Spring Break

"Alright, you can relax." She turned her head and saw that he was just as naked as she was.

He turned the easel and she gasped at what she saw. It was beautiful, it was her, but seated on a pile of furs instead of her old sofa, the light playing on her skin was captured perfectly and she could almost see it moving as she looked the image over. The face was hidden enough that a casual observer couldn't tell who it was, just the slightly parted crimson lips that seemed to stand out vividly, the only red in the image. The rest was all soft shades of white and flesh tones with no hard lines or defining places. It was all shades and contrast and yet it was clearly her, she could see herself in the flawless painting. He had captured her well and she was stunned at the image. Her lap was covered in a fur that was delineated by what it covered, for it was invisible in and of itself, but there was the soft curve of one hip and the gentle swell of her thigh, a knee and calf and both of her feet while the rest of her from the waist down was mostly hidden, just a few hints of her, enough to show that she was completely nude aside from the furs.

"There you are. I'll apply a sealer on it in a day or two, but you can keep this, my gift to you." He said softly and she shook her head, blushing again.

"I don't have anywhere I can hang it, nowhere that people wouldn't recognize it instantly. It's beautiful though... you're so talented." She said as she looked at it closely.

She felt his warm hand settle at the small of her back and she smiled, the touch was casual and comfortable. When she turned her head to say something his other hand caught her chin and bent her head back as his mouth caught hers in a deep kiss. She moaned into his mouth again, and she could instantly feel the difference in this kiss from the others they had shared. The others had been passionate, deep and claiming. But this one was blatantly sexual. It didn't just suggest, it came right out and said and she didn't deny or fight what she was feeling. His hand slipped from her chin down, the tips of his fingers just barely touching her skin as he trailed down across her throat, feeling her pulse under his fingers. Down, over the swell of her collarbone and lower until she felt the feather-light caress along the valley of her breasts. She gasped into the long kiss, desperate for air but more desperate for the kiss to continue, for all of it to continue and when his hand turned and the backs of his fingers caressed the warm skin of her breast she moaned, a long drawn out sound that finally broke their kiss. His hand reversed again and she felt his palm turning, felt the warmth that radiated off of him a moment before his hand covered her flesh.

She brought her own hand up to cover his and she stared into his eyes as he looked at her. It was the single most intimate moment of her entire life and there was no way to stop it, not even if she had wanted to. But she didn't want to, she never wanted this moment to end and she smiled as she turned her hand and slipped it into his, turning and leading him toward the door to her room. He followed along without a word and when she moved to the bed and turned, sitting on the edge he bent to follow her, but her hands at his chest stopped him. She looked up and shook her head with a smile and he stood and looked down at her as she let her gaze run down his chest, across his abs and ribs, all tone and fit from his work outdoors, and her hands caressed his thighs, slowly going up to meet her eyes at his cock.

He was a professional, used to being naked to place his subjects at ease as they modeled for him. He was soft and at rest, but as her small hands found his warm flesh he stirred and in moments he responded to the stimuli and his hard shaft stood out, filling her hands and pointing straight at her chest. He watched as she bit her lower lip, her eyes half hidden by her lashes as she stroked him softly, her hands circling him and moving gently. Then her gaze lifted and the heated look behind her eyes, the lust and passion that were hidden there had him so aroused that it hurt. He gasped and couldn't look away as she leaned forward and placed a soft, gentle kiss on his tip with her soft lips. He groaned slightly at the feeling and her tongue came out and gave him a little lick, then another, then a soft kiss that saw her lips parting and surrounding the head of his shaft and he sighed and his hands moved to gather her hair back as her tongue caressed his tip softly, warm and gentle as she looked at him and her jaw worked and she bobbed her head forward and took a little more of him into her mouth. Then a little more... and a little more and he was fascinated.

With one hand he held her hair back out of her face, his grip loose and not controlling and the other he stroked her cheek and jaw, traced the curve of her ear and touched the soft full lips that gently curled into a smile as she slid her head back, her cheeks hollowing as she suckled hard at the tip of his cock. He slipped from her mouth with a soft 'pop' and she smiled and sucked at her lips to capture the taste of his warm flesh.

