Art in Reality Ch. 03-06

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'You live in a film set,' he exclaimed. 'This is gorgeous.'

'It costs me a fortune in rent. But worth it, I think. It's so lovely to be able to work whenever I need to. Without leaving home I mean. It's a lovely space to work in.' She dropped her clothes bag at the bottom of the staircase and her bags of painting gear alongside a table in the middle of the work space.

'Would you like something to eat?' she asked. 'Though I'm not sure what I left in the fridge.'

'I'm okay thanks. I'm still trying to recover from that meal at the motorway services,' he grinned.

'Oh God yes. How do they manage it?'

'Tan it under a hot lamp for several days. What time is it?' he glanced at his watch. 'Seven thirty.'

'I suppose if I were a good host,' she said, 'I'd should show you a night on the town. The thrills of London. That drive has wiped me out.'

'Don't be daft. I don't need entertaining.'

'It's too early to go to bed.'

'Oh I don't know,' he replied slyly, taking a couple of steps towards her.

'Oh, well, maybe not.' She reached out and took his hand. 'Oh no. There's only one bed in this little apartment though.'

She pulled him to the bottom of the staircase and stepped up onto the bottom step. She turned to face him.

'You'll have to sleep on the sofa,' she stated.

'I come all this way, as your guest, and I get the sofa?' he frowned.

'Well okay, you can come...'

'You can sleep on the sofa,' he interrupted.

'What?'

'I don't see any other alternative. Unless. No,' he sucked air in through his teeth. 'Well, unless we both sleep in the bed?'

She rolled her eyes up and around. 'Well. I suppose we could. Provided you promise to behave like a gentleman?'

'I never make promises I can't keep.'

'So you might not behave like a gentleman?' she asked coyly.

'I might not.'

'Sounds good to me.' She turned and took a few steps up, pulling him by the hand behind her.

'Oh wait,' she stopped and looked round to him. 'Wait here a minute.'

She sprang up the rest of the stairs. He waited.

He heard ruffling sounds.

After a minute he called up, 'are you abandoning me to the sofa?'

'No. Just a sec.'

'What are you up to?'

'Changing the bed.'

'Oh you don't have to worry...' he took a step up.

'Yes I do.'

He reached the top of the stairs and saw her putting the last pillow into a new case.

'A respectable girl can't invite a gentleman into week-old sheets.'

He walked slowly towards her. As he made contact he wrapped his arms around her and continued to walk, pushing her backwards towards the bed. He laid her gently down onto the soft cotton and leant in to kiss her.

'I can't believe you're here,' she whispered.

'I can't believe I'm this lucky,' he replied.

She smiled, then snapped a quick kiss up onto his lips.

He paused, looked across her beautiful features, then drifted forwards into a deep, passionate kiss.

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She was pinned under the weight of his body as he kissed her. His tongue brushed gently across her lips. She opened her mouth to allow him in. Their tongues danced with each other as their lips swirled back and forth.

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He arched upwards and reached for the edge of her jumper. She raised her arms above her head. He pulled the jumper up over her torso, over her head and along her arms.

She left her arms above her head; leaving her body open and inviting his exploration.

He leant back in and planted kisses along her neck. He undid the top button of her shirt and laid a kiss on the skin between her collar bones. As he undid the next button, he gained more access to her chest. With each button released he laid a kiss.

She was breathing deeply. The motion raised and lowered her breasts in front of his eyes. As he unfastened another button and pulled the shirt a little further apart it became clear she was naked beneath. No bra. He leant in to plant his next kiss. His cheeks passed close by the inner curves of each of her breasts and felt the heat of her body.

He continued his journey down across her torso; unbuttoning and laying kisses as he went down across her abdomen, until the shirt rested undone across her. He ran his hands under the material, from her hips up towards her rib cage. He enjoyed the smooth softness of her skin. The shirt parted and fell to her sides as he traveled. His fingertips reached the lower curve of her bosoms. He slowed down. His hands arched up over her breasts, gently pressing down into the firm but yielding flesh. Then his fingers brushed over her nipples. Each was hard and standing proud. As the palms of his hands grazed across them she let out a long sigh of pleasure.

