Freddy and Eddy Presents "The Artist and Her Muse," by Rain

"Just a minute more; I'm nearly done now, that's good, the light's just perfect, okay, beautiful, I think that's it Nick, you've been great, relax a minute while I put this stuff away. I'm just going to check that we've got all the poses covered before you get dressed."

I watched as he relaxed out of the difficult position, slumping face forward slightly into my mattress. Reluctantly I packed the sketchbook and pencils away onto my cluttered workbench thinking about how much I was going to miss him. It was little consolation that at least I would have the drawings and a few photographs to enjoy at my leisure.

Finding suitable and experienced life models had become harder for me over the last year or so. To the point of being nearly impossible. A man with a truly beautiful physique who could actually take direction and hold still for any length of time was a rare find indeed. Call me picky, but I was an artist in search of a very particular look, you know the finely honed, well-muscled flexible man, a man with a body that had definition and strength. I know that it all sounds very clinical but that's how it started. Nick was just a very beautiful body, the real life embodiment of the kind of man I'd imagined populating my paintings. My ideal fantasy man if you like.

The enthusiastic recommendation of a trusted author friend had led Nick to me. Nick worked as a freelance writer and enjoyably filled his down time between projects with a little life modeling. He'd surprised and delighted me with his knowledge of art and his passion and enthusiasm for life when we'd talked about his writing at our first meeting.

To be completely honest though, the clincher for me had been when I'd spotted a particular photograph in his portfolio. A sexy, warm shot of him laying naked, facedown on a bed, a classic "waiting" pose and my favourite view of a man. In the photograph his leg was a little bent, his knee drawn up, raising his ass slightly. I liked to think that maybe his erection had necessitated the position. I envied the person who took that shot and wanted to ask him about it. I kept my curiosity in check and my questions to myself.

I generally sketched quickly, but this time I'd needed four, one and a half-hour sessions with him before I was satisfied. Well that's not entirely true; in fact, it's a downright lie. While I was more than happy with the two big sketchbooks I'd filled with drawings, detailed sensitive sketches that captured his grace and strength, I was far from personally satisfied. In fact, I'd never felt more unsatisfied in my whole life. To be frank, my whole body ached with the want of him. A delicious heavy kind of ache that centred itself way down low in my pussy.

This last evening session was the most difficult for me, technically and emotionally. I had asked him to lay face down, much as he had been in the photograph, on the big bed that had become the centrepiece of my studio a year ago when I had started my Men in Love Series painting series. I loved that bed. The antique headboard was a decadent, ornate piece, a weathered nickel plate affair that provided a beautifully decorative background for my model. It had been an irresistible junk shop find that had taken two men to carry up to my studio. Occasionally when I couldn't sleep, I'd grasp the cool metal of that headboard; my arms outstretched above my head and let my imagination take me all sorts of wild places. I'd think up delicious scenes that only served to keep me awake…

At this moment, Nick was the only person I could think about. He lay with the delicious firm curve of his buttocks central to the pose, the low light casting deep shadows, creating sharp contrasts against the warmth of his skin. The bedding was delightfully rumpled into a thousand complex creases adding texture and contrast around his beautiful smooth body. Oh those suggestively rumpled sheets had me hot every time I looked at them, even if they were going to be hell to paint when the time came. They spoke in no uncertain terms of sex; vital, vigorous, physical sex.

Ironically I had created a clever illusion for the only sex those sheets had seen recently was of the solo kind. After the last time Nick had been here in my studio home, posing on that very bed, driving me crazy with that beautiful body, I'd had to take things in to my own hands literally. With the image of his handsome sweet face and that dangerous body firmly in my head, I'd pulled my skirt up and thrust my fingers into my wetness, desperate to relieve the delicious ache that had distracted me all afternoon. I lay exactly where his body had been; turning over I had nuzzled my face down into the sheets, my lips and nose seeking some tiny trace of him.