He was panting heavily as he looked down at her smile, her mouth just wide enough to make the grin cat-like before her soft pink tongue came out and licked across the bottom of his shaft and up toward the tip. She grinned happily and her head bobbed back down and he gasped as she took over half of him into her mouth all at once, suckling at him and caressing him with her lips and tongue, one small hand caressing the remainder and the other slipping down to cup his sack and roll his balls in her palm as she bobbed her head and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the act. He was at a loss for words, a loss of thought as he watched and when she slid her head back and let him pop from her mouth again he bent down and caught her with a strong kiss.

Lora was caught unaware by the gesture, she had had a few lovers in the past that she had been so free with her mouth but none of them had wanted to kiss her after. Christian had done it without even flinching, and she almost sobbed as she fell back onto the bed, her hands slipping away from his shaft and clutching at his arms. He pressed her back into the sheets and they kissed for a long time, body to body, one of his hands still at the back of her head and the other had gone to her breast, giving the warm flesh a gentle squeeze. She moaned and whimpered into the kiss when she felt his hand slip down, past the arch of her ribs and across her tummy. She felt his fingers trace the well of her navel and then down again across the gentle swell of her mons.

She gave a little wordless cry and arched her back, her legs spreading and she felt his hand slide between her thighs and one finger parted her vulva and slid across the wet slit of her entrance. She sobbed at how good it felt, how he was taking his time and when she looked at him again he was watching, his eyes focused on her, a serious expression on his face as his fingers moved, working gently and patiently against the tender flesh and as the tip of his middle finger slipped through her entrance she felt her breath leave her in a rush. He smiled at that and bent down. She thought he would kiss her, but instead he brushed his lips across her lower lip, tasting the soft flesh tenderly, feeling the full swell before he moved to place a heated kiss at the curve of her jaw and then another at the point of her pulse. The next kiss was at the tip of her collarbone, then another at the top of her soft breast and then another between as his hand moved and caressed and his fingertip circled the rim of her entrance, never quite delving into her but teasing, arousing, spreading her wetness and keeping her as aroused as she could be.

She sobbed and writhed on the bed and when he captured her aching nipple with his mouth, his finger slid higher at the same time and found the pearl of her clit unerringly. She cried out and arched her back again, pressing her breast further into his mouth and trying to get her sensitive clit away from his deft fingers. But he didn't let her escape; he followed along and teased her as he sucked hard at her nipple. She clutched at the sheets and writhed as he smiled around her warm flesh then his mouth moved quickly, hungrily to the other breast as his hand slipped down and his finger, wet with her nectar, slipped into her smoothly. She sobbed at the feeling and she involuntarily clenched down with her core on his digit. More than a decade of regular swimming had made her core strong and he could feel the clench of her muscles acutely.

She cried out, a wordless inarticulate sound, the closest her voice could come to putting her passion and arousal into words. Her hands scrabbled for purchase, alternating between the sheets and his hair and shoulders and back as she writhed on the bed. He smiled and shifted slightly, his mouth trailing kisses across the soft swell of her breasts and down. He followed the arc of her ribs from the center of her body across the top of her abdomen and down to her hips, his kisses leaving a trail of fire as he went. Then he came back to the center again and kissed the other way, down to her hip while his hand kept at her sex, a second finger slipping gently into her, stretching her a little more, making her back arch again as she writhed and sobbed at the feeling.

When his fingers curled and caressed the top of her passage she gasped, eyes wide and hands clutching at the sheets so hard her knuckles were white. He smiled at her reaction and kissed down the center of her belly now, pausing at her navel and lightly biting the little swell of skin at the bottom before he continued down. His fingers within her moved gently, sliding through her in alternating directions, one slipping deeper in and the other curling, his fingertip tracing along the top of her canal as he curled it back toward her entrance before he reversed, always making sure to caress her with one or the other as his mouth kissed across her mons and down lower. She was sobbing freely by the time he reached her sex with his mouth, his knees bending as he knelt on the floor between her spread thighs.

