Summer Cravings: Sarah and Adam

Was this just a way to get me in the mood for sitting naked for him? I had already agreed, it couldn't be. Why did he need me to sit for him anyway? Did he just want to have a go with me...or was it more then that? I couldn't tell. He had seemed to be sex minded since he came into the shop, or was I? Well, I knew I was. Was his sole intention to have sex with me? And so what if it was, it wasn't like I didn't want it. Had he planned this? Oh, for fucks sake, I was thinking too much, I had to just enjoy myself!

I pulled away from his amazing lips a moment, "Sorry, could I use the bathroom?"

"Of course," he smiled, "it's the first door out of here."

The last thing I wanted to do was leave him now, but I had to gather myself up. Why was I thinking so much? It was beyond me, I mean goodness, just go with the flow. I always prided myself on that, and here I was acting a fool. I slapped myself around, washed my hands for the heck of it, and returned to him.

"Sorry."

"For what?" He asked, sunken into blankets and pillows. He patted the empty space next to him when I hesitated.

Once there, he pulled me to him. "So, I suppose you won't be sleeping on the couch?" I asked. What a stupid, awkward question! Mortifying, and probably thee most idiotic thing I've ever said. Obviously I didn't want him to go, but it just came out all wrong. It was too late to take it back though. He had to think me strange.

"Do you want me to?" He laughed.

"No....of course not. Even if I didn't want to sleep with you, I'd feel bad taking your bed."

"You want to sleep with me, huh? For how long now?"

Lord have mercy...I was speechless..."Ummm....I don't know exactly," I laughed.

"I'm just messing with you. I am glad I was right about you though, or else I'd feel extremely foolish right now."

"Well, I'm almost positive we'd be in a completely different situation right now if you were wrong. I wouldn't have gotten naked for you at all...for the sake of art or not...and there's no need to worry about acting foolish around me. I'm the ultimate fool...queen of the fools," I laughed.

"Can I be the king?"

"You can." I smirked, and he kissed me.

Adam kissed me all over. He dissected me like one of his sketches, tracing over every inch. I returned the gestures, and I loved touching him. I loved him touching me! I don't think I've ever felt so...completed before. Though, I can't recall being handled exactly like that, ever. He was completely different then anyone I'd ever been with.

We were like two vines intertwining and weaving in and out of one another, in a provocative knot of skin. Our movements were natural, and exciting. We were an even scale...a...let me brake it down a bit differently...

I savored his full mouth in that kiss, nipping and sucking his lips and tongue, and him mine. Then deeper...fierce. Our skin meshed together as he pressed against me, and I wrapped around him. His cock of velvet covered steel met firm against my mow hawked pussy.

Then we began to vocalize. His deep throaty hums were driving me crazy, it made me so wet with want, I couldn't help but return them. They flowed from me, and into him. That's when he made his move. Down to my peaked nipples, rosy and in need of the fervent attention he gave. Adam was skilled in more ways then one.

Moving down he took his time between my thighs, starting at the knee. It was a slow and deliberate torture that sent shivers of electricity through me, and I couldn't help but hum with excitement. He kissed every inch of me before going anywhere near my pussy, and when his lips finally brushed against me, the pleasure was almost too much.

I gasped with the wave that was about to overtake me, and he went deeper, and I moaned louder. He sucked on my clit, and I was thrown over the edge of a volcanic orgasm. He didn't stop there though, Adam kept me cumming into a second climax with his lips, tongue, and fingers.

He came back up to me then, and whispered, "your pussy is so sweet." The words rippled through me, and I kissed his lips, tasting myself.

"I know," I laughed.

"Do you taste yourself often?" He asked, his fingers grazing over me again.

"Yes. Almost every night." He touched my lips with sticky fingers, and I sucked them in.

"What about cock?" He asked, pulling his fingers from my hot mouth.

I let out a laugh, "Not in a long time."

"Are you in need then?"

"Yes...very badly."

