Drawing Her Eye - Sex Stories

Drawing Her Eye

... beautiful woman,” Terry said. “Have you considered modeling?”

“Thank you, sir,” she smiled, fingers tracing the wet slit between her legs, “I have modeled in the past. That is how I got started in painting and sketching.”

“I am not surprised,” he said, kneeling between her knees. “You have the look and the body for it. Have you done any nudes?”

“Hundreds,” she smiled, I have an online portfolio if you’re interested.”

“Absolutely,” he affirmed.

“I’ve already seen yours,” Kerrigan whispered, feeling his tongue slide between her labia. “That’s how I picked you for this painting.”

Terry said nothing for several minutes while he pleasured his artist, tasting her sex and enjoying the warmth and aroma of her body. His hands slid from her ankles, slowly and tenderly over her calves and thighs. Her body tingled under his strong but gentle touch.

Sliding his palms over her toned but curvy hips that narrowed to her tiny waist and torso. Further up her body, his fingers found the slight swell of two soft breasts and the contrasting firmness of erect nipples. He read her body like a braille love letter, savoring every detail. Her soft moans signaled her approval of his attention.

Kerrigan spread her legs for her model, giving deep access to his marvelous tongue. He was an experienced lover. Of that, she had no doubt. He knew the pace and the pressure. He knew all the right moves and performed them to perfection. Her juices flowed onto his hungry tongue. He also ...

... knew the places that brought her the most pleasure.

Terry’s cock was achingly hard, throbbing between his legs. He was so turned on by his artist that he held back to give her as much pleasure as possible. His cock would soon take over his thinking though. He felt the throbbing in his loins and the tightness in his balls. He would soon seek a release.

Kerrigan felt the tip of her model’s tongue circling her clitoris. The pleasure coursed from that one tiny spot throughout her entire body. Her eyes were closed and her head rocked back and forth slowly. Deep breaths drawn in slowly and out with soft moans, told Terry that it was good. She covered his hands with hers as he squeezed her small breasts, softly pinching each erect nipple.

The warmth of her hands on his soothed his nervousness. He drove his tongue deep into her pussy, sucking her clit at the same time, drinking her sweet juices. Smiling to himself when he heard her softly swearing. Such dirty talk for a woman of her beauty and class. He couldn’t wait to push his cock in and hear her salty utterances.

Kerrigan draped her long legs over his wide shoulders, crossing them behind his back. Sliding her right hand from his and down her body, tasseling his hair in her fingers, pulling his head tightly to her dripping sex. He was a model, posing for her artistic talents on a canvas. But here, now, the roles have changed. Her muse has become the artist and she, his canvas, painted by the talents of his tongue. She ...