32. Christian
christian
She shuddered as I dragged her panties down her legs. She was so goddamn beautiful, I could barely speak — and it took a lot to shut me up. My chest tightened, my balls ached, and saliva filled my mouth, desperate for a taste.
I talked incessantly during the modeling, trying to shake off the embarrassment that I was in my birthday suit in front of my mom’s friends, making them laugh through it with me.
I was so relieved once they left, desperate to get Sage to myself.
It was hard not to watch her every move and expression while she instructed the ladies on their paint choices and brush strokes.
She was so talented and seemed like a natural art instructor, doing her best to be professional even though her eyes kept landing on my dick.
I already knew, nude model or not, she was going to make this place successful and she needed to know it.
She needed to know how I saw her, scars and all, and there was nothing she could do to push me away.
Seeing her cry just about broke my heart. I wanted nothing more than to make her feel better, my sole focus now on bringing her pleasure.
I dipped the paintbrush back in the paint, drawing a line up the inside of her leg.
She watched me, her eyes hooded, the tears now subsided with her growing desire.
I could smell the sweet peach scent she wore, mixed in with the acrylic paint, the new wood and paint smell of the gallery that despite the mess we caused made the space feel fresh and new.
She was laid out for me on the wooden floor, paint smeared all around us, and over our skin like we were our own canvas.
When I reached the crook of her knee, she parted her legs wider for me allowing me to travel up the inside of her thigh.
Her body responded, just like I knew it would, angling her hips toward me, begging to be touched right where I knew she wanted it.
Her back arched slightly, allowing her beautiful, perky tits to push toward the sky.
“You’re exquisite, star fire. You like how this feels?”
“Yes.” The word came out in a breath.
She opened her legs wider for me, allowing me now to brush along the inside crease of her hip, inching closer to where I knew she wanted it.
I blew on the spot, drying the paint and making her squirm.
“Christian,” she nearly whined, her fingers back in my hair.
“I know, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Touch me. Please.”
My cock was so fucking hard already, just hearing her beg for me made it leak. “Fuck, baby.”
Wanting to tease her just a little bit, I dipped the brush back in the paint, stroking it along one side of her pussy, up to create the top of a heart, dipping low but stopping right before it touched her clit, and then trailing down to make the other side of the heart.
“Did you just paint a heart?” she asked. She already sounded breathless.
I smiled, then blew on it again to watch her squirm. Her fingers flexing in my hair. “Yes. Yes, I did.” I tipped my head to look at my handy work. “It looks pretty good, too.”
She huffed a laugh, sounding more and more breathless.
With the paint nearly off the brush, I traced the lines of the heart, each time coming closer and closer to her clit. Each pass made her hips react, tilting up to reach the tip of the brush I still kept out of reach.
Her chest rose with rapid breaths. I was done keeping her on edge.
“Stay there,” I told her.
I got up.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“You’ll see.” I went back to her workroom to grab a clean brush drying beside the sink and hobbled back to her, returning to my position between her legs.
“What—oh!” she gasped, as the brush made contact with her clit. But I didn’t keep it there, again drawing a tiny heart around it, this time with the damp bristles. I blew on it just to see that little bud twitch.
“So perfect, baby. Don’t worry, I’m not going to let you suffer.”
I swirled it around her clit making her moan. Her back arched off the floor as I drew figure eights with the brush, again and again.
“Christian.” Her eyes fluttered closed, letting herself relax into the pleasure.
“You like when I use the brush on your clit?”
“So good. Don’t stop.”
I continued, changing up the brush strokes with each pass over her clit. Writing each letter of our names and Arlo’s name.
“You’re driving me crazy,” she whined. “You can’t be writing letters right now.”
I chuckled. Repositioning myself so my cock could rest against her leg, letting her feel that she was driving me crazy too. I wrote one last thing. The words I’d said to her before but were becoming more and more real. Words that I desperately wanted to hear from her.
She sucked in a breath, her body going still as if she was trying to decipher what I was writing.
Her hands softened in my hair, brushing it tenderly off my forehead.
I lifted my gaze to look at her. Her big brown eyes connected with mine.
They were heavy with need, but also an affection I hadn’t seen from her before.
A feeling that made emotion clog my throat and my heart pound in my ears.
“I love you, Sage Riggs.” I couldn’t help the words, and if I’d swallowed them, I would've choked. I didn’t know it was possible to fall more and more in love with this woman I’d been obsessed with for years.
I had no idea I — or anyone for that matter — even had capacity for this much feeling for one person.
Her fingertips danced along my cheek, scraping down the stubble of my jaw, to hold my face. “I know,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to hear it back from her. Just the way she was looking at me and touching me told me all I needed to know.
“Thank you for letting me love you,” I told her, dipping my head between her thighs.
I set down the brush. Pressing my lips to her inner thigh.
“Thank”
A kiss.
“You.”
Another kiss, this one closer.
“Wife.”
My lips brushed over her clit, her hips immediately jerking up to meet me while she sucked in a breath.
I pressed my lips harder against her, then sucked.
Her fingers went back to my hair. As I sucked, I let my tongue swirl over that swollen bud, just like how I’d used the paintbrush.
Each tongue flick and lap of her clit caused her hips to rock.
“God. That feels so good.” Her words came out breathless.
“You taste so fucking good,” I told her. “This is dangerous, baby. If you’re not going to let me kiss your beautiful lips, I’m going to be living between my wife’s thighs.”