"Mmmm...good," he said, putting his fingers back to my lips, and I sucked on them while he watched my eyes. "You've made me so hard tonight. Would you like to suck on my cock like that now? Or, do you want me to fuck you first?"

Without a word, I shifted, and he moved with me, lying back. Straddling him now, I kissed his neck first, and pressed myself against him. I loved the way he groaned for me, and I kept going, pulling lightly on his nipples with my teeth before moving on. Down past his navel, to the base of his cock. Slowly, kissing him up to the tip, swirling my tongue around him, taking him in, experimenting with what made him tick. His pre-cum wet my lips, and I gripped him to start a steady rhythm, building up and up until he told me to wait, and called me to him....

"That was very nice," he breathed, "but I want to fuck you before I cum. You want me to fuck you, right?" He asked, kissing my lips, and cheeks.

"Yes," I answered, and positioned myself above his waiting cock. I hovered a moment, and locked in his gaze, we smirked at each other.

"Do it," he laughed at me, and so I did. I impaled myself on his cock, deep inside me.

It felt so good. I circulated my hips around him, and in me. Strong movements, unbelievable satisfaction. He gripped my waist, pulling himself deeper into me, matching my rhythm. I began to whimper with the onslaught of pleasure.

"Do you like my cock, Sarah?"

Fuck, he said my name..."Yes."

"Your pussy is so tight. I wanna fuck you harder, do you want me to?"

I moaned a yes, and keeping together, he rolled on top of me, pressing deeper into me, so deep that it was almost unimaginable. It was a fulfilling pressure that I had never knew existed. An awakening, and I begged him for more. Every other fucking I'd ever had was nothing compared to this. They were drowned out with thoughts of Adam, like inked paper caught in the rain.

I cried out loud with the flood of my orgasm, and it washed over him now as well. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. In your mouth? Yea," he answered his own question, "In your mouth." He pulled from me, and I parted my lips for the overflow of his cum. He came as soon as my tongue touched him, throwing his head back, jerking himself to a finish into my mouth.

Adam gripped my face as soon as he calmed, and tasted my lips and tongue, pulling me to the bed in his arms. He kissed me as forcefully as he had fucked me, and I melted into him, evaporating into the world of Adam.

I even failed to notice when we fell asleep, and who went first.

But I soon found that AJ was the first awake. He was the first thing I saw, and we were still naked. Sitting close, with a pad and pencil, staring at me. Sketching me. All I could do was smile.

"Good morning," he said, concentration intact as he finished whatever he was working on.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's about time I kissed you," he smirked, tossing his pad and pencil aside.

"Gosh, it's that time already?" I played back, wrapping myself around his neck as he came to me.

"It is. Are you excited?"

"Ecstatic...please!" I jested dramatically, "Do not keep me waiting any long..." and his lips were upon me before I could finish.

"I've been waiting for you," he stated between kisses, "but I didn't want to wake you."

"How sweet, but you could have."

"Maybe next time I will then." He smirked.

Next time..."next time?" I laughed.

"Was I no good?" He mocked distress, "I knew it...I knew it...damn." He changed back quickly into a smile, "Yes. Next time."

"When might that be?"

Adam kissed my forehead, "Whenever you want."

Really? Wow...this was just wow! Whenever I wanted, whenever. Is this like...no, I wasn't going to ask. It didn't really matter just yet.

"What are you thinking?" He broke me from my thoughts, watching me closely.

"I...I'm just wondering what this means. I don't want to think on it too much, and I feel weird even saying anything. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry all the time? You didn't do anything." He brushed a lone piece of hair back in place, "It means I want you around...but only if you want. You don't have to come back ever. You don't even have to sit for me, if you'd rather not. I would understand"

"I'm sorry...I don't know why I say that all the time," I laughed. "I'm actually extremely glad you'd like to have me around. And I do want to come back, a lot...and I do want to sit for you."

He stared at me for a long moment with a fixed smile on his face. It felt a bit awkward, and I looked away with a little laugh.

"Why do you look away?" He smirked, shifting to regain eye contact, "Do I make you nervous?" He asked, between kissing my cheek.