She tried to see him, raising her head, her mouth open and her brow furrowed with the overload of sensations that he was heaping upon her and she made eye contact with him just as his fingers slipped from her heated core. She whimpered at the feeling, but he just winked and his mouth covered her pussy and he kissed her soft lips, his tongue delving in where his fingers had just left and the sudden feeling, the heat and the intensity of it overwhelmed her and she cried out and climaxed all at once. It was unexpected for them both, her back arched and her feet pushed at the bed, raising her hips up.

He rose as well, following her as best he could. Her core clenched down tight and her passage flooded with her juices as she sobbed her way through the intense sensations that were filling her body. He kept at her sex, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her back against his mouth only moments after she escaped. He lapped at her slit and drank down her nectar, sucked at the soft lips and delved into her with his tongue as far as he could and did everything he could think of to prolong her pleasure. When she finally started to come down off of her pleasure she was gulping for air and sobbing at the power of her release. He lingered there between her thighs and she moaned and whimpered in protest until he rose up, kissing up across her body again, taking his sweet time until she could reach his head.

Then her hands grasped his hair and his chin and she pulled him toward her as she sat up and met him in the most passionate kiss they had shared so far. He smiled as she pulled him on top of her and her legs went around him, her wet, heated sex pressing up against him and her hips ground around, spreading her wetness on his shaft and his hips as she moaned and held him in the kiss for a very long time. Lora had only ever had a single boyfriend who had gone down on her, and he had been half-hearted at best. No one had ever shown the care and obvious pleasure that Christian had. She needed him more than she had ever needed anything in her life.

"Now... She gasped as she broke the kiss, both of her hands at the back of his neck and her forehead pressed to his as she stared right into his eyes. "Right now... I need you."

She could barely form the words, her already low voice made nearly inaudible with her powerful desire, with the need that was burning in her core like a flare. She didn't even think of the box of condoms that were secreted in the night stand not two feet away. She didn't care, if she didn't feel him inside of her soon... Her thoughts were interrupted and scattered as she felt him slip forward and his shaft parted her sex and slipped completely into her in a single smooth stroke. She had been about to speak, about to beg if she had to and his sudden penetration turned that into a cry that was almost a scream of pleasure. Lora had never been so vocal in her pleasure before, never cried out with such complete and utter passion in that way. Part of it was her living arrangement back at home. She had a small apartment with thin walls, so she had to school herself. But here, with no neighbors for a few kilometers in any direction, the only ones that heard her aside from Christian were a family of loons that took sudden flight as her cry echoed across the lake.

Her cry subsided and she gritted her teeth and stared into his eyes as he moved, shifting so they were both fully on the bed before he started stroking gently and slowly through her. She sobbed at the sensation of him moving through her core, the feel of his shaft, her passage glove-tight around him, was so delicious that she couldn't even think. She was reduced down to her most primal, feral, animal self and she couldn't form words. She could only growl at him, her teeth gritted and bared as she clung to him with all four limbs and she felt both powerful and helpless as he moved. His cock slipped through her with the slow rhythm he had and she felt him in her deepest recesses, the two of them as closely fitted as puzzle pieces. It was as if they had been made for one another, as if they had always been meant to be together this closely. They were the same height, close to the same weight and every part of them mated up perfectly. But she wasn't thinking clearly enough to register all of this; she was only focusing on how good he felt filling her this way, how deeply he was penetrating, and how acutely she could feel every inch of his shaft.

