“Here we are. Don’t pay too much mind to the mess. I’ve been working on new pieces and I like to get my ideas down whenever I get them, hence the papers”, Skai said as she hurriedly cleared the burgundy velvet lounge couch to make room for Dante to sit.
“What’s that?” Dante asked as he walked towards a solitary art piece too large to ignore. “Why wasn’t this displayed tonight?”
“This one’s a little too personal to be shown. It’s the first thing I painted when I could finally lift my hand. It was the only image on my mind for a long time”, Skai said as her eyes glossed over looking at the painting in the soft lighting of the room.
“You had a problem lifting your hand?”, Dante asked with furrowed eyebrows.
“Umm, about three years ago I was in a fatal car accident. Yeah… painting was my redemption”, she replied with a distant look in her eyes.
“Well, it’s nice to see you on your feet”, he responded as he extended a hand to her and pulled her in when she took it. He slowly pulled her in till his arms was round her slender waist and hers over his back. He could feel her warmth. She was fascinated by his thick head of curly brown hair– she ran a hand through it. He took her hand in his, stopping its gentle assault on his hair and whipped her around a little too quickly till they were both facing the magnificent art piece. She was leaned into him to regain her balance and her buttocks rubbed his groin. Softer than I imagined, he mused to himself.
“Explain this piece to me”, he whispered in her ears and visibly saw the goosebumps on her neck to his effect. Good, he smile to himself against her neck.
“So the woman is obviously sitting with her legs spread apart. She’s in such large size ‘cause she represents the world– that’s why the planets form a crown aroung her head. And there he is, much smaller in size, standing at the door of her entrance and wondering if he’s ready for the adventure that her world presents. The journey could crush his being, or it could explode his reality but it’s all up to him. Does he dare to?”
“I dare to”, he whispered as he kisses then bites the sensitive spot where her ear meets her neck.and she melted into him. That would definitely leave a mark.
He turrned her around him to face him again and she could feel his erection against her. His held an offer of a wild, crazy night and she wanted to take him up on his offfer. She kissed him lightly on his lips and that was all the consent he needed. The kiss deepened and with each passing second, it kept getting more intense till all that was left of them was burning fire and desire. His hands roamed all over her her body– every dip and curve driving him insane.
He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, never breaking her their kiss except for the short inhale of air. He took careful steps till he got to the lounge chair and gently put her on it, propping his waist between her legs and rubbing his erection against her mounds.
Skai broke off their kiss and looked up at Dante.She timidly puts her hand under his shirt and trail over his abs. In slow motions, she began taking off his buttons, one after the other till they were all off and hethrew off the shirt from his torso like he was so eager to get back to her lips and her body. Skai, on the other hand, took her precious time. She loved to dee him struggle and wait till she was ready to take him. She sat up and slowly losened the straps holding the bodice of her dress in place and the piece covering up her upper body fell off revealing the most round and perfect pair of breasts Dante ever saw in all his nights of reckless passion with numerous women.
That undid him. He took her lips in his and a pink nipple in his hand, pinching and teasing. She moaned in his mouth, pushing herself more into him. He moved to kissing her neck alternating from licking and sucking and biting. He was intent on leaving a mark, just the way her brush strokes had done to his mind. Then he left a trail of light kisses from her neck down till he got to her breasts. Grabbing them both, he kissed and bit and teased each nipple, alternating between them and her moans were echoing off the walls of the empty room. Music to my ears.
He went back to placing light kisses over her breasts and belly while his hand trailed down to her thigh exposed by her high slit. He lightly trailed his fingers to her inner thighs and as if by instinct, she spread her legs wider giving him access to her sacred temple. No panties. It was like a waterfall around her opening. She was ready for him. Not just yet though.
He teased her clit with his thumb and inserted his middle finger into her warm, soft wetness and her moans sent him to another plane. He continued to work his fingers, progressively moving to two fingers curled upwards feeling her walls tighten and release around his fingers. Fuck. He continued his assault, increasing his speed gradually and watched as she jerked and moaned till she let out a loud whimper.
“That was incredible”, she breathed.
“Ah, but there’s more where that came from”, he said as he hurriedly unzipped his highly uncomfortable trousers and freed his engorged cock.
He looked into her eyes and gently inserted himself into her from tip to base without wasting any second and groaned in relief. Her breath caught and her brows furrowed like she was in pain. He paused, still deep inside her and waited for her to get accustomed to his size. Only a few seconds had passed before she began grinding against him— the look in her eyes being encouraging with a glint of mischief. Yes , ma’am.