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She looked up at him. He was straddled across her. He was handsome, calm and confident. Her body was eager for his touch. Between her legs she could feel warm moisture building in anticipation. Her nipples felt tight; straining and reaching out in arousal.

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He looked her up and down. She was stretched out in front of him. Arms relaxed; laid out above her head. Her body was open for his next move.

He lunged forward and suctioned his lips around one of her nipples. She cried out a small yelp of surprise. Her arms rose involuntarily, before she forced them to relax back down as she gave in to the assault on her senses.

He rolled his tongue across one nipple, pressing hard against it and flicking it from side to side. He pulled up and quickly switched to the other breast, whilst raising a hand to cup and massage the one he had left behind.

He enjoyed the feel of his nose pressing into her soft bosom, and the smell of her skin, as his teeth gently nibbled on the nub of flesh in his mouth. His penis was straining against his jeans as his body switched on to the erotic pleasure.

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He slid down the bed; laying kisses on her chest and abdomen as he went. He lingered at length on her tummy button; kissing and gently probing it with his tongue. Moving on, his eyes drew level with her belt. He pushed himself up and unfastened the buckle. He undid the button on the jeans and slowly pulled down the zip, to reveal short curls of pubic hair. No knickers.

'I thought you said you were a good girl?' he looked up at her.

'Not when you're around,' she replied.

'Oh. I'm a bad influence on you,' he said as he climbed off her to stand at the foot of the bed.

'No. A good one,' she smiled.

He reached forward and took hold of the bottom of the jeans, by her ankles. He tugged, dragging her whole body down the bed.

She squeaked a giggle, reached down, lifted her hips and ran her hands across her bottom to ease the jeans away from their grip on her.

With his second pull, the jeans slid down her legs until they were free. She was completely naked. He dropped the jeans to the floor and looked her up and down.

'Damn, you are beautiful,' he whispered.

Even now she blushed and turned her head to one side.

Standing at the foot of the bed he began to pull off his clothes. The movement caught her eye and she turned to look back at him.

He pulled his jumper quickly up over his head and dropped it to the floor. He slid his socks from his feet. He tugged at his belt, pulling it free, unzipped his fly, popped the button and dropped his jeans to the floor. He lifted his lean legs out of the jeans as he began to undo the buttons on his shirt. Button by button he revealed his chest and abdomen; not overly muscled, by taught. He rapidly flicked the shirt away from his shoulders, leaving him standing in nothing but a pair of tight boxer shorts; his penis clearly straining at the fabric. He leant forward towards the bed.

'Ah ah aah,' she chided. 'I want to see what's about to come.' She raised her eyebrows and flicked her eyes downwards to his groin.

He stood back straight.

Sliding one hand down the front of his shorts, he pushed the material away from himself, freeing it from his erection. With the other hand he hooked the waistband and pulled the underwear down his thighs and then dropped it free-fall to the floor. His cock stood stiff and proud. He stood squarely in front of her.

'Seen enough?' he asked.

'No. But carry on,' she replied.

He crouched down at the foot of the bed and reached out towards her. He ran the back of his fingers across the soles of her feet; the nails gently grazed across her skin.

She yelped and snatched her legs up away from him.

'Tickles,' she said.

He stretched out and took hold of each of her feet, and pulled them back towards himself, stretching her legs back out.

He bent forwards, crouching on the foot of the bed, and laid a soft kiss on the bottom of one foot. He looked up to her.

She purred, 'better.'

He planted more kisses. Swapping from foot to foot. Gradually he moved around her feet, up to her ankles and now on to her shins. His hands slid up her legs in advance of his lips; smoothly gliding along her long limbs. He worked his way up, shuffling further onto the bed and further up her body. As his lips kissed her thighs his hands reached her hips. He swept them around her lower abdomen, brushing occasionally through the small patch of hair over her pubic mound.

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She was twitching now, as excited tension built through her body; her muscles, unable to remain still, were releasing little snaps of energy.

He had kissed his way up the full length of her legs. He arched up and slid his hands down each of her thighs. He lifted and pushed each of her legs apart; exposing a full and unrestricted view of her most intimate area.

Laying on her back, arms stretched out above her head, legs spread wide, naked; a tide of self-consciousness rose within her. She tensed muscles in preparation to close herself up.

In that instant he pulled up away from her; kneeling between her ankles but putting some distance between himself and her. He looked into her eyes.

