To Capture a Thorn (The Society 2)

She stood in only her underwear, her arms crossed over her stomach. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I said.

“You look like you’re in pain.”

Sian went to reach for her clothing, and I closed the distance between us, grasping her wrist. “Don’t,” I said. “Don’t hide yourself from me. I want to draw you.”

Cupping her face, I tilted her head back and took possession of her lips. I slid my tongue across the fullness, and she opened up for me to plunge inside, kissing her deeply.

Her hands went to my shoulders, but she didn’t push me away. I moved closer so our bodies were now flush together.

Gliding my hands down, I went to her ass, and I let her feel just how much I wanted her to be there close to me. The hard ridge of my cock was no joke and the moan that escaped her lips, well, I wanted to hear her making those sounds as I pounded inside her.

Breaking the kiss, I wanted to do something even more, and that was drawing her. I wanted to constantly remember this moment and the only way to do this was to put ink to paper.

“Let me draw you.” I pulled a strap of her bra down her body.

Sian was the one to flick the catch open. “If I’m naked, you’ve got to be naked too.”

“That wasn’t the agreement.”

“It is now. Please, for me.”

Well, she begged so nicely, and I was a nice guy.

Winking at her, I removed my clothes as she took her panties off.

Both of us stood naked, staring at each other. Now I had a problem.

With no clothes on, it was more important to me to fuck her than it was to draw her. She was so tempting. How could I resist her?

“Where do you want me?” she asked.

Bent over. Spread open. On your knees. On your back. You pick, I’ll do the rest.

“Get comfortable on the chair,” I said.

The temptation never went away as I watched her ass move to the chair before disappearing as she sat on it.

I could do this.

With a fresh canvas, I looked at Sian and started to mix my paints, getting the colors just how I needed them.

She sat on the chair, one leg over the other, head resting against her knuckles, watching me.

“That can’t be comfortable,” I said.

“I don’t know how you want me.”

“Relax. Don’t cross your legs. That can’t be comfortable for long.”

Her leg went to the floor, but her head still rested in her hand.

Tapping the end of my paintbrush, I watched her, and then, I put my paints down on the floor behind my easel and walked toward her.

She tilted her head back as I leaned down. With one hand on the side of the chair, I used the other to cup her nipple, sliding my thumb across the puckered end. Sian rewarded me with a moan.

“I don’t see you relaxing,” I said.

“How do you expect me to relax?” she asked.

“So I can draw you.” This time, I kissed her, and as I did, her body sank against the sofa as I worked her body, getting her to relax and to lose that stiffness she’d developed.

Seconds passed, and I pulled away with a smile.

“See, that wasn’t so bad.”

Her legs were slightly parted, her head back, her lips swollen, and her chest heaving. She looked ready to be fucked, but also relaxed while doing it.

Giving her a wink, I stepped away and went back to my easel.

Sian hadn’t moved and as she stayed still, but not stiff, I put my brush to the paper, and began to work on her outline.

Time passed slowly as the picture began to take effect.

“Have you drawn a lot of people?” she asked.

“No.”

“Nudes?”

“Some.” I glanced over the edge of my easel. “This is the first one I wanted to do.”

She opened her mouth and I held my paintbrush up.

“Be careful what you ask in case you don’t like the answer.”

Sian pressed her lips together, and I went back to painting.

It wasn’t my best work yet, but I wanted to capture the essence of the moment. With that accomplished, I put the brush down and closed the distance between us.

Sian got up from the chair, took a step toward me, and then she was in my arms. My lips were on hers, and I lifted her, moving us toward the sofa that wasn’t too far away. Sian straddled me, and I ran my hands all over her body, relishing the feel of her against me.

Her ass. Her pussy. Her tits.

All of her.

She grabbed my cock, working me up and down, drawing my foreskin back.

I groaned, needing more.

She must have felt the same way as she lifted, putting her pussy directly over me, and then sliding down and taking me deep into her cunt.

My hands went to her ass, pulling her down on my dick.