Painting Her

by Natalie Knight

  His fingers tighten on my head, grasping at locks of my hair, but he makes no pressure there - he lets me go at my own pace. I start going faster then, my hand stroking him at the same time that I suck him. I try to go deep, but his long inches make it almost impossible for me. I try all the same, my mind ordering me to leave nothing on the table.

  As I start to go faster, his hands start guiding me at the same time he thrusts into my mouth ever so slightly. I look up at him and he grins at me, a flash of pleasure brightening his face. I can only imagine how it must be for him to see me there, on my knees, his huge cock inside my mouth.

  I’m ready to go all the way, to not stop until he comes, but he has other plans. I almost feel sad as he pushes my head back and makes his cock pop out of my mouth; grabbing my wrists, he makes me get up then. In a heartbeat he has me pinned against the wall once again, holding both my arms above my head as he kisses down my neck and heads straight to my nipples. I moan as he sucks on them, my whole body buzzing.

  Letting go of my arms, he lets his hands fall to my waist and he slowly goes down to his knees. Is he going to do what I’m thinking?

  Oh, yes… Yes, he is.

  He takes one hand of his and puts it under my leg, just below my ass, and makes me raise it. Holding me like that, he lifts my dress up to my waist and pushes my thong to the side; he leans into me and has his tongue trace the contour of my inner lips with maddening patience, just stopping for one moment to flick it at my clit.

  He goes on like that until I can’t bear it any longer. I thrust my hips against his mouth and, instead of fighting it, he lets himself go all in. He wraps his lips around my pussy, sucking hard on my outer lips as he rubs his thumb around my clit. I throw my head back against the wall and moan hard, feeling my whole body shiver as my mind goes numb with ecstasy.

  Where has he been all of my life? I wouldn’t be a virgin if I had met him before.

  I grab his hair with such strength I’m amazed he doesn’t say a thing. But he doesn't’ complain: he simply redoubles his efforts as he devours me. I press my pussy against him wildly as I hold his head in place, not believing what I’m doing. This isn’t like me, to be overtaken by desire in such a way... But then again, I never met someone quite like Palmer, someone that knows exactly what he’s doing.

  I would be counting my blessings right now if it weren’t for the fact that my mind has simply decided to shut itself off.

  Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks eagerly as he holds me down with his forearm over my waist. As he sucks, he lets one finger of his slide inside me and starts fingering me slowly, each coming and going motion of his making me purr anxiously. I can feel my body already starting to sweat.

  In an instant, there’s one more finger inside of me and, before I can prepare for it, he slides a third one. I don’t know how that’s even possible…!

  He strokes me slowly, his movements gentle and patient, keeping a rhythm that makes that slow mounting pressure spread all over my body and coat every single one of my senses. My hands start grabbing at random locks of his hair in abandonment as electricity bites at me, clawing under my skin at my taut muscles. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, the universe exploding inside my head.

  My arms shake and tremble, flaying wildly; if he wasn’t holding me against the wall, I’m sure I would simply collapse onto the floor. As it is, I remain in place, delight coursing through me with such intensity I can’t even remember my own name or where I am.

  He takes his fingers out of me and I quiver as he does it. Placing my hands under his chin, I make for him to get up; standing tall, he grabs my head with smooth gentleness and kisses me softly. I can feel my own scent still dancing in his lips, and it simply drives me completely crazy.

  “Tired?” he asks me, that grin of his telling me there’s more to come. I don’t even have the strength to speak, so I just shake my head and lie.

  Of course I’m tired, but right now I won’t admit it. Oh, no, I’ll fight through tiredness as long as his body is close to me; I’ll push myself to the brink of exhaustion and then I’ll just keep pushing further.

  Without even letting me catch my breath, he makes me raise my leg once more and, before I know it, he pushes my thong to the side and has his tip brushing over my inner lips. I expect for him to enter me with one simple and quick thrust, but he simply holds his position there. I feel his cock pulsing in aching desire, and I have to admire the ability he has to take his time and drive me mad.