Dante began thrusting into her, giving her slow deep strokes that drove her crazy. Still looking deep into each other’s eyes, he picked up the pace and her sighs and moans mixed with his groans echoed off the backroom like forbidden music. She couldn’t care less if anyone heard, this moment was all that mattered.
She couldn’t stop looking into his eyes even if she tried. She put her hand over her bouncing breasts and he took them away, pinning them over her head. They were now so close, they were breathing each other’s air. He continued thrusting, deep and fast and she thought she couldn’t take it anymore till he took one of her heeled legs and placed it over his shoulder. That sent her over the cliff of ecstasy and her eyes widened taking every thrust he gave her till together, they came off the edge.
“Now, that was beyond incredible”, she whispered in a hoarse voice, enjoying the way the light dances in his naughty eyes. She gave him a light kiss on his lips that was a little too intimate and felt him begin to harden again inside her.
Just then, there was a loud, urgent knock on the door.
Dante woke up the next morning with wild thoughts of a certain artist with steely gray eyes on his mind. He had stepped out briefly to attend to an important business call and by the time he walked back in, she had already gone. I’m just going to set up another meeting with her, we could pick up from where we were rudely cut off, Dante thought as he contemplated finding that security guard and rendering him jobless.Picking up his phone, he wanted to dail Skai’s number but instead made a call to his personal assistant as he realized he never collected it. “Have you gotten the art pieces I bought from the exhibition last night? Good. Hope you stayed anonymous? Perfect. One more thing, get me anything and everything you can find on the artist and include her phone number– I know you’re a bloodhound for information. Do this quick and meet me at Lina’s Brew”, Dante ordered. He got up quickly, got dressed and went for coffee at the little cafe to assess the week’s report for his winery,
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God”, Skai cried out as she unsuccessfully tried tying the straps of her halter dress with shaky hands. The knocks were getting louder and any minute, they’d barge in. Dante, though, was cool as a cucumber. He didn’t even bother putting on his shirt, he just got his dress pants zipped, adjusted his belt and sat on the couch like he owned the room.“Where are my shoes”, she asked as she scanned her eyes round the room with no sign of her stilettos.Dante calmly pointed at her toes. She never took them off. “Fuck”, she cursed under her breath, feeling her embarrassment pile over her head.“Hi”, Skai greeted the security guard at the door. She had finally gotten the straps of her dress in a knot that could hold it in place— hopefully— and was red as a cherry.“Oh, Miss Leighton. I heard voices and was worried someone had gotten access to your private back room”.“Oh, no. It’s just me. You have nothing to worry about, sir. Keep up the good work”, Skai assured
“Here we are. Don’t pay too much mind to the mess. I’ve been working on new pieces and I like to get my ideas down whenever I get them, hence the papers”, Skai said as she hurriedly cleared the burgundy velvet lounge couch to make room for Dante to sit.“What’s that?” Dante asked as he walked towards a solitary art piece too large to ignore. “Why wasn’t this displayed tonight?”“This one’s a little too personal to be shown. It’s the first thing I painted when I could finally lift my hand. It was the only image on my mind for a long time”, Skai said as her eyes glossed over looking at the painting in the soft lighting of the room.“You had a problem lifting your hand?”, Dante asked with furrowed eyebrows.“Umm, about three years ago I was in a fatal car accident. Yeah… painting was my redemption”, she replied with a distant look in her eyes.“Well, it’s nice to see you on your feet”, he responded as he extended a hand to her and pulled her in when she took it. He slowly pulled her in
Skai felt her tummy do the somersaults. Tonight was hers—finally, her first exhibition. Yes, her art was erotic but it came from her soul—and the lustful desires that lurk there.“Who’s he?”, Skai asked the assistant, nodding her head towards a tall man obviously admiring her art.“Beats me”, the assistant responded with a shrug.She walked towards him and he seemed so lost, he hadn’t realized she was beside him.“Stunning, yeah?”, she asked in a shy voice as she realized the art he was looking at.Something about the artwork punched Dante in the gut. He stood, wine in hand, mesmerized by the gentle strokes of the brush that painted what at first looked like a flower but on closer look, turned out to be the most visual representation of a pussy. The light blush of pink and the representation of moistness mimicked how a perfectly teased cunt would be. As he gulped his wine, all he could wonder was how that pretty pussy would taste on his tongue.“Hi?”, Skai said as she placed her