My Muse

Lavade collected her thoughts, she decided she would paint. It would relax her and she could escape into her imagination. She put her coffee down and grabbed a smock and new canvas poured out some paint and sat down. She closed her eyes and began to think. As she relaxed her mind it began to wander.

It didn’t seem to go very far. She was staring at an empty blank canvas. “Looks like you need a break.” She turned in somewhat of a daze. “Huh” She replied back. “I said it looks like you need a break. Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, artist block can’t think what to draw.” She stared up at the man standing in the doorway. Who was this man? And why was she somehow feeling she knew him.

His features were a bit blurry. He made her feel strange. She shook her head, knowing it was only her in the room. She then turned around back to the blank canvas.

He walked up behind her, bent his head then softly he pressed his lips to her ear. “Close your eyes”. She did but she wasn’t too sure why.

He stood up and looked at the canvas. “Sit up straight.” Once again she obeyed. As if she didn’t have a choice. “What do you see?” He was so close that she could smell him. A musky and masculine scent. It sent shivers down her spine.

Her heart started beating fast. She wanted to say us but held back again. So instead she blurted out “Nothing” He touched her shoulders running his fingers down her arms. He leaned in till his lips touched her ear again and whispered: “Let me be your inspiration.”

As he caressed her arms her heartbeat was running 100 miles an hour. It felt like it had traveled up her neck and could have burst out right there in front of him.

He made contact with his tongue on her ear. Lightly touching it then slowly began to nibble. She made a small sound that she was not quite sure where it came from. The nibbling turned into small kisses. Kisses that traveled down the column of her neck and over the spot that she felt her heart want to bust out.

She felt as if she became numb all over. He turned her around in her chair staring at her face she slowly opened her eyes. All she could see were his eyes. Deep chocolate brown. Mesmerizing and seductive. He bent down and took possession of her mouth.

She closed her eyes to intake the sweet taste of it. He kissed her mouth hard and passionately as if to take possession of her right there with just her mouth. She dropped the brush that was in her hand to the ground. She threw her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

Sparks flew from her belly to her clit. She wanted him. She wanted him now. Just from the touch of his lips. No more playing no more teasing, she wanted, no needed him now. He lifted her having her legs cradle his hips.

With one swift movement of his hand, he cleared off all the things on the desk beside them then placed her on it. He stopped kissing her and looked at her and before she could say anything before she could even look into his eyes, he put his forehead against hers and he spoke. “I wanted to tell you for so long, so long Lavade. I had to know and had to find the right time to tell you to show you. I hoped and prayed that you felt the same and wanted me as much as I want you. Please make my fantasies come true and let me know you do. Be mine.”

He waited for her to answer.

“Yes, I do.” She began to kiss him again. He reached around her and undid her smock then pulled it off her with one hand. She reached down and slid her hand over the bulge that had formed there.

Rubbing her hand on it, he let out a small moan. She unzipped his pants sliding her hand down taking hold of the hard shaft into her hand. The other slid over his tight black shirt that contoured to his muscles.

He took his hand and slid it up her leg and grabbed her panties and pulled them off all in one swift motion. They dropped to the ground and piled into a small mound all on their own.

He took his hands and ran them up her legs and grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him. He slipped himself inside of her. She was so tight. With each passing fold of her, he thought he was going to let go right then and there. She, on the other hand, felt a bit of pain with pleasure. She wasn’t sure if she really liked it or not.

She ended up tightening all her muscles in somewhat of a protest. “Relax baby, or I’ll explode right now.” He steadied his rhythm and she begins to become wetter. The pain had subsided and she was left with pleasure pure pleasure.

She closed her eyes and relaxed. She couldn’t believe that this was happening to her. He ran his hands up her back and leaned over her to get her to lie down.

Once her back touched the desk he ran his hands over the shirt she wore and cupped her breast. He lightly slid his thumb over the thin layers of her dress and the lace bra. It had allowed him to feel the peck of her nipple. He grinned with delight. He was pleased that she was reacting this way. He took a hold of her hips and pushed her deeper onto him. She moaned with delight and arched her back the pleasure was almost too much.

He sped up, thrusting harder and deeper into her. Ripples of enjoyment surged through her. It ran up her body to her head. She couldn’t control the intense feeling that was happening. It made her squeeze everything up inside of her.

Till her head felt like to was going to burst. She screamed hoping to let out all the balled up the tension. He realized that she had climaxed and a cocky smirk spread his face with delight. “Good baby, good. Cum for me.”

She grabbed the sides of the desk so hard that at one point she thought she just might rip them off. He loved it. It made him speed up and when she reached the top he pushed into her for the last time.

The eruption from the both of them was amazing. He slowed down and jerked a bit. She tingles all over. She let out a long soft sigh as he pulled out. Crawling to her elbows she looked at him. He had his back to her fixing his pants.

“I should probably go back to my painting.” She hopped off the desk and picked up her panties. “I don’t think that will be a problem.” He started to turn around and she snapped open her eye.

What a wild dream, and who was this man. She had only felt this way about someone once, a long time ago. And she has not seen him since her 18th birthday. She longed for him to make her feel like that. She looked at her canvas and to her astonishment, she was looking at a painting of Ethan. Right there in front of her. Looking at her with the same chocolate brown eyes. At a once, her vagina began to throb.