  I push his pants down his legs and my trembling fingers start unbuttoning his shirt frantically. I need to feel every single inch of him on me.

  With my arms over his shoulders, I thrust my hips at him, begging him with my body to have at me. But he resists, matching my thrust with a backwards motion, and simply continuing to brush his tip against me once more, up and down, up and down.

  I can’t take it, I really can’t. I need to feel him inside of me and I need it now.

  “Are you sure?” he asks me, and I can see it in his eyes; if I’m not totally sure of what I’m doing, he’ll back off, as hard as it might be.

  But all I do is nod in desperate agreement. I never felt like this; my muscles are tense and my insides seem to be burning. And to have him so close to me and yet doing nothing… The outer limits of my mind are stretching and I can feel something in me about snap.

  “Yes, I want you…” I moan, still trying and thrusting my hips at him.

  “I love it when you say it like that,” I hear him saying, but I can barely understand what the words mean. My mind is exploding, and all rationality his slipping away from me.

  “Please…” I beg. “Please…”

  He gives me half an inch of his cock and I feel my whole body trembling frenetically.

  “More…”

  One inch in and my pussy is tight like a vice around his cock. I push my body forward, but he resists my advances, feeding his cock into me so slowly even time seems to be distorting around me. When I think he’s about to let it go all in, he pulls back, starting the process all over again.

  “No…” I cry out, my fingernails clawing at his back.

  “You’re in charge here,” he whispers, caressing the back of my neck with the tip of fingers.

  He thrusts into me with such force that fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I’m gritting my teeth now, a fire running through my limbs. He starts to thrust hard, his hips slapping against mine in a furious rhythm of flesh-on-flesh.

  He keeps going for God knows how long, his body tirelessly punishing mine. I don’t even know how the hell I’m still holding my position against the wall, such is the fury is unleashing on me.

  I tighten my pussy around his cock with violent harshness, and that only makes him go harder, his coming and going motion destroying my mind.

  One hard and final thrust and his cock lodges itself deep inside me, his tip pressed tight against my g-spot.

  Just like that, I explode.

  One more hard and deep thrust and I come in an instant, a maddening scream escaping my mouth and filling the entire cabin. I feel my inner walls spasming around his cock but, instead of stopping, he keeps thrusting at me unrelenting.

  Still with my whole body buzzing, my limbs completely out of control, I raise my leg just a bit more, allowing him to go deeper inside me. Am I moaning or am I screaming? I don’t even know and, to be honest, I don’t care.

  He keeps moving in and out of me as the orgasm still bites and claws at my mind, and I love him for it. I don’t want him to stop. Each thrust of his dilutes the whole world around me, and I feel myself being pulled into the depths of a world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.

  I lean into him, still with my eyes closed but looking for his mouth. He locks his lips on mine, our kiss growing wild and completely savage. Pulling back, he takes his lips to my neck and then whispers.

  “We’re just getting started.”

  I nod, my head spinning with the promise of more.

>   He pulls me into him and, before I know it, he has me in his embrace. We kiss in abandonment as we stumble through the bedroom, completely drunk with lust. With a growl, he throws me on top of the bed and I fall there, my trembling body pushing against the sheets. With my back to him, I breathe out deeply as my body appreciates the fact that it can lay down at last.

  I feel exhausted, completely spent… And still, I want more. Much more.

  He climbs on top of me, his fingers like hooks on my waist, and I jut my ass at him. I prop myself up on my elbows, feeling exposed in that position and loving it even more precisely because of it. I grab at the sheets as he smacks my ass with the back of his hands, and I wiggle my backside at him in tense anticipation. With a quick motion of his hands, he grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. My whole body shakes as I feel the fabric of it brushing down my skin.

  How did this happen to me? It wasn’t supposed to happen. But I am becoming completely crazy for him, each second his body isn’t on mine painfully tortuous.