"You have no idea," I answered, then kissed lightly his lips, and he deepened it.

"Don't be." He whispered, moving over me, hands and lips everywhere. I began to tingle when he jumped up quickly, "No, no..." he laughed, "we can't get into anything just yet, or I won't let you out of the bed."

"Sounds good to me," I smirked, sitting up to touch him.

"It sounds fantastic, but I'll never get you painted in if we stay in bed."

"Are you going somewhere? I have no where to be, so we have all day...and night even."

"Really? You're gonna stay with me again? Don't you have work?"

"Unless you don't want me to. Work's right across the street. I can still go to work, " I laughed.

He didn't say anything...

"Alright, let's get me painted in then," I suggested, moving from the bed.

Adam grabbed my wrist, and turned me back to him, "wait just a minute." He stared at me in silence a second, then kissed me, moving down my jaw to my ear, "I want you to stay," he whispered. "I'll walk you home later so you can get some things."

Things? I began to think how long he wanted me to actually stay...I mean...then my body took over my mind, filling me with pleasure. He had me in his arms, sat on the edge of the bed, and I moved with him. Now sitting on his lap, I could feel Adam's excitement, and I kissed him deeply, forcing him to lay back. His hard-on grew beneath me, his groans feeding into me.

Then, in a heat of ecstasy he sat quickly, holding tight to turn me under him. Kneeling on the edge of the bed between my thighs, Adam touched and kissed me like a beast devouring his prey, and I was taken over...He settled in my neck, whispering..."I wanna fuck you so bad. You drive me crazy, all the time...you have no idea."

"I do!" I breathed..."I know it too!"

He groaned, "can I fuck you?"

"You don't have to ask me....please."

"Now?" he was driving me crazy, teasing me beyond control.

"Fuck me...fuck me, yes! Now, now... please, don't ask...just do it..." I cried and whimpered. "Do it," I whispered again.

He wanted me to beg, Adam knew exactly what he was doing. He moved into me with force then. I was so wet, it felt so damn good. Starting a hard rythymn, slow and forceful, he kissed my breasts, neck, lips. Pushing the full weight of his hips into me, he propped himself above my chest, watching my eyes while fucking me deep.

I kept begging him, and egging him to keep going. He held back nothing, but kept his rythym, building my orgasm like a monument, slow and precise. He kissed me, and fucked me, and touched me. I didn't want it to end.

My moans became fierce as I was pushed further and further to the edge. His stamina was baffling, and he began to move into me faster, and faster. "Cum for me, Sarah" he told me. I told him not to stop. "Not until you come," he answered.

And it was on it's way, it was cumming...my eyes filled with the pleausre. He amazed me. His growling groans sent me over the edge, and I finished hard, with him deep inside me.

Just barely from me he came, smothering my pussy lips with his cum, nicking at the receding bits of my orgasm. Our breaths were heavy, and replenishing as he dropped to his side to lay beside me. I bathed in the euphoric soacked silence, and a symphony of my heart beat, accompanied by Adam's breathing.

We let time pass, and just when my soul began to settle, thinking he had fallen asleep, Adam shot up. He had fallen asleep though, his eyes showed it, as he blinked to wake himself.

"It's time," Adam stated calmy, rising from the bed. He went into a drawer and grabbed paint speckeled jean shorts. "You my dear, have no need for clothing," he smirked, and I watched his naked form dissapear into the bathroom.

I could really use a shower...wondering if he'd object for some reason, I waited quietly in the hallway. He was a bit startled upon emmerging, "You okay?" He looked refreshed, and I felt a bit...dirty.

"Yes, I was just wondering...could I shower before being painted?"

"Darn, I wouldn't have gotten dressed," he joked, then continued normally, "yes, you certainly can. Just, don't wet your hair, it looks perfect." He grabbed my cheeks together with one strong hand, smooshing my lips together to kissed me quickly."I'm gonna go set up. Towels are under the sink."

