave you,” she cooed for me.
Her eyes closed, retreating to the visions in her head and she shifted again, more this time, bucking her hips off the couch just a bit.
Instinctually, I scolded her. “Now, now, no moving.”
She opened her eyes and bit her lip, “But I want to move.”
I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Soon,” I said, stroking the pastel to the paper again.
She was quiet for a few moments, looking right at me, and then she said, “I can’t wait any longer.”
There was nothing like this impertinent sexy woman. I smiled, “I promise. Just a few more seconds.”
She didn’t say anything right away, so I looked up from my work and once she knew she had my attention, she said, “That’s not what I meant. I want you to fuck me.”
I dropped the pastel and headed towards her, “Thank God.”
She giggled as I dove for her, crawling hand over hand, kissing as I went until my fingertips were each resting on a thigh. Without a second thought, I lowered my face down and enveloped her clit in my mouth. I sucked. Pressing my tongue into her lush folds, I inadvertently growled my satisfaction. Maddie responded by digging her nails into the meat of my shoulders. Muffled, I asked, “Good?”
“Jesus Christ!” she roared with more force than I expected.
“Just me,” I teased and then let out a slow-rolling hum, the sound reverberating against her juicy mound. She jumped a little and gasped, pushing her hips against my face.
“I can’t wait,” she whined. “I need you inside me.”
Not one to deny my woman what she wants, I leapt up to strip off my pants. Maddie literally motioned her hands at me, like come back, come back. Our first time was supposed to be this long drawn-out fest, an all-night affair with candles and rose petals. I was supposed to make her come at least once before I entered her, but there was no stopping us now. And this moment was something better. We were hungry and happy and in love.
I was in love with Maddie.
I didn’t think about it anymore than that. There was no hesitation. I pulled her to the edge of the couch, split her legs, and sunk my cock as far as I could into her pussy. I stayed upright on my knees and pushed in hard and desperate, rooted to her pelvis. I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t pull out. Instead, I rolled my hips, teasing her sensitive nub. I wanted to stay buried so deep inside her that I couldn’t tell where she ended and I began.
She cried out, “Luke... Luke.”
My name on her lips made me buck. Maddie writhed, ground her hips against me, desperate for her release. I wanted more than just that. I lifted my hand and caressed her face. Her eyes found mine and locked on. I’d never looked someone in the eye while fucking before. She held me with her gaze, searing her spirit to mine. She was incredible like this, all animal, hungry, needy, passionate, sharing everything with me, baring her soul. The frenetic chaos of our lovemaking disappeared, replaced by a calm unified pulse, like our hearts were in sync. I’m sure there are better moments to tell someone how you feel, but I wanted her to know, I needed her to know right then, so I told her, “I love you.”
She swallowed the words, ingested them like she was consuming an absolute delicacy, unbridled delight. First, the corners of her eyes lifted, then the corners of her mouth and then her hands were on my chest and we were careening to the floor. As I hit the ground, I felt my cock pop out of her warmth and immediately felt the ache of wanting to return home. We were only separated for seconds before she climbed on top of me, fitting us back together. Little streams of happy tears flowed over her cheeks. When I reached to wipe them away with my thumb, I only succeeded in rubbing blue pastel on her skin.
“So much,” she blurted, overwhelmed and giddy, “I love you so much.” As soon as she’d said the words, she crashed forward, hugging her body to mine. When people talk about love, they reference their hearts, but my love for Maddie originated from a part of me that was more than muscle and blood. She was in every cell. I couldn’t imagine breathing without her. Hearing her reciprocate my love, that was fucking priceless.
With my emotions soaring, I wrapped my arms around her while she kissed her way from my collarbone to my mouth. When she reached my lips, her kisses were deep and sultry, touching tongues, nipping teeth. Her hips gently pulsed, reinvigorating the heat we’d traded for emotion.