  Parting my pussy lips with two fingers, he rams his cock deep inside me and my arms lose all their strength at once: I collapse onto the bed, only my backside still raised up at him. He thrusts into me hard and unforgiving, handing sweet punishment in the most lovable way possible. He reaches for my hair, grabbing it in a bunch and making me raise my head.

  I’m moaning… I’m moaning so hard it’s unbelievable. I do it until I feel my throat becoming sore, and then I do it some more.

  I start rocking my hips back at him, the pendulum motion of his cock becoming faster and faster.

  I’m so spent even my soul is numb.

  He reaches around my waist, finding my clit and rubbing on it as he keeps pounding into me mercilessly. I try to scream in delight but even my throat is completely exhausted. I simply lay there as he brings me once more to the edge of delirious rapture and throws me down into the abyss.

  Hooking his fingers on my hips, he pulls back and makes me turn around. I lay back on the bed, opening my legs so that he fits right between them. A shiver goes up my spine as I lay eyes on the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest.

  Leaning into me with his whole body, I feel the tip of his cock brush against my pussy. Soft and careful, he holds his position there until I can’t take it anymore. I thrust my hips toward him, my pussy lips parting and engulfing his tip. I bite my lower lip as I feel him enter me.

  Now there's nothing but ecstasy for me. As I feel him slide in and out, his thickness straining and pushing against my inner walls, I’m taken to a place so perfect and dreamlike that I’m not even sure if whatever is happening is real. It’s way too perfect to be real.

  I notice him looking at me, eager to know if I’m alright. I respond in the best way I can, with a deep moan that climbs up my throat and cascades down my lips with the ferocity of a wild animal. How could it be any other way? His cock inside of me feels like completion, a pleasure so intense it verges the mystical.

  He goes in and out softly, my legs wrapped around his back and pulling him inside me. My eyes are closed, my mind only capable of processing the gentle thrusts of his cock as if there is nothing else in the world but it. And, as far as I’m concerned, there isn’t.

  His body rocks against mine, the most delicious ebb and flow of bodies taking over until I can’t resist it anymore. The muscles in my legs make me tighten them around his back like a vice and, with both hands grabbing at his hair, I sway my hips from side to side uncontrollably as mind-numbing electricity takes my body by assault.

  He keeps thrusting, rubbing my clit with suddenly erratic movements, I feel him ready; I summon what little strength still lives inside of me and I tighten my hold on him. He stops then, his muscles so tense he seems made out of marble.

  When his cock spasms harshly inside my pussy I can’t help but submit to that wildfire inside of me and scream. Pleasure crashes against my soul as I feel his cum gushing in a torrent once more, an earthquake of climaxing delight attacking both our bodies.

  I can’t hold any longer so I just collapse completely on the bed; he falls with me, his cock still buried deep in my pussy. I moan, feeling his thickness still spasming as he lays on top of me, cum dripping down my thighs.

  We stay like that for… I don’t even know. One minute, one hour? We stay like that until our exhausted bodies become capable of moving, time becoming just an abstract concept.

  He rolls to the side then, his hand resting on my lower back as he caresses the dimples there. I turn to him, struggling to open my eyes. He’s looking at me, a gentle smile on his lips.

  “This was…” I try to say, but I can’t find the word to describe it. I don’t think any dictionary or language in the whole world has a word that fits the description of everything I just felt. It’s just impossible. It’s more than sex.

  “Yes, it was,” he merely agrees, and pulls me into him.

  I lay my head against his chest, and finally let exhaustion take over me.

  In just a few seconds, I’m fast asleep.

  Palmer

  My eyes open.

  I look around the small, dark bedroom. Nothing is familiar. Not the tight space, not the glow-in-the-dark clock in the shape of a moon on the nightstand, not the carpet, not even the floral-print comforters ... that I also happen to be butt ass naked under, I think as I peer down at my body.

  And then it hits me. It really sinks in.

  I remember that I'm not home.

  I remember the food … that secret recipe, and the sex … Nicole.