I lay on my belly, hand trapped in my panties picturing myself under his body, his thick cock thrusting deep inside me from behind. Moans and lewd, wet sounds would fill the room. It would be one of those long slow fucks, a maddening "keep me on the edge" kind of fucks that would have me arching back begging for more, grinding my ass against his body. He'd be crazy with desire for me, breathing hard, holding my hips very tightly, pushing hard into my wet pussy until he too would be overwhelmed by the pleasure of it.

Over and over, my fingers had rubbed at my swollen clit, imagining that they were his. I'd slicked the creamy juice over that tiny hard bump of flesh, pushing my ass up, offering myself up to my pretend lover, rubbing faster and faster until there had been no stopping, no going back, just a rush of pure exquisite pleasure.

Now as I stood a little way away from the bed, drinking in the beauty of him, I absentmindedly wondered if he could perhaps smell the scent of me on those sheets.

"I'll have a look at the book in case we've missed any poses, I like to have more than I need, it's a bit hard to know at this stage which ones I'll use for sure."

"I'm fine here Ell. More than fine. In fact I think I'm getting quite used to this bed. Do what you have to do."

I couldn't help but think that if I did what I truly "had" to do, he'd be spending a lot more time in my bed and not just face down on it either!

"Not much longer now, then we'll finish up Nick."

I hated those words. I felt sad and disappointed that our time together was at an end. Our sessions had been completed in just a two-week timeframe. Two weeks, that's as long as I'd known him, but somehow he'd become part of my life. As unprofessional as it is sounds, you don't inhabit a room for six hours with a divinely naked man and just walk away unaffected, it's just not possible. We had a relationship for God's sake! An unusual one I'll admit, but a relationship nevertheless. I didn't usually feel this way about my models. There was something about Nick that drew me to him like a magnet. It was a heady combination of pure animal lust and a genuine fondness for him. Oh, I was fond of him, very, very fond…

I'd spent six very pleasurable hours becoming intimately acquainted with every muscle, sinew, crevice, and curve of this man. I'd studied every wrinkle, curl, crease, and dimple of him. The very nature of his flesh had been indelibly drawn in my brain. I knew his body so well that I felt that I could have confidently described the exact position of each of his vital organs. It sounds ridiculous but a trained artist doesn't just see the surface, we're taught to look deeper, and of course I'd observed him as an artist first and foremost and as a woman second… well, most of the time anyway.

We'd enjoyed our talks when silence hadn't been critical, laughed and chatted as if it were the most natural thing - a fully clothed woman - a stranger really, and her naked muse. In the end we'd had to avoid topics of conversation that made us laugh too much, I needed him to be still. Now I just needed him. The time I was dreading was inevitably drawing nearer, the time when Nick would get up from my bed, casually slip into his clothes and leave my studio again, probably forever.

Perhaps I could convince my agent to engage him to attend the exhibition opening planned for sometime early in the New Year. It'd be fun to watch the surprised reactions of the female patrons at my exhibition, as they realised they were standing next to the beautiful man who inhabited my paintings. My publicist and the media folk would love it. "The Artist and Her Muse" would caption the newspaper society photos. I'd put Nick and his gorgeous face and irresistible body to good use, assigning him to champagne and flattery duties with the toughest female critics in the room. They wouldn't stand a chance against his charm. The only problem with all of that was the fact that we were talking about an event scheduled for five months away. I wasn't going survive until then. I wanted him now, urgently.

I flicked through my painting notebook, carefully pretending to check that we'd literally covered all angles. He lay a little awkwardly not moving, awaiting the next direction. He was so good, so still and patient, the perfect model in every way.

"Relax sweetie, we don't want you getting stiff, do we?"

Fuck! I couldn't believe that I'd said that, my face burned with embarrassment. The words just escaped out of my mouth via my pussy, kind of bypassing my brain.

Nick chuckled, muffling the sound into the bedclothes. I could see his shoulders shaking with mirth as he tried to contain his amusement. To complete my embarrassment, he lifted his head, turning to look at me, eyebrows raised and a broad smile playing on his face.

"Sorry Ella, what was that, I didn't quite catch it?"

Turning away from him under the pretence of picking up a fallen pencil, I mumbled to cover my gaffe, "Um…j-just make yourself comfortable."