When I looked in the mirror, I thought he must be blind...although he hadn't been wearing his glasses, so perhaps he wasn't seeing clearly. I laughed at myself, something had to be done about this, but he did say to leave it...he couldn't mean that. I showered quickly, finger brushed my hair, and wrapped myself in a towel.

My nerves were tingling a bit, it didn't make much sense as he was quite aware of me now. But, I don't think it was that...no, it deffinitely wasn't. It was more of being painted that made me nervous. I wondered how he would make me look. It was strange, and yet exciting at the same time.

"Ah, my muse," he jested as I entered the room.

I could see he had set an armless chair for me to sit in. A few of the shades were up, streaming in light, and the lamp was set to cast a shadow. I slowly made my way to him, and things started to sink in.

Adam was obviously able to draw the human form without reference, as he had quite a few sketched on his walls, as I could make them out clearly now in the light of day. Unless of course he invited women to pose for him often. And there were already some background people sketched into his painting. Why did he really need me to sit for him? Of course I was happy to be here, but I felt as though I had been...tricked maybe? But I wasn't, I wanted to be here, so why did I feel that way?

"Sarah, are you sure you're alright?" He asked, breaking me from my thoughts, and my awkward stillness.

"Yes. I was just...can I ask you a question?" I quiered nervously.

"Ask away."

"Adam...clearly you are a gifted artist. You have a way with the human body," I said, motioning to the naked people that danced acrossed his walls. "Why do you need me to sit for you, when you could easily finish it without me, or anyone."

He had listened intently, before smirking, eyes closed behind his frames when I finished. "That is true. I could easily draw anything I wanted on that bench. Any woman, any face, any shape...but I wanted yours specifically. It is different going from memory. It would look good, it would be realistic...but not real, for me." He paused a moment, took a breath, and continued. "I told you, you don't have to sit for me. But you did say, more then once, that you wanted to." He rose, and came close, "I thought you wanted to."

"I do..." I answered low, a bit embarressed.

"What's the problem then?" He wrapped his arms around me, "I'd still want you around, even if you felt uncomfrtable with being naked in my painting."

"I'm sorry. I just got nervous."

"I'm nervous too, Sarah," he replied, and with my look of confusion he continued. "It was deadly for me to even ask you here. I thought you might think me...perverted to want to paint you naked. But I think you understand that it's more then a naked woman." I nodded, and he kept going, "It was hard for me to get up the courage to even ask you here, because I didn't want to ruin your view of me. I feared that you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore, if you completely hated the idea."

"No, I love your idea...I do. And I'm flattered that you wanted me...specifically," and I laughed, "and I don't think you're perverted. I don't think you realize how eccstatic I was when you asked me to come here, at all."

"Well, I thought so. I mean, you seemed receptive...but you keep acting so weird," he laughed. "It confused me, and then I felt stupid. I mean, we had sex...twice now. Good sex too, I mean...I thought so anyway. And I hoped that would calm you down, but you seemed a bit worse after."

Goodness...I felt so bad now. The poor guy. "I'm so sorry," I winced in embarrasment. "I promise I won't act weird anymore...at least, I'll try. I just...get so nervous around you, and I don't know why."

"Alright...well, just be yourself, and I'll be mine, and we can...I don't know," he smirked, removing his glasses to rub his eyes.

"Okay, just relax. Don't start acting like me," I laughed. "Let's get me set up. You can paint me in, and we'll go from there."

"Sounds good," he sighed in relief.

Knowing his feelings for me, I loosened up a whole lot. It was just as much a relief for me, as it was for him, and things were much, much smoother after that. We really do enjoy eachother's company. I go over to his place quite often, and he still comes into the cafe everyday. His painting, 'The Woman on the Bench', as he decided to name it, was quite breathtaking when finished. Adam uses me in his art often now, and I love it just as much as he does.

And I won't go suspecting anything just yet, but I do believe this is much more then any ordinary summer fling. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed, and my mind open. Regardless of what the future holds, I will never forget Adam James Patterson.