“Or, y’know, just however you feel comfortable.” He said, lowering his eyes to stare intently at his blank canvas.
Soon, he heard shuffling and the creak of the sofa. When he finally plucked up the courage to look in her direction, he thought he saw hurt and defiance flit across her face before she adopted a pose. The pose.
In Callum’s opinion, the position had never been sexier. He gripped his sketching pencil so hard it almost snapped. His mind was a whirl. With all his other models, it was natural - expected even - for him to spend some time studying them before beginning work. It helped him to visualize what he was going to put down. But with Miri it felt wrong. As though he was some kind of voyeur.
He soaked in her magnificence, letting her beauty inspire him. From the top of her curly head down to her red-tipped toes, she was perfection. Callum wanted nothing more than to touch the body he was looking at. To grip her luscious dark-tipped breasts in his hands and taste them until she was writhing beneath him. To bury his head beneath those ample thighs and lap her pussy until she saw stars...
Callum’s cock was an iron bar in his jeans. He shuffled uncomfortably in his chair and tried to regain some kind of composure. Focusing on something unbearably boring assuaged his arousal to some extent. He forced himself to think about the healthy addition which would appear on his bank balance following completion of this piece. That helped Callum make the first mark on the canvas.
Of course, when he looked up at his subject again, money was the last thing on his mind.
Trying hard to preserve his sanity, Callum worked in a completely haphazard way, avoiding her most womanly parts for as long as possible. He captured her exquisite feet, her shapely legs, hips then jumped to her arms and shoulders, fingers and her gorgeous flowing hair. Eventually, he couldn’t avoid concentrating his sketch on her sex.
By the time he’d painted her breasts and the dark juncture of her thighs, he was sweating profusely, and his cock was once again threatening to explode out of his jeans. He exhaled loudly when he finished, a combination of relief and exertion.
Miri looked up, not fully breaking pose until she knew he was finished. Callum nodded, a tiny smile on his face.
Grabbing the robe and pulling it on, Miri crossed the room to see the finished article. Callum watched her face carefully, concerned about her reaction. He hadn’t glossed over any part of her, everything was captured in minute detail, down to the dark curls between her thighs.
He needn’t have worried, though. As she studied the painting, Miri’s expression went from expectant to absorbed, and finally to delighted.
“I love it, Callum. Do I really look like that? It’s beautiful!”
“You’re beautiful,” Callum said, before he could stop himself.
Miri’s brown eyes met his and a heavy silence enveloped them. Desperate to break it, Callum moved to drop his brush on the table, forgetting the erection that still strained against his jeans. When he looked at Miri again, she was staring at his crotch.
Certain anything between them was all over, Callum made to stand up and excuse himself so she could get dressed and leave. But before he could move, Miri grabbed his hand.
“You really think I’m beautiful?” she said, her chocolate gaze capturing his, her delicious lips in a curious pout.
“Yes,” he said, unsure where this was leading. “I do. I always have.”
Miri’s expression grew bolder. Her eyes went from questioning to confident, her mouth changed from pout twisted into a lascivious smile. Pulling his hand towards her, she thrust it between her legs. What his fingers found was slicker than he imagined.
His brain was having serious trouble catching up with her actions, but when he saw the hungry look on her face and dilated pupils, his body was clear.
Letting go of her hand, he dipped his fingers back between her legs and sought her clitoris. Already distended, he swiped Miri’s copious juices over it and began to tease her, thrilled by what was happening.
If Callum thought he had been hard earlier, then what he had between his legs now was steel. He had to have her, and soon. Stroking harder, his prick throbbed painfully as Miri’s moans and sighs filled the air, growing louder and more frequent as her orgasm approached. Seconds later, an her grip encased his wrist and he felt a wet gush coat his hand. Miri squealed her satisfaction and Callum watched her face in rapture. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back in abandon. Just when he thought she couldn’t get any more perfect, she went one better.
Seconds passed as Miri came down from her climax. She opened her eyes and looked at him. Her expression was bright and happy. Callum beamed back, unable to contain the joy he felt on top of his arousal.
Miri pulled his hand slowly from between her legs and said, “Your turn.”
Standing, Callum picked Miri up moved over to the sofa again. Depositing her gently, he pressed a kiss to her and said, “Hold that thought. All of them.”
He ran into his bedroom and retrieved a condom, then he sped back to Miri as fast as he could.
He came back to find Miri’s robe pooled in a heap on the floor. Dropping the condom onto Miri’s outstretched hand, he undressed quickly. By the time he joined her on the couch, she’d unwrapped the protection and handed it to him.
Callum sheathed his erection without hesitation and prepared himself to make love to the girl he’d wanted for months. He didn’t know how she felt about him, but dipping his hand between her thighs once more, he sure as hell knew she wanted him. Wrapping a fist around his cock, he positioned the swollen head at her entrance and sunk in slowly, burying himself inside her.
Lowering his face to hers, Callum captured Miri’s luscious mouth in a heated kiss so that as much of their bodies were connected as possible. His tongue plundered her mouth passionately and hungrily, as his cock and his hips teased them both to orgasm.
The combination of months of unrequited lust and Miri’s previous climax meant it wasn’t too long before, they were both on the edge.
“Miri,” Callum grunted, gritting his teeth with concentration.
“I know,” she said, cutting him off. “Me too.”
Redoubling his efforts, Callum’s hips pumped back and forth, causing the sofa to squeak and Miri’s tits to jiggle with each thrust. That sight, and a glance at the pleasure on her face, finished him off. Her second orgasm followed swiftly after his first, and the spasming clutch around his cock caused him to yell her name. She smiled in response, the expression in her eyes soft.
Minutes later, cradled in her arms, his head on her luscious chest, Callum didn’t think he’d ever been so happy.
A week or so later, Miri was getting dressed when Callum barged into the apartment swearing loudly. Rushing out of the bedroom, still half-naked, she asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I just had a delivery.”
He indicated the painting that now leaned against the counter. It was the nude of Miri.
“I don’t get it. Didn’t the client like it?”
With a wry grin, Callum handed her the letter that had come with it. As her eyes skimmed the words, her expression went from confused to incredulous.
It apologised for the lack of payment and the return of the painting. The sender went onto explain the portrait belonged with them, and he felt the fact that Callum and Miri had finally admitted their feelings for one another should be payment enough. No additional thanks were necessary. An invite to the wedding would be quite enough.
Seconds passed as Miri processed the information. Then she let out a hearty laugh and said, “I guess our friends saw something we didn’t. So,” she continued, picking up the painting which already meant the world to them both, “let’s get Miri on the wall, shall we?”
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