She saw calmness. And care.

A surge of trust washed over her, followed rapidly by a tide of erotic passion.

She fully stretched her arms out above her head; took a deep breath, expanding her chest, pushing her breasts outwards. She fractionally rolled her pelvis, tilting her vulva upwards towards him and spread her legs slightly further apart.

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He leant in and laid down on his front between her legs. He did not touch her as he softly wriggled into a comfortable position. His arms were folded beneath his chest, supporting his torso as his head hovered between her legs. He slowly lowered his face towards her flower and breathed in its scent. The petal-like lips of her labia were blossoming and a glint of moisture was forming as her arousal was made manifest.

He breathed deeply; gently puffing warm air onto her. His warm breath was matched by the growing warmth she felt building deep inside her.

Then he alternated his breathing, switching between warm, open-mouthed puffs of breath and closing his lips together to shoot little focused jets of cold air against her womanhood. The sensation tingled her skin. It was like he was touching her without touching her. Her breathing deepened and she felt her temperature rise. Blood flowed to the skin on her face and chest, giving her a warm glow.

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He held his breath. He looked up over her body, past her tummy, between her breasts, into her eyes.

She gazed into his eyes, peeking up from between her legs.

He extended his tongue and placed it softly onto her perineum.

She shuddered.

She fought against the whole of her body shaking, to maintain eye contact with him.

He smoothly glided the flat of his tongue up across her labia, sliding slippery wet across the full length of her vulva. The sensation was so intense she lost her battle; her eyes rolled back in their sockets, her head dropped and pushed down into the bed as her spine arched up. A tiny spasm inside her released a small wash of moisture; she felt it spreading inside her vagina.

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He retracted his tongue. Tasting her. Waiting.

He watched her panting breath gradually ease back to a deep rhythm.

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He extended his tongue again and, with the lightest touch he could manage, slid the tip of it over the skin surrounding her lips. He slid it across the very tops of her inner thighs, rolling over the tendons that join legs with torso. Across the tiny bulges of buttock cheeks that he could reach down where her bottom rested on the bed. Across the smooth skin to each side of her pubic mound, admiring the sexy jutting bones of her hips and the flat expanse of her abdomen as he went. He ran his tongue over everything within its reach. Everything except her flower of sexuality.

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She had never experienced sensation like it. The suspense was agonising.

She was desperate to feel his touch on the centre of her arousal again.

She could have screamed; demanding he lick her again.

She could have grabbed his hair, thrust his mouth upon her and rubbed herself against him.

But the suspense was intoxicating. Her most sensitive area was tingling with anticipation. It was exciting. Thrillingly erotic.

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He arched back away from her groin. He looked over her body, laid out before him. An exquisite vista of soft curves, rippling with tiny movements, pulsing with energy, glowing with the heat of arousal.

He took a deep breath.

He blew a thin jet of air from between his lips as he lowered his head back down towards her. She felt the pressure wave of cool air increase as he grew closer. He stopped and held still, as close to her as he could get without touching.

He extended his tongue, in a firm point, and slid it directly into the opening of her vagina.

She gasped and fought hard to remain still.

He thrusted then, with his tongue. It was not long or hard enough to penetrate her, but it pressed firmly, straining against the tight aperture of her opening.

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Her arousal soared with the knowledge of what he was doing to her, in combination with the rhythmic physical sensation. She rode the waves of pleasure as they flowed outwards from her core. Images, memories, of this man flashed through her mind. She had known him for so little time, yet he dominated her mind. She saw him for the first time; handsome and mysterious, surrounded by the swirling storm. She saw him in the firelight as they talked, cosy in his home. She saw him next to her as she awoke from deep, untroubled sleep. She saw him in the corner of her eye as he watched her paint. She saw him as they kissed the first time, in the sunset light on the cliff top. She saw him as she sucked on his penis; delighting in the exquisite pleasure in his expression. She saw him as he awoke, peaceful and content. She saw him as he stood naked at the foot of the bed, ready to pleasure her.

Echoes of present and past pleasures rolled through her body. An orgasm surged through her.

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He could see, feel, smell, hear and taste every intimate detail of her body as it climaxed. He swelled with satisfaction.