I ran my tongue through her slit, soaking it. She tasted so fucking sweet, like salted caramel. Decadent.
“I might. Just. Let. You. Live. There.” Her words came out on stuttered breaths.
She gripped my hair harder when I plunged my tongue inside her. She pressed herself against me.
“Soak my face, baby,” I encouraged, running my tongue back up to her clit.
I flattened my tongue, firming it to press against her, then sucking it back into my mouth, letting my teeth gently nip at her clit, before soothing it with a swirl of my tongue.
She bucked against my mouth. I gripped her thighs, widening her for me so I could swipe a finger through her soaked center.
“Oh God,” she cried at the contact, tightening her hold to grind herself against me.
Running my fingertip through her slit again while I continued to suck on her clit made her squirm beneath me.
“Put two fingers inside me.”
“Your wish is my command,” I told her, soaking my fingers with her before plunging them inside. Her walls immediately fluttered around them, her body arching.
“Yes,” she cried.
I hooked my fingers inside her, stroking the wall in a come-hither motion, and lowered my mouth back around her clit. I sucked and tasted, pulling my fingers out and then back in to stroke her.
“Christian,” she groaned, pulling on my hair.
The sting in my scalp only made my cock harder, aching for her. I could feel myself leaking on her leg as my body shifted against her. With my free hand, I gripped my cock, stroking it while I pleasured her.
She chased her orgasm, shamelessly grinding herself against my face while I sucked on her clit.
I stopped plunging my fingers in and out, feeling her walls continue to tighten and grip.
She was close. Her hips rocked rhythmically while also pushing down on my fingers that were curled inside her.
Her legs widened as if she was trying to take me deeper.
God, when she finally let me fuck her … If I was obsessed now, I was going to be totally whipped. She could totally degrade me and I’d let her with pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
I didn’t, pressing my fingers right into that spot deep inside her, while I continued to flick my tongue over her clit. I could feel her heartbeat inside her. She was so close. Her breath escaped in short, desperate pants, while she ground against me.
Her legs started to tighten, trapping my hand inside her.
“I’m going to come,” she moaned.
I was pretty sure I was close too, my hand still stroking my cock. But this was about her, not me. I released myself, holding her legs open so I could inch my fingers in deeper and stroke her walls while she came.
Two more strokes of my fingers and lap of her clit, and she was coming undone.
Her body tightened around me, her pussy pulsing as it flooded with her sweetness.
She cried out, gripping my hair to keep me right there while she came.
I could almost feel the blood rushing through her veins where I still held her in my mouth.
Her body spasmed, her legs flexing. I looked up from between her legs to watch her.
Her head was tipped back, her mouth open, and her eyes closed tight.
She looked like she was in complete rapture.
I kept my fingers deep inside her, letting her ride it out to the end, waiting for her body to come down before I slowly pulled them out.
She moaned, her body twitching as my touch still lingered.
“Watching you come was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her.
I couldn’t stop. I ran my soaked fingers through her slit again, spreading her cum over her and up over her sensitive clit.
“Christian.” My name came out like a stilted laugh, like she couldn’t stand the contact.
I did it again. This time, she let go of my hair to whack me in the chest.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to want you to fuck me.”
I smiled mischievously, doing it again. “What’s the problem then?”
“We’re not fucking in my studio. No.” She whacked my chest playfully again. “I call the shots, remember?”
“Whatever you say, star fire. But just for the record, I wouldn’t mind fucking in your studio.”
She laughed while she pushed me off her. “Come on. We should get you off that knee.”
“I’m off my knee,” I told her, motioning to show her my leg had moved to prop itself on hers where I could rub my cock against her.
“I see that.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re looking at my cock and not my knee,” I teased.
She pushed at me again. This time making us both sit up. “Nothing I haven’t seen before,” she teased with a tip of her mouth. “I had to draw plenty of nude models in art class.”
“I saw your model. He was nothing to write home about,” I told her, gripping my erect cock to run my hand over my shaft to make my point.
Her eyes of course went right to it. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. Yep, she wanted me. In her mouth.
“Come on,” I told her, pushing myself up off the ground. “Let’s go home and get ourselves cleaned up.”
She got to her feet, reaching out to help me up. I probably did need to put my leg up because it was starting to stiffen on me and I was well overdue for my meds.
“After a shower, you’re icing and elevating it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her eyes narrowed and she slapped my arm.
“Ow.” I pretended to wince, gripping my arm. “Sorry. I mean, Mrs. Riggs.”
“Don’t be a baby. I barely touched you.”
I smiled then because she looked fierce, her hands on her hips while she stood naked, her beautiful bronze skin painted from head to toe like some ancient goddess.
Her skin was still flushed from coming, her lips parted as she caught her breath.
The messy bun she always wore was coming undone, loose curls framing her face.
“What?” she asked.
“Just appreciating my artwork.”
She looked down at herself, taking in our naked bodies and mess. I thought it might hit her that we may have ruined her floors, but when she looked back at me her eyes were sparkling. My hand went to my mouth trying to cover the laugh that was starting to bubble up.
She was trying to stifle her own laugh but couldn’t when she saw me holding back. She erupted into laughter and I couldn’t help but join in.
“Ow.” I laughed, holding my side. “Don’t make me laugh. My ribs.”
She giggled, taking my arm. “Come on, rodeo star, let’s clean this up and take your broken ass home.”