For all of our sessions I'd struggled to remain the consummate professional, the detached artist only interested in his anatomy in its purest sense. I'd been careful not to touch him unnecessarily in setting up the poses. I'd directed him carefully with my voice and the clever man seemed to know or sense the look I was after. Just once or twice I found myself thinking, please misunderstand my instruction, let me touch you, let me need to touch you, let me have to touch you.

There'd been the occasional contact of course to refine a precise pose or whenever a subtle readjustment was required. A finger laid on the sweet curve of a shoulder, a divine moment when I had shifted his heavy leg and nudged it up in to a tighter, more pleasing bend. One time, I think it was in our second session, I'd tilted his lovely face with my finger, barely brushing his chin, touching his cheek longer than strictly necessary. Letting someone touch your face has always seemed to me to be such an intimate gesture. Something reserved for people you trust. I felt close to him that day, I remember now that it was the day I'd started to want him.

"We'll be through in just a minute and you can get dressed Nick."

Who was I kidding? I didn't want him to go anywhere, ever. I'd spent the last hour squeezing my thighs together hard, unsuccessfully trying to quell and contain the ache growing in my naked pussy. Every time I moved, the soft fabric of my skirt brushed against me, skimming across my pubic hair, igniting the sensitive flesh between my thighs again. The skirt was one that begged to be worn without panties. The slinky soft fabric caressed my naked ass, thighs, and legs all day as I worked at my paintings. It swirled and curled about my legs as I went about my life. It seemed such a foolish impractical thing to wear while painting but the sheer sensuousness of it drew me to it regularly. In my mind, it had become my "come fuck me skirt." I felt horny every time I wore it. Never more than now.

I knew I was stalling, watching him, there face down on my bed, with one leg bent to raise his groin from the mattress, his beautiful ass in the air. What I really wanted was to strip naked and bury my face between those cheeks, inhale him into my body, lick and taste every inch of him. I wanted to lean right over that smooth back and trace my soft breasts and painfully hard nipples across those muscles that I knew so well. I wanted to grind my pussy against his warm flesh and feel him deep inside me. I convinced myself, in that moment, that there was a serious gap in my knowledge of him, one that I needed to fill. Desperately. Immediately. I summoned my courage.

My heart beat fast in my chest and it was all I could do to keep my breathing steady as I knelt on the bed beside him, my weight causing him to nudge just the tiniest bit towards me. He kept his head buried in his arm. I think that for a moment he believed that I was just arranging him for another sketch. Tentatively I traced the sweet curve of his ass cheek, the little crease where cheek meets thigh. Oh, I loved these places on a man and on this one especially. I'd been looking at him for days, not touching, denying myself the pleasure.

I palmed the weight of his buttock enjoying the firmness and resilience of the warm flesh in my hand. He uttered a little moan into the fold of his arm; still he didn't look up. My fingers explored his ass almost of their own volition. Around each cheek they went, tracing the divide between them, dipping and seeking that hidden, soft secret flesh. I felt his body push back against my fingers, offering himself to me, and at the same time, asking for more. I happily obliged him, softly stroking and pressing the deliciously sensitive skin of his anus. Not a word was spoken, the only sounds, the little moans that escaped from him, my own ragged breathing and the faint music in the distance from out in the street below. I leaned close to him, speaking softly, letting my breath play over his neck and ear. He smelt so good, a fine male smell that made my pulse jump.

"Nick… I think we may have missed a pose, um…a detail really, but I'm going to need it if I want to use those front-on poses we did the other day. Do you think you could roll over for me, that's right on to your back, yeah that’s good, just like that."

I knew that strictly speaking, it probably wasn't right to do this with him, a man in my employ, my model, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't help myself. I was completely without scruples. Ever noticed how lust has a way of making just about anything justifiable? He looked at me then, straight in to my eyes, his own filled with a questioning look. He must have seen my desire for him, read it plainly there in my face. My cheeks felt pink with excitement. Nick smiled at me, a beautiful warm smile that said he understood my need. That smiling mouth of his was irresistible. God how I loved those lips, soft, smooth sensuous lips. Lips that demanded to be kiss, sucked, nibbled, and tasted. I wanted to swallow this man.

