A Work of Art

Pansy gave herself over to his kiss, reaching out and cupping his face as his lips parted and their tongues met. His kiss was fabulous and sensual, but ended all too soon for her. They parted after a moment.



Pansy resumed her position with a calm look on her face. It was enough for Ron, since he had obtained the look he wanted yesterday. He was adding color now, the color of her body. The red of the platform and sheets he would add later on his own, that way she didn’t have to stay in the positron if she didn’t need to.



He kept his eyes on her, memorizing the fluid lines of her body, making sure he got the right shade of her skin. She was flawless and he wanted to make sure the world knew she was flawless. She was watching him, that same look of longing in her eyes. It was driving him to thoughts of fornication, wild abandoned fornication.



To be able to take her in his arms was a thought that ruled his mind from the first moment he saw her in that flimsy slip. To be able to taste her skin was a fantasy of his since the moment he oiled her sore muscles. He worked with a drive and urgency to capture the living perfection that posed for him. She said nothing, not one complaint, just breathed in and out as he immortalized her visage.



She gazed at him as he let the artist take over his mind, body and soul. To watch him work was a phenomenon to behold. His whole being was taken in by her pose and the need to paint her. She straightened her back slightly and immediately Ron saw the slight change in her position.



She couldn’t help it. She let her hands drop, and the scrap of cloth fell to her lap. Ron’s brush fell to the ground in a clatter that echoed through the studio. He stepped out from behind the easel, and took a step forward. Pansy took the cloth and in a single swipe, tossed it to the floor. Standing, she held her head high and let Ron look at her.



Nude and glorious, she waited for him, her smooth and shiny skin, her eyes locked with his. He approached the platform and looked up at her, his life sized statue that came to life for him. He knelt down on the step and raised his eyes to her, taking his hands and holding her curvy thighs.



She drank in the image of his kneeling at her feet, paying homage to her form. The world would be teased with the wonders of what was behind the cloth that hid her, but today Ron would feast at the delights of her body. He reached around and held her ass in both hands, pulling her forward to bury his face in her neatly trimmed curls. He inhaled deeply, smelling her juices.



Pansy let her hands run through his hair as she watched him breath in the effects he had on her. He gripped her waist and brought her down to sit in front of him. She let her knees bend on either side of him, opening her legs to embrace his hips.



Ron reached up and held her face gently leaning in to kiss her. His lips barely touched hers, but Pansy felt it. Lifting her arms she reached for his t shirt, and slipped her hands underneath, feeling his warm skin. He let out a small moan against her lips as she touched him, circling his waist.



Ron dutifully lifted his arms up as she brought the worn and weathered shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Pansy looked at his firm chest, running her hands flat along his ribs and up to this shoulders. Ron’s let his head roll back and closed his eyes as she explored.



Pansy wrapped her arms around his waist and brought her chest against his, resting her cheek against his breastbone and squeezing him tightly. Ron circled her shoulders with one arm and caressed her back with the other.



Taking her shoulders in his hands, he eased her on her back and let his hands slide down her body, easing over her breasts and hardened nipples. Pansy closed her eyes as he sculpted her stomach and hips, moving down her thighs. She did nothing but enjoy his hands as they opened her legs and hooked her thighs on his shoulders.



He tongued her pussy, dipping in to feed off her juice, sending her nerves into wild frenzies. She reached up and held her hands against her chest. She clutched at his fingers as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He was remarkable, making her feel things she had long forgotten. Marcus had never paid this kind of attention to her.



Ron lapped and sucked on her pussy, eagerly drinking the sweetest wine he had ever been offered. He couldn’t get enough, he buried his tongue as deeply as he could. He sucked her pleasure button, listening to her squeals of delight. This was the greatest joy to his ears, hearing a woman loose herself to the joys of his ministrations.



Pansy let herself go, clutching his hands tightly to her chest and she felt herself being hurled over the precipice buy Ron’s talents.



She howled out as she released her essence on his tongue, which Ron enthusiastically lapped up, cleaning every inch of her. “You taste sweet.” He whispered against he pussy. She heard him, loud and clear, his voice sinking into her very soul with his words.



She sat up again and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a fierce kiss. She tasted her own release on his lips, felt the passion of his own arousal against her thigh.



While they kissed he frantically unfastened his belt and jeans, pushing them past his hips. Pansy reached down and wrapped both hands around his cock. Ron threw his head back and let out a hiss. Pansy kissed and sucked his neck while she stroked him gently.



He was pure stone wrapped in velvet skin, and Pansy explored every inch of him. Reaching down she cradled his sac in her palm. Ron let out a groan and dropped his forehead on her shoulder.



“Am I hurting you?” She asked, although she knew she wasn’t.



“No,” he said, in a heated breath, “I’m fine.” He stared thrusting into her hands. She rolled her thumb over his eye and ran the drop that leaked out down the underside of his shaft. Ron let out another groan and his arms tightened up.



She released him and hugged his shoulders attacking his mouth with a savage need. Ron returned it and gripped her hips, pulling her forward as he slid inside her. Pansy let out a breathe as he filled her completely, burying himself to the hilt.



Ron would never find words to describe the feeling of submerging himself inside such a welcoming wetness. “Oh woman…” he gasped out, “I have never felt such an embrace before.” Pansy let herself drown in his words. He was an artist, no plain words for this man. He spoke in words that drove themselves into Pansy’s soul.



“Ron you feel unbelievable.” She whispered