From Bully To Beloved

I widen my legs, spreading hers. She only fights it a little, and I spread them so far, it causes her skirt to fully ride up, allowing me a perfect view of her naked legs. When I run my hands down her waist, over her legs, and under her skirt, she moves her hips.

She wants my touch.

The fabric of her thong is wet, and I feel her dampness against my thighs. My hand reaches into her thong, and her ass writhes against my cock. Softly, I brush my finger across her clit. Just once. A feather-light touch, but it’s enough to cause her to jerk against my finger, with restless need for more friction-friction I don’t give her.

“Cal,” she pleads in protest, then points at her canvas, “I messed this up.” She picks up her kneaded eraser to remove a bigger section, and sets it back down. Next, she creates a highlight on my shoulders and arms and settles back into refining the overall tone of the drawing. Subtlety and layering seem to be key, with great attention to the edges. The edges appear to create a sense of realism and depth. Elements in the foreground have harder edges than those more in the distance. Not gonna lie. It’s fascinating to watch her breathe life into the male figure on the canvas, who is looking more and more like me.

“Let’s get rid of these.” I yank on her thong, and it rips easily.

“Hey,” she exclaims, her words raspy. It’s hardly a protest at all. “I liked those.”

“Then next time you come to our bedroom, don’t wear any.”

She knows better than to protest again. Because here she is, fully aroused and perfectly bare for me. It is in her breathing, in her gasps. Feeling more of her wetness against my thighs has my cock hard as steel.

My fingers slide down to her pussy, glide over her folds, keeping away from her center, depriving her of what she really wants, sensing her body shudder with each stroke.

She moves her hips in protest, struggling to keep her hand on the canvas, ceasing to draw. “I…can’t…concentrate.”

“Keep going. Don’t stop.” She returns to the canvas, now smudging and blending some of the lines into lighter, finer areas. Her moves are jerkier than before, but she has enough experience to not let that stop her.

Her skill turns me on, not a question.

Grabbing her hips, I lift her up to position her over my dick.

“Cal,” she bites out. “What…are you doing?”

“Let me be inside you while you continue,” I growl, smiling.

“Really?” she breathes, turning her face to mine. “I won’t be able to keep my hand steady…”

“I’m not fucking you. I want you to work on your masterpiece with my cock inside of you,” I say, grabbing her face and forcing it back to the paper.

I want to reach for a condom, but at this point, I can hardly think straight. She’s on the pill. We’ll be fine. Holding her hips, I slide her down my length slowly, her wet pussy more than eager to take me in.

She moans as she glides down my cock.

Feeling her bare makes me black out a little. Nothing’s between us, she feels like silk-soft, hot, slick silk. Downright perfect.

When I glance down, I can’t hold back a groan. My cock is fully inside her, basically spearing her. Sera places the charcoal back onto the canvas.

I’ve stopped moving, allowing her to regain her composure and pace. She’s capturing the rougher texture of the fabric beneath me and the smoothness of my naked hips. Next, her hand is refining my abs, adding more and more gradual layers with her skillful hand, resulting in matte, deep blacks, and a fascinating contrast between light and dark values. For the most part, I hold still, watching her, giving her time to concentrate.

Now and then I move a little, push my dick in a little, flex it, pulling gasps and protests from her lips. My hands are back on her tits, and each time I squeeze her nipples, her pussy squeezes my cock, and gushes juices down my thighs. It’s beautiful. It takes everything not to start slamming into her, fuck her senseless.

My eyes shift back and forth between the canvas and her. “You look quite exquisite with my cock inside of you. But don’t move. Concentrate.”

She nods.

I let my left hand slide down her stomach, down between her folds. She’s warm, drenched, swollen. Sera’s breath sharpens at my touch. Her sweet cunt feels like satin, her pussy is so soft, but it has the opposite effect on me. My thumb glides across her clit in slow, lazy circles, giving enough pressure to cause her body bliss. Her little button is sensitive and enlarged, and incredibly receptive to my touch.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, my God…so good.” Her body jerks, and she drops the charcoal stick. “Cal…”

I withdraw my hand mid-circle and deliver a sharp, precise slap on her clit. Her hips buck and a startled cry sneaks past her lips. “I said don’t stop. If I catch you disobeying one more time, I won’t let you come.”

“So…unfair,” she croaks from the loss of pleasure and picks up a charcoal pencil, wiping away a mistake with her finger, before placing the tip of her pencil back on the paper. She’s now drawing my dick, quickly capturing the sharpest-looking detail, lifting lighter areas of midtones to smooth transitions.

I resume my tease between her folds, keeping my movements slow, drawing her closer to an orgasm.