He saw me staring at his sweet mouth and teasingly opened his lips a little, letting me catch a glimpse of the pink tongue that lurked there. Oh, he was bad. He was perfectly wicked. He must have known how I wanted that tongue, wanted it in my mouth, wanted to feel it on my neck, licking over my breasts, leaving a wet trail down over my soft belly, to lap at the salty wetness between my legs. I leaned close to him, my face brushing gently against the roughness of his cheek. My lips hovered over his, not touching, just inhaling his breath. I kept absolutely still, wanting him to kiss me first. I needed to know that he wanted this to happen. He stretched upward until his warm soft lips were on mine.

"I want you Ella." He spoke the sweetest words in the world directly into my mouth. He trapped those words, sealing my mouth with his lips lest they try to escape; there was little risk of that; I swallowed them down hungrily. He licked at my mouth making me crazy.

"Tell me again Nick," my breath coming in little gasps.

"I want you, all of you."

I heard a little moan escape from my mouth as his words registered a delicious pull of desire in my pussy. I felt that I was going to come just from kissing him, my pussy flooding with juice at the thought. Breathing hard, I tried to regain some semblance of control. I moved to a safer distance, a little way from his mouth, as I tried as best that I could to resume my artist persona, if only momentarily.

Smiling at him, I quietly cajoled him, "Let's move this leg up a little more, open up this area around your pretty cock so I can see you."

Nick groaned a little and his cock twitched to attention when I mentioned it. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. It was like I was talking to that beautiful half-hard cock nestled between his thighs and it was listening to me and responding. Does that sound crazy? I watched fascinated as it came to life, becoming more engorged, the thick blue veins and arteries doing their job, his balls drawing up close to his body. The position of his leg cast a slight shadow over his cock and my greedy eyes were not satisfied.

"I'd like to see more of you, there's no need to be shy, you know I've seen just about every inch of you these last few days, move your leg over a bit. Oh sweetie that’s just fine, maybe a bit more, why don't you open up your legs for me a little wider?"

"Like this Ell?" He asked, smiling and keeping his eyes on mine as he shifted his muscular thigh, revealing himself to me.

I swallowed at the sight of him, the more I spoke, the harder he got.

"Nick, how am I ever going to paint you, all of you without seeing you up close? You don't mind if I do that do you? You're so beautiful." I had my head down close to his hard cock as if inspecting the detail of his flesh. I wanted my lips to be on that cock, to taste him, suck him, lick and devour him.

I was surprised and a little confused when he covered his groin coyly with his widespread hands, effectively blocking my view. I felt cheated and anxious for a moment, thinking that maybe I'd shocked him with my forwardness? That was, until I looked up and saw that cheeky boy grin on his face.

"I think it's about time I saw you naked Ella. Seems to me like I've got about six hours of viewing to catch up on, if I'm not mistaken. You can see me up close when your clothes are off, all off. That's the deal sweetie."

I blushed thinking that he must have been aware of my desire for him all along. I was nothing if not transparent, totally and completely see through. I'd never been much good at the mysterious woman thing, I was more obvious than that. I considered myself a straightforward person with a big appetite for life.

"I'd like to see you, I want to see your body Ella."

His words sent a shot of pure pleasure through me, making my breathing do funny things.

"Jesus Nick, if I get naked, I'll want more than just to look at you."

I certainly had no false modesty about my body; it functioned and gave me great pleasure. I'd modeled naked for plenty of life drawing classes and mostly, my soft curves seemed to please artists and lovers alike. They certainly pleased me.

I loved my full round breasts decorated with pretty sensitive nipples of deepest rose, the soft belly that led to a vee of dark curls and the fleshy pink pussy that nestled there between my slim thighs. I'd even taken to shaving those pussy lips smooth just so I could enjoy and feel the look of them. I liked the way they peeped out almost obscenely, making their presence known, amongst the curls that surrounded them.

