She blushed a deep red, and tried to meet my gaze. I noticed she had a hard time doing it. I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. She tried to focus on placing her paper where it needed to go, and getting her pencils ready.
She began the drawing, and I watched her as she focused on the task before her. Her eyes fell on my cock far more often than I believed was necessary in order to complete the drawing. It was interesting to watch her zone completely out as she turned lines into the human form. We took a break once she had the initial outline done, and I went to have a look. She was sitting down at the easel and I looked over her shoulder.
“Are you going to draw me hard?”
She gasped as I said it, and she whispered, “I'm going to draw what I see, Jet.”
I started kissing the back of her neck and she moaned as my hands found their way to her breasts and I squeezed them. Her nipples were hard and I squeezed them between my fingers. She groaned, and it made my cock push harder against my shorts. She got up from the easel and turned to me. We embraced immediately, and my mouth was on hers instantly. We kissed passionately as my fingers fumbled with her jeans. I needed her now, not later, and I was going to have her. She didn't try to stop me when I pulled her jeans down, allowing her to step out of them. I touched her pussy through her pan
ties and won another moan. She was wet right through her panties, and it just about drove me nuts. I pulled her shirt over her head and took off her bra. My mouth found her nipple and I sucked on it hard. Her head went back, and I knew that if I didn't have her now I would lose my mind. I slid down my boxers and turned her around bending her right over the easel. He bum was high in the air, and that image was burned into my head forever from that moment on.
“Oh, Jet,” she moaned.
I plunged inside her as she cried out. I pumped her pussy, loving how moist and hot she was. She continued to cry out in pleasure, and I closed my eyes every time my cock slid deep into her. Oh yes, this was good. Probably my favorite time ever. This girl was just making every one of my fantasies come true. I continued pumping inside her faster until I could feel her squeezing me from inside. I knew she was about to orgasm.
“Are you going to cum, baby?”
She couldn't even respond. The pleasure just burst through her body as she cried out, her body shuddering beneath me. I filled her up with me right after, and almost collapsed on top of her from my own orgasm. God, she felt incredible.
I bent over her, still inside, and I kissed her back over and over again. “I needed that, sweetheart. I missed you.”
“I missed you, too, Jet.”
I pulled out from her and we both went to the bathroom to clean up before we resumed the project. My cock was still tight within my boxers and I felt I could go round two if we didn't have the drawing to finish.
Her face was flushed as she resumed her drawing, but there was a smile there that I doubted she could wipe off even if she wanted to. She was so sexy it almost killed me to stay in place while she finished.
I wondered what she thought of when she drew, because it was quite obvious that when she began to draw she was no longer in the room with me. Her eyes sort of glazed over and she drifted off into another world. Did she think of me when she was drawing? Especially since I was her subject of choice that particular day, or did she think of someone else entirely? Did her ex ever pop in her mind as she drew lines that resembled the male form?
I would like to think that one day I could wipe his image from her mind completely, so that she would never have a need to think of him again. That was my hope, because considering what little I knew about him, I would never want her to miss a guy like that, but instead be with someone that made her grateful that she was no longer with him.
Maybe she didn't think about people at all. It was possible that when she drew that she imagined places instead of bodies, or maybe her mind went to superficial areas and she thought of last night’s episode of Law & Order or The Office. Did she think about what she was cooking for dinner that evening or what homework she had to do? Was it at all possible that she thought of me just as much as I thought of her? The girl was a mystery, and one that I thought I may never be able to figure out, but one thing was for certain, and that was that I wanted to figure her out. I wanted to know about the things that went through her mind. I wanted to know everything.
What made her happy? Yes, that was very important, and I needed to know that part of her. What made her tick, and what would push her away from me? That was the last thing I would ever want. I had finally won over the little vixen; the last thing I wanted to do was to lose her.
Those were the thoughts that pored through my head as she sat there in silence drawing me. When she finally looked up to let me know she was finished, she smiled in a way that made me think I might be the luckiest guy in the world.
Chapter Five
Natalie
Class had ended, and I was due to get to the training center right after to meet Jet for more self-defense training. I’d had a headache all day, and no amount of pain medication made it go away. I almost teared up when I closed my eyes to try to alleviate the pain. I knew what the problem was; I was stressed out about training with Katie again. I had just about enough of seeing her flirt with Jet, and now that he was my boyfriend I was far less willing to deal with it. I wished that she didn't have to be a part of my training but I understood how important it was for me to work with a female, since in a fight I would only be up against a woman of my own size.
I liked working with Jet, though, and it's not like I ever intended on going in for a real fight, so there was no reason for me to have to train with other women. Well, at least not women who wanted to steal my boyfriend away from me. And this was no normal female; she was gorgeous and more fit then I would probably ever be, and she was “one of the guys.” Guys always loved those girls, the kind who would go to a baseball game and eat hot dogs and drink beers with you. I was not that kind of girl. Not that I would ever be opposed to going to a game, but I had never been before, and I certainly wasn't “into” sports.
I knew that as soon as I saw Katie, my migraine would probably make my head explode. But I needed to get over there and not be late, as the later I was, the more time Katie had to spend with Jet alone. I would just get the session over with and then go home. I’d make myself some tea and a bath, and retire to bed early that evening. It was a surefire way of getting rid of my headache.
When I walked into the gym I looked around. I saw Jet on the bench waiting for me, and after a quick scan around, I didn't see Katie anywhere. Maybe she was still in the locker room changing.
“Hi Jet.”
He looked up from where he was sitting and smiled.
“Hi, baby, are you ready to work hard today?”
“Is it just us?”
He smiled. “Yeah, is that okay?”