  What the fuck am I doing here? I drag my fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my temples. I rub my eyes, as if to make sure this isn't just all a dream, and then press my fingers against my forehead. This isn't like me at all, to be sleeping with some girl in a shitty apartment, in a shitty part of town. I'm slipping. I've gotta get a hold of myself.

  I have a goal, and I can't afford to get derailed now.

  I need to get out of here. There's no telling where my clothes are, or my wallet, or my keys, or my phone … but I don't want to wake Nicole up, so I'm going to have to feel my way through the dark.

  This place isn't that big. My stuff has to be close by.

  I carefully slip my feet out of the comforter, and swing my legs off the bed. I stand up, my body stark naked, with the darkness as my only cover. I don't see my clothes, so I shuffle my feet against the carpet, hoping to walk into them.

  But there's nothing.

  So I get down on all fours, and picture what I must look like if someone where able to see me.

  Ridiculous. I feel like a kid going behind his parents' back and sneaking out of the house or something … and I guess that's partially true.

  I'm trying to sneak out of this apartment.

  I look over at the bed, to make sure Nicole is still sleeping. Luckily, she is.

  I continue to feel along the carpet, and then I find my suit pants and boxers.

  Thank God. I slip them on. The room is so quiet that the sound of the fabric seems irrationally louder than I know it is, and I cringe as I pull them on and zip them up.

  Fuck. I still need my keys, phone, wallet, shirt, shoes … okay, think, think, think, I tell myself.

  When did I last see my things?

  Last night was such a blur, I honestly can't remember.

  There was food. There was wine. And things escalated from there.

  There was sex. Great fucking sex.

  But I can't think about that right now.

  I've gotta get—

  Just then, my thoughts are cut short when I see two amber eyes peering at me from the darkness.

  I walk over and see that it's Nicole's cat, Whiskers, and underneath the cat is my coat, shirt, wallet, and keys.

  I walk over, and try to shoo the cat off my things but it doesn't budge.

  Move, scram cat. I need these things more than you do.

  Meeeooww.

  The cat voices back its disdain before jumping away. Even in
the darkness, I can see cat hair all over my coat and shirt, and I try, with as much quiet as I can muster, to brush it off.

  But it's no use. I'll need to get these items dry-cleaned.

  I slip my shirt and coat on, and then, as soon as I turn around to look for my shoes, they find me.

  I trip and stumble into the bedside table, almost knocking over the moon-shaped clock. It teeters on its edges before finally settling back into place.

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Seriously? Fuck my life right now.

  Thankfully, Nicole still hasn't moved. At least I can still get out of here without her knowing. This'll be less a walk of shame, and more an act of Houdini.

  I slip my feet into my shoes, hoping on one foot, and then the other. The cat eyes me from the corner of the room, as if mocking me with its orange orbs.

  Stop that, I whisper. But Whiskers refuses to look away.

  If it could laugh me right out of this room, I'm sure it would.

  I shove my hands in my pockets and look for my phone. Shit. It's not there.

  I pad my suit pockets—the two exterior, and two interior pockets—but there's still no phone.

  Then I see it out of the corner of my eye—a sliver of light bouncing off the glass of the phone's screen. It's on the chair next to the bed. I grab it and slip it into the pocket of my suit pants.

  Finally. I have everything I need to make an exit and leave this place.

  I take a few steps, heading toward the door, but I have a sudden urge to turn around and look back at Nicole. To look at her one last time before leaving.

  When I do, I see the silhouette a perfect woman lying there. The bed sheets are pulled just below her breasts, and they're exposed. It takes everything in me to not slide back into that bed, and take her soft, warm body into my hands.

  To run my tongue across her nipples and pinch them between my teeth.

  I shake my head in disbelief. I've been with plenty of women in my life, but Nicole is different. When she's near, the rest of the world melts away. The maddening rush of the world seems to stop. It's almost unreal how one woman can be so … hot … and so fucking perfect … and have such mind-blowing sex.