Kneeling up in front of him, I slowly peeled my T-shirt up, hesitating for just a moment as my arms brushed against the softness of my nearly naked breasts. I enjoyed the way he watched me so intently, desire in his eyes, it almost made me feel as though I was performing for him. The performance game was one I especially loved to play.

With a slow pull upward, I shed the shirt. Knowing that Nick could clearly see my hard nipples through the sheerness of my pretty bra, I couldn't resist bringing up my hands to gently squeeze the sensitive tips, bringing them to even stiffer peaks. Nick's eyes opened wider in appreciation of the gesture, his hand gripping the hard cock he'd been hiding from me.

Leaning back a little, my fingers found and released the little silver clasp nestled in my cleavage. I opened the bra, revealing my flesh by degrees until at last my breasts bounced free of the fabric. Wriggling up close to him, I offered him one pink tipped breast. Nick caught my eye and bestowed a single chaste kiss on the soft skin, making me moan in frustration.

"All the clothes Ella, take them off, and don't think you can distract me with these woman," he said laughing, taking the proffered nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard enough to make me squeal.

I made a rude face at him, while scooting to the edge of the bed, standing to slip off my skirt. He rolled over onto his side casually, to watch me.

"Turn around Ella, I want to see your ass when you take your skirt off…please."

Oh! So now, my model man had turned artist all of a sudden. He'd always obliged my requests so well that I felt it was the least I could do to indulge him a little. I intended to tease him though, for holding out on me, for covering himself when I wanted him so badly. I was going to make him pay sweetly for that. I decided that my slowness and restraint would be his punishment. He was going to have to wait.

Standing close to him I lifted my foot to rest it on the edge of the bed, first there were sandals to be removed, then we'd deal with the skirt. My face came close to his as I leant forward to unbuckle the strap; my breasts rubbed deliciously against the soft fabric of the skirt. Off came the sandal. Up went the other foot, this time I lifted the skirt higher letting the material gather, allowing him a close up view of my naked thighs.

Nick watched, his hand tightly clasped around his cock, not saying anything, just watching with the remarkable stillness I knew he was capable of. For a split second, the artist in me recognised the sheer erotic beauty of his pose. I smiled smugly as I watched his head tilt a little, trying to see past the fabric, to catch a glimpse of my pussy. With the sandals removed and my foot still resting just inches away from his face, I pulled at the skirt, lifting the fabric until the hem rested at the tops of my thighs, just a fraction of an inch away from revealing my swollen, wet pussy lips.

Letting the skirt drop just a fraction, I reached down under the hem, my fingers scooping a little of the slippery juice from my naked pussy. I decorated my nipples with the fragrant wetness, tracing lazy circles around each of the stiff pink peaks, until they glistened and shone in the lamplight. Keeping my eyes locked on his beautiful face, I dipped my fingers again into that dripping place, this time painting a little of the viscous fluid over his bottom lip, making him groan loudly. Pushing my wet finger into his hot mouth, I let him lick the salty tang from my skin, breath the scent of me while I fucked his lips with tiny soft stabbing motions. My pussy clenched in rhythm to those little finger thrusts.

Silently I turned away from him, planning my strategy, wondering how long I was going to be able to delay his discovery of the fact that I was totally naked beneath the concealing folds of the skirt. He'd think of course that I'd planned or counted on this seduction. Maybe he'd be right. With my back to Nick I wantonly pulled the skirt fabric tight bunching it to the front of me, revealing the curve of my ass and thighs to him. I could hear his breathing growing ragged.

"Ella…the skirt…take it off now." His voice was thick with desire and I smiled to myself pleased that he was enjoying my little performance. "I want you to be naked now."

"The skirt Nick? Lose the skirt?

"Ella! Do it…please!"

"You mean like this Nick?" Still with my back to him I hooked my thumbs into the stretchy waist of the skirt and gently nudged it down a little way over the curve of my hip. Arching my back unashamedly, I pulled the skirt over the top of my round ass inching it downward as more and more of my flesh was revealed.

