...In His Studio...

I was sketching at his studio one afternoon when he slipped his hand under my shirt. My breath caught as his fingers found the soft skin of my back, tracing patterns that made me shiver... He leaned in close, whispering how beautiful I looked sitting there with the light on me, half-shadowed by a canvas behind. His touch sent sparks flying through me and before we knew it, we were kissing passionately... He guided me onto the floor, my body cradled between his knees as he lifted my shirt over my head... His eyes drank in every curve of my skin, tracing each one with gentle reverence... I arched into him, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm, lost in the moment... His lips trailed down to my breasts and neck, biting lightly at the sensitive spots that made me gasp out his name... We were tangled up there on a pile of sketches and canvases... The air thick with desire as he filled me, thrusting deep until I couldn't hold back any longer and let go in waves of pleasure... ...We lay there catching our breaths later, wrapped around each other like that... It was something none of us expected but neither could we deny it...