AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Once I was done with the rough outline, Kren joined me. He pulled his seat up behind me and sat with his legs on either side, his chin resting on my shoulder, lightly kissing me on my neck as he whispered in my ear.
I was torn between wanting to complete the painting and wanting to straddle him. I would focus on the painting, I told myself. I would focus on it and let myself enjoy little breaks with him, so he could “reward” me for doing him this favor.
“Did the leaves look like this?” I said.
He leaned forward and took my hand in his and helped draw the shape of the leaves. They were strange, long and narrow, with little strands like fuzzy hair sticking out the top.
His arm brushed against mine and I swore I felt crackling electricity between us.
“Like this,” he said. “With soft strokes.”
I turned my head slightly to one side. I didn’t even need to lean closer to him. He was right there, his lips less than an inch from mine. I placed my hand on his bulging crotch. My voice was husky when I spoke.
“Like this?” I said, adding my own soft strokes.
His eyes fastened on mine and his breath tickled my cheek.
“Just like that.”
I’d never been able to stick to my own rules, so why start now?
I pressed my lips to his and he thrust his tongue in my mouth. He scooped his arms underneath my knees and across my back. Our lips never left each other as he carried me to the bed and lay me down.
A painter couldn’t just work, work, work. She needed to draw her inspiration from somewhere. She needed experience.
His hard body and throbbing cock were where I found mine.
My muse.
12
KREN
I groaned loudly and thrust violently inside her, letting my juices flow freely.
Every moment of lovemaking with her was unique and special. Every plunge into her glorious folds brought a gasp from her throat and she threw her head back in ecstasy.
We panted for breath, our bodies slick with sweat.
“Awesome,” she said between gasps. “I know I say it every time but… awesome.”
She struggled to roll up onto her side before sitting on the edge of the bed. Then she shimmied my T-shirt down over her nakedness.
“Right. Back to work!”
It was the middle of the night and she didn’t stop until she had sketched every element she intended on painting later. I answered every question she asked about the details. It even helped me remember certain aspects I’d long since forgotten.
There were crops in the background. They didn’t belong to me or my family but I used to play among them with my friends.
We would pluck the ripe fruit from the trees as we ran and played, dodging between the plants and playing a game not dissimilar from Earth’s tag.
When she didn’t have any questions to ask, I scooped up my notepad and sketched and doodled and just enjoyed making my own little designs.
Every so often I would look across at her and smile at the focused expression on her face. I loved the way her hair clung to her brow and the T-shirt would rise up and expose her nakedness underneath.
Then I would carry her to the bed and have her once more.
Other times, I would be sketching and glance at her, finding her looking at me. At first, she quickly looked away and concentrated on her painting, but other times, she kept her eyes focused on me.