We'd come to that place in the performance that I loved so much. That exquisite moment when I'm almost more naked than naked. I could feel the weight of the fabric begin to pull the skirt down. I knew with certainty that at any second with just the slightest of nudges or wriggles, that skirt would fall, baring me. If his heavy breathing was anything to go by, Nick knew it too. I stood perfectly still enjoying the tension. I could almost feel his eyes on me willing that skirt to disappear through sheer force of willpower. The seconds ticked by.

"Ella, we had a deal…remember?" Nick choked out the words.

"Oh that's right, now I remember, I get naked, I get to suck you. Is that the deal Nick?"

I flicked the waist band with a finger sending it sliding over my bare thighs to puddle at my feet. Looking up I glimpsed myself in the mirror opposite the bed and saw myself dispassionately; framed like a picture. Totally naked, pink cheeked, tousled hair, full breasts with nipples drawn up to tight points and in the background like a stunning tableaux on my bed; Nick.

Again I kept perfectly still while he looked at me.

"You're beautiful, just beautiful."

I couldn't resist the final tease. Always a tidy girl when it came to putting away clothes I slowly bent forward to lift the skirt from the floor. Seeing his hand in the mirror as he stroked his hard cock was my reward.

"Now what was that about a deal?" I could wait no longer.

I turned and wasted no time in straddling his legs. Holding his face in my hands I said, "Pay up Nick. Or else." His kiss sucked my tongue into his hot mouth, sending a corresponding tug of pure pleasure to my clit. Taking his hands in mine, I spread his arms away from his body leaving his beautiful cock vulnerable. I buried my face in his curls breathing him in, nuzzling into the crevices between his strong thighs, leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft nibbles in my wake. I kissed along the inside of his thighs almost down to his knee and slowly back up to within an inch of his hard cock. My breasts felt so good rubbing against his skin. Pulling away from him just a little, I skimmed my hard nipples over his cock and thighs, tickling him with the hard points.

Leaning up and over his beautiful body I smiled at him, whispering, "I have to have you, eat you up…Nick." I kissed his soft mouth sucking his tongue into mine, nipping at his lips, gently licking around their edges.

"I want your cock."

Fuck! I was on the verge of coming just saying the words. The aching urgent need in my pussy wouldn't be denied. I desperately needed to be touched there. I wasn't going to be able to wait an instant longer. Shifting so I straddled just one of his thick thighs, I trapped it tightly between my own. Pressing my body down, I squeezed his warm leg hard, I glued myself to him with my slick, open pussy, the lips spread, stuck wetly to his flesh.

I rocked on that thigh, pushing and grinding my pussy harder and harder against the rough curls of hair. Working myself into a delicious frenzy, I grabbed his hand and thrust it between my legs, trapping it between my wet flesh and his thigh, wanting his fingers in me, his palm mashed against my clit. Nick groaned out loud as his hand made contact with the hot wetness of me. Gripping my hip tightly with his other hand, he pushed and pulled my body onto his thigh, encouraging me. It was perfect. I rubbed my pussy against him again and again completely without shame, lost in my pleasure, until with a wild, frantic final thrust of my hips I came. A wonderful molten explosion that had me flooding him with my juice.

I slumped forward a little, surprised and overwhelmed by the intensity of my reaction to him. I rest my head on his chest for a moment wanting to catch my breath before completing our "deal". I could hear his heart pounding with excitement, just as I could feel mine. Nick's arms held me close, he stroked my shoulders and neck with a soft, idle touch that seemed to recognise I needed a little recovery time.

As I made to leave his embrace, he covered my face with soft kisses until my heart stopped beating so hard. With my breathing under control, I wriggled down the bed a little so I could kiss his taut belly. God I loved his belly, I'd studied every one of those sexy muscles, in particular the ones that ran like arrows to his groin. I kissed and mouthed his warm skin and followed the trail of soft fur that led me to his cock.

Shifting to kneel between his thighs, I took his engorged cock into my mouth, savouring the salty sweet taste of the juice I squeezed from him. It literally made my mouth water. I coated the length of him, holding him in a wet grip with my lips, swirling my tongue around the hot smoothness. I circled his hard flesh with my hand, rubbing, and pulling in rhythm to my sucking, my other hand cupping his heavy balls. Over and over I licked and played with him, flicking my tongue across and around the swollen head, eating him, making him moan and writhe against me.