For Christian it was a similar feeling, she was so warm and so tight around him that he could feel her pulse around his cock... or perhaps he was feeling his own pulse with how tight she was... or perhaps it was both, their heartbeats as perfectly matched as the rest of them, beating in perfect synchronism. Whatever it was, he was entranced, and that was just the beginning of his fascination with her. The soft warmth of her skin, the swell of her breasts against his chest, the feel of her hands at the back of his neck, her strong legs as they wrapped around him... every part of her that he could feel was perfect. Then there were the sounds... the little grunts and whimpers and soft sobs of pleasure that escaped her, her breathing and the little wordless cries that she voiced. There was the scent of her hair and skin and sex, the taste of her lips and her nectar, her skin and her mouth. And the sight of her, the beauty of her face and her body, the smooth lines of her legs and her abdomen, the way her lip curled at one side when she was feeling mischievous, the way her left eyebrow would tilt up when she was skeptical or amused. And her eyes... the way they could shift from dark, forest green through to hazel and almost gold when she was feeling good or laughing. All of it combined and made her a feast for his senses. He loved her personality, her dedication to whatever she was doing and how casually she seemed to do anything she set herself to do. He was falling out of lust with her... and head over heels into love. He only wished that there was a way he could fall faster.

But then she suddenly tensed, her core clenching down even tighter around him until he could barely move and her back arched, her hands scrabbled down his back for purchase and her body temperature skyrocketed until she was radiating heat like an oven. She drew a shuddering breath as she arched her back farther and farther, her strength enough to lift him on the bed until he thought she was going to throw him off as she came again. The breath she had fought so hard for escaped in another wordless cry of passion. He kept moving as much as he could, a little in either direction, trying to keep her pleasure going as he held onto her and her nails scratched his back until blood flowed from his torn skin.

She had had sex before, but never had she been able to let herself go as much as she was right then. She had a compatible, attentive lover and no reason to restrain herself and the release she was feeling was so powerful that it bordered on pain. But it was a delicious feeling and as she came down she focused on him again and he saw her happy, hungry smile. He felt her shifting and when she pushed off of the bed, he turned and rolled so she was atop him without them having to part even for a moment. She shifted and got her legs where she wanted them then she kissed him, her hands on his cheeks and her hips rolling gently as she started moving. She was still sensitive from her prior orgasms and each movement of his length through her core sent shocks of pleasure up her spine. She felt his hands slip down her sides, across her ribs and up, one pausing at her breast, kneading the soft flesh gently, and the other continuing up between them to cup the side of her face. She smiled and broke the kiss, turning her head to nuzzle into his hand, her lips kissing his palm then capturing the pad of his thumb. She smiled playfully and bit down on his digit, her eyes closed as she rose up until she was sitting across his hips. Her hands braced against his chest for a moment as she got her balance, shivering as the new position let him press just a little deeper into her core until his tip was firm against her cervix.

The feeling was perfect and she rolled her hips as she opened her eyes and looked right at him, smiling around the thumb in her mouth. He smiled right back at her and gave her breast a firm squeeze, his fingers slipping across her sweat-slick flesh until he caught her nipple between the pad of his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger and she arched her back slightly, leaning toward his hand, reflexively trying to ease the sudden burst of sensation that he sent through her body. It bounced around in her like an echo trapped in a cave, her pussy throbbing and her nipples aching, her mouth and the back of her neck tingling and every other part of her body, from her scalp to the tips of her toes calling for attention in some way as he rolled the tender bud between his fingers.

She managed to start moving again slowly, her hips rolling a little and her legs lifting her slightly so he slipped through her deepest parts, caressing and massaging. Her hands left faint scratches on his chest and then his arm as one hand came up to cover his at her breast and the other held his wrist where his hand still cupped her cheek. His thumb slipped from her mouth as she gave voice to the most sensual moan that he had ever heard in his life and he turned his palm to lace his fingers through hers. She did the same with his other hand, lamenting the loss of the feeling at her breast, but needing that contact with him, that link which was somehow just as intimate as coupling. Her eyes locked with his and she rose up, his shaft slipping from her as her legs lifted and her hips rolled until just the tip was still in her body, then she reversed, slipping back down and engulfing him entirely. He groaned and fought the urge to push up and meet her, letting her control everything that he could and just reveling in their contact and mutual arousal.