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As he sensed her orgasm recede, he adjusted his activity. He slid his tongue around in small circles, reaching wider with each revolution. He rolled his tongue across the tight lips of her labia, bringing new ripples of physical stimulation to her.

He looked up across her body. Between each rise and fall of her chest he saw her head resting down on the bed as she gazed up at the ceiling. Her breasts formed two extraordinary curves from this angle; each one dotted at the top with a dark, pointy nipple. The muscles across her abdomen twitched gently as she wriggled with pleasure. He felt his own body straining with erotic energy. His penis was pressing hard into the mattress below him, with any slight movement he made pushing sensations into the stiff organ.

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His tongue was running up and down the length of her vulva, exploring every crease and curve. At the top of each stroke he brushed across the hood of skin covering her clitoris, sending a spark of pleasure into the swelling bud of flesh.

With each upstroke, he gradually pushed the fold of skin back, revealing more and more of the small hard knot. The sparks became lightning bolts of sensation, lancing into her clit with each flick of his tongue. She felt another orgasm quickly building and panted air in and out of her lungs to fuel the energy. Blood rushed to her face, breasts and groin and a light sheen of sweat spread across her torso.

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He focused in. His tongue swept like a pendulum between vagina and clitoris. Her second orgasm rushed through her. Her contracting muscles forced her body to buck and writhe. He quickly slid his arms under her thighs and folded his hands down onto her hips. He pushed her down into the bed, pinning her pelvis in place, enabling him to keep his tongue precisely at work. Her orgasm, much stronger than before, reverberated through her. She gasped air with each contraction; almost panicking, she had never felt so present in her body and yet so lacking in control of it.

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As her orgasm receded he slowed his movement and pressed his lips forward, resting them against her glistening flower. He rested his tongue, whilst gently breathing warm puffs of air against her skin.

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She managed to lift her head up off the bed. She looked down at the top of his head, across his broad back and tight buttocks. The lower half of his face was buried between her legs. His eyes were gazing up at hers. As she looked into his eyes she found it impossible that she met this man just two days ago. She had opened herself to him in every way. She had never felt so attracted to anyone before, she loved his mind, his heart and his body.

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He showed no signs of movement, yet a new sensation began to register between her legs.

Realisation dawned as the new feeling intensified.

He had pressed his lips tight in to the upper parts of her labia, directly over and around her clitoris; and he was sucking.

Her clitoris, already hard with arousal, was being sucked, gently but persistently.

Her heart pounded in her chest as another orgasm built at terrifying speed. Her whole body tensed and quivered as the orgasm ripped through every inch of her being.

Her convulsions broke the suction of his lips, but he did not relent. He quickly slid one arm across her pelvis and pushed his body weight down onto her, holding her down. Her clit was a hard button of flesh, which he stroked rhythmically with his tongue. He brought his other hand round, below his chin and slipped a finger smoothly into her vagina. The finger ran up along the front wall of her channel until it hit the rough walnut mound of her g-spot.

She screamed.

Her head and chest flew up off the bed as her abdominal muscles contracted uncontrollably. Her arms were flung out to her sides; her fingers grasped handfuls of the bed sheet. All thoughts of individually definable orgasms evaporate as his relentless physical stimulation held her remorselessly in a state of peak climax. The pain of the sensory overload she felt was made bearable only by the matching intensity of pleasure which surged through her.

Her mind was blank. There was no time.

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The sight of her animalistic abandonment pushed him close to climax himself. As he fought to hold her down, he struggled to ignore the feeling of his erection rubbing hard against the cotton sheet below him. He could feel dampness against his stomach as pre-orgasm seamen was forced out of his straining cock.

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She was barely breathing; as her torso was locked in contraction, her diaphragm fought to pull air into her lungs.

Slowly he relented his movement; gently withdrawing his finger from within her and closing in to rest the flat of his tongue stationary against her vaginal lips.

As the orgasmic storm subsided she collapsed down to the mattress.

The only movement she could manage was long deep breaths of rejuvenation.

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He pushed himself up onto all fours and crawled gently up the bed. He laid down alongside her, rolling her onto her side, then sliding in next to her, allowing her back to relax, resting against his chest, her bottom pressed against his hips. His penis had slipped in between her legs and strained up against her slippery wet vulva.