Pushing my hands to his hips, I stilled him. I gently nibbled and kissed the length of his cock, sucking his balls into my mouth in turn. I couldn't resist reaching down under his firm ass cheeks until my fingers found that tight circle of soft skin just begging to be stroked and licked. He moaned and wriggled against me as my fingers rubbed, pressed, and gently explored his sweet ass. His sounds drove me crazy with lust for him. I licked his thigh, slick with fragrant juice where my pussy had been. I looked up to see Nick's face flushed with pleasure, watching me as I rubbed the velvety flesh of his cock against my face and lips.

He thrust his hips up to meet me, fucking my mouth gently, his thick hot cock sliding between my lips. He felt so good, so hard and smooth. I imagined how that cock would look and feel sliding between my wet pussy lips, pushing into me with that same steady rhythm. I longed for him to be in me.

"I want to fuck you Nick, have this beautiful cock in me." He throbbed in my hand, I could actually feel his juices move through the length of him emerging as glistening drops that spilt from his body, a tempting treat to be licked off.

"Slow down woman, there's plenty of time." He chided me gently. "Come up here, right up here, I do believe there's something I need to look at closely too." He grinned at me, his eyes shining with mischief. He reached over to my bedside table drawing the lamp closer.

"Stand up Ella, I want to see you and then my lovely, I want to eat you."

There was absolutely no resisting an invitation like that. Still straddling him, I moved up his body until I stood, lewdly positioned with my feet alongside his neck, his handsome, smiling face directly below my dripping pussy.

"You're way too far away, come down close, I want that pussy to be near me."

Taking hold of the cool metal of the headboard above him for balance, I lowered my body until I was within inches of his face.

"Stop Ell, just stop there so I can see this pretty pussy, that's right, just there,"

He reached up and rubbed the shiny, smooth outer lips of my pussy with his fingers, spreading the swollen flesh to reveal the wet, pink folds within, pressing around that hard little clit making it stand proud of its hiding place. Nick stroked just a single fingertip over that sensitive little nub, making me squirm with pleasure. His finger found its way into my body making me gasp and clench around it.

"Oh my sweet girl, you're beautiful, so fucking beautiful, come closer so I can taste you."

He grasped my hips and pulled me down until I was kneeling up right over his chin, his hot tongue coming out to greet me, welcoming my pussy down on to his hungry mouth. Nick licked at the entrance of my pussy, lapping at the juice that puddled there. He trailed his tongue along my folds and flicked at my swollen clitoris, sucking at it, making me moan and squirm in ecstasy against his face and chin.

He pulled my pussy lips into his sweet mouth, sucking and nibbling at them hungrily. I've always loved it when a man sucks my whole pussy into his mouth as if he wants to devour me. As if I'm the most delicious morsel of flesh he's ever tasted, as if I'm the most desirable creature in the world, as if nothing else exists except for my greedy pussy that deserves only his loving worship.

Nick was certainly a man who knew how to pleasure a woman with his mouth, a connoisseur, an artist in his own right. He held me tightly with his strong hands holding my ass, supporting me, spreading me, rubbing me over his face like I was some kind of truly edible woman, like my wetness was some kind of precious salve that he needed spread over his skin. His mouth filled me with the beautiful sounds of his pleasure, each sigh and moan swelling my flesh until the exquisite sensation of it threatened to engulf me completely. I wanted him inside me then, desperately.

"Nick, Nick stop, stop for a minute, you'll be drowned if you stay there."

He looked up at me smiling, his face wet and shiny. "And that's a bad thing? I'm willing to take the risk Ell, I can swim, trust me." He held on to my thighs tightly, preventing me from moving.

"No, I want to you inside me, I want your cock…please."

He mocked me a little, a huge smile on his face.

"So you want to fuck, oh…is that where this has all being heading?"

For just a split second his joking threw me, surely he didn't intend to deny me?

"Don't tease Nick, I'm serious. I need you now." I realised to my shame that I was actually sounding petulant and seriously considered for a moment, smothering him between my thighs if he didn't quit with the joking!

