Art in Reality Ch. 03-06

Gently rocking his hips, he positioned the tip of his penis in the groove at the opening of her vagina.

'Have mercy on me,' she panted.

He stopped. Emotions flicked through him; uncertainty, desire, disappointment, desperation.

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She felt his hesitation. In an instant she realised he was holding himself back, taking her words literally. He respected her so much. She could feel his primal need to take her, and yet, he was holding himself back; for her. His care for her was greater than his biological imperative. She filled with love for him.

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She twisted her head and looked into his eyes.

'Come inside me.'

His doubt was swept away. He pushed his penis into her in one decisive thrust.

Taking her from behind, his jutting cock crashed into her g-spot and scraped across it.

Her head snapped forward as she cried out; a primal groan of sound.

He rocked his hips back, withdrawing his erection; pulling right out, back to the entrance of her canal.

The sensation pushed him to the edge. As his foreskin and frenulum tingled with pleasure, a huge pressure built in the base of his shaft. She sensed the turning point and cried out, "yes!"

He thrust into her. Grinding over her g-spot again, triggering a massive explosion in her groin. The shockwaves tore through her savaged body.

He filled her completely.

Her body contorted under the unbearable pleasure. He tightened his arms around her; restraining her.

His cock bucked and rammed his orgasm into her. He felt power and elation as sexual energy thundered out of his cock. She convulsed. Her vagina clamped down hard around his penis as his arms clamped down hard around her body. He gripped her tight against himself, fighting against her contracting muscles. She bit down on a pillow and growled her orgasm through gritted teeth.

His second pulse shot another wash of seamen deep into her.

Her body gave up. There was no more energy to power her muscles. She went limp. His arms of restraint became arms of support, holding her body together, as her orgasm tried to tear her apart.

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Their ripples of pleasure synchronised and then gradually diminished together.

His penis softened and nestled inside her, bathing in warm fluids and soft tissue. Her body ached with exhaustion, but glowed with pleasant warmth.

They were in a dreamlike state. No thoughts interfered with their meditative contentment.

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Chapter 6

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'Sugar?' Peter asked, as he set a mug of coffee on the table in front of her, squinting slightly against the crisp autumn morning sun.

'Yes. Not sweet enough,' Katie replied.

'I beg to differ.' He passed her the sugar pot as he perched on the arm of the sofa beside her.

'What do you want to do today?' she inquired, stirring the coffee.

'I hadn't really thought that far. I'm here on an impulse you know. What do you need to do before this evening?'

'I have to pop into Gavin's office for a bit, my agent. Get the low down on Lancour. Then, obviously, go shopping for something to wear.'

'Obviously.'

'I hope Gavin can give me some good tips on what to say. It's a bit scary going on my own.'

'Are you sure Lancour will expect you to go alone?'

'I don't know really. It's a business meeting, so I assume so.'

She lets lose a huge yawn.

'You were asleep before me yesterday,' he commented.

'Something wore me out yesterday. Can't remember what,' she looked up at him, over her coffee, with big puppy eyes.

'It's a good job you're cute.'

'How cute?' she fluttered her eyelashes.

'Hmmm, five out of ten.'

She shoved hard against his hip, pushing him off the arm of the sofa. He landed sprawling on the floor with a yelp.

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They spent the day together. Separating only when Katie visited her agent, Gavin. Peter filled the time meandering through a few second hand bookshops near Covent Garden. They had a light lunch before hitting the shops with serious intent. After several attempts they found a long navy evening dress. Cut low at the back, it showed off Katie's figure to devastating effect. Katie, with more information from Gavin, had told Peter that Lancour had in fact booked a table for four. After they had ensured Katie was satisfied with her outfit, they sorted out hiring a dinner suit for Peter.

~

As they stepped out of the taxi and into the restaurant, Katie was nervous but radiant in her dress; Peter cut a dashing figure in his dinner jacket, in the way that only a mature, confident man can.

The restaurant was expensive, exclusive, glamorous; at 7:30 in the evening it was busy but not overcrowded.

Peter held the door for Katie, who stepped in; straight into Gavin.

'Gavin. I didn't realise you...' Katie stammered. 'I told you about Peter,' she gestured round as he followed her through the door.

'What? Gavin exclaimed. He leant in towards Katie in a faux pretence of being heard solely by her, 'Katherine, you do not bring your holiday shag to the most important meeting of your career.'

'Gavin...' Katie was stunned.

'Excuse me?' Peter directed a frown at Gavin.

'I told you he booked a table for four,' Gavin stated to Katie.

'Katie?' Peters turned to her.

'I've made a mis...' Katie began.

'What are you thinking, bringing a country bumpkin bookworm to the...' Gavin was hissing.

'Excuse me,' Peter steps towards Gavin, but then turns towards Katie. 'What have you told him about us? Me?'

'Nothing. I said that you're just...' Katie said.

'Just, what?' Peter exclaimed.

'We don't have time for pissing about with...' Gavin was saying.

'No, not just. I meant. Sorry, I mean...' Katie tried to slow down to explain.

'Shit, Lancour is coming,' Gavin interrupted. 'Now.'

'What do we do?' Katie whispered urgently.

'Bonjour. I am Pierre Lancour. This is my PA, Michelle. I recognise you from your biography photograph, Miss Connell.'

He was a man in his sixties. Smartly dressed but understated. His PA was equally smartly dressed, though slightly more daring in her fashion.

'Monsieur Lancour. It is an honour to meet you,' Katie replied. 'This is Gavin Blanscough, my agent. This is; Peter,' she tailed off.

'Bonjour Mr Blanscough, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I look forward to your views on the Tate's latest travesty. Bonjour; Peter.' His eyes flicked from Katie to Peter to Gavin. 'I have a table for four booked by the fountain.'

'I...erm...' Katie stammered.

'Well now that I have delivered Katherine safely,' Peter cut in, 'I shall leave you to enjoy your meals. It was a pleasure to meet you Monsieur, Miss,' he said smiling and nodding to Lancour and his PA. With that he turned and walked out of the restaurant.

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Katie checked the time on her phone. 12:36am.

She took her keys out of her bag and opened her front door. The lights were off. Flicking them on she immediately noticed her spare keys on the table.

She dashed up the stairs to the bedroom; irritated by her dress, holding it up clear of the spiral steps.

Peter's bag was gone.

Peter was gone.

She exhaled, 'Shit.'

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