"Would I ever tease a woman in serious need of fucking? Never." He gave me that wide-eyed innocent "who me?" look. "Why don't you scoot back a bit and come sit on me, Ell?"

I needed no further prompting. Nick held me while I disentangled my knees from around his head and clambered back down his body. I straddled his slim hips, lowering my body until my breasts brushed against his mouth and my swollen pussy lips hovered just above his cock. I pressed back onto him, his hardness opening me, stretching and filling me completely. He pushed, slowly easing his cock all the way in to my body. I moaned with the sheer pleasure of it, my flesh clenching around his. I felt that I'd waited so long, imagined this so many times, that it was I could do not to come there and then, on that first stroke.

He felt so good inside my body. I was torn between wanting to thrust wildly against him or just staying very still, squeezing him gently with my wet pussy, closing my eyes and concentrating on the exquisite sensations. I chose stillness knowing that my climax was only literally a few thrusts away. As I bent to kiss him he pulled me to him, kissing my face, licking and sucking at my lips, making me swoon with the joy of it. My head felt dizzy, drunk with desire. I sat back, straightening up so I could enjoy the sight of him, under me.

"Oh God, Ell you look so hot sitting there with my cock in you."

Nick's hands caressed and lifted my breasts, tweaked at my nipples, pinching and pulling hard at the flesh, sending wonderful shock waves of pleasure to my cunt. My wet cunt. There's a moment when I'm fucking with a beautiful man, his hard cock plunging deeply inside of me, when I'm right on the edge of exploding that that genteel pussy becomes a cunt. A raw, hot wet place. The centre of the universe, where all the blood in my body congregates to swell the flesh, to tighten the hold, to feed the muscles that squeeze and grip until it is genteel no more. Just pure animal flesh desperately seeking pleasure and satisfaction.

We fit together so well, his hard body and my lush softness. In my mirror I could see that we looked beautiful, joined as we were, our flesh intimately connected. I raised myself on my heels so we could watch the sight of his cock sliding gently between those soft smooth lips.

Craning his neck a little to enjoy the view, his voice hoarse, he panted, "You'll make me come doing that Ell."

"This?" I drew my body up away from the length his cock and plunged it back, pushing him into me, bumping that place deep inside me that had me gasping for air in excitement. I could hear my groans and moans mix with his as I did it again and again. I was teetering on the very edge of losing control for the second time. I sat back, squeezing his hips between my knees, my ass pressed hard against him.

I slowed. My rocking movements pressed his pubic bone directly against my engorged clit. The more I rocked, the more it rubbed, the deeper he pressed into me. The closer I got, the more he thrust, the deeper he went, the more he filled me, the wilder we bucked and fucked. The look on his face told me clearly that he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. I wanted to him to come so badly, to come in me.

We moved in perfect unison now, my hips pushing forward, his thrusting up hard, making my breasts jiggle and bounce. He held my hips tightly using his hands to push me onto him, again and again. Faster and harder, plunging his cock into my hot tight cunt over and over until, with a hard final thrust, he let out a deep, low, growl of pleasure as he came, grinding himself against me, filling me with his cum.

That last urgent push of his cock had my body turning to liquid, flooding me with juice, sending sharp shards of pleasure convulsing through me. The spasms made my body clench and grip him, milking the last drops of cum out his cock. I stayed very still as those final waves of pleasure coursed through me, softening my muscles and bones until my body refused to hold me up any longer. Moaning and panting for breath, I fell into his embrace, feeling his warm kisses on my hair and face, his strong arms around me.

We lay, my handsome model and I, sweaty, satisfied, replete. Nick closed his eyes, his head on my pillow, his body relaxed, looking so peaceful. I could see his reflection in the mirror, his restful pose giving me ideas. Perhaps my painting series needed some sleeping poses to be quite complete as a body of work. Yes, actually I don't know why I hadn't thought of that before. Of course it did. I was going to need many, many sketches for that, yes, lots and lots of drawings and at least a dozen sittings or more to fully capture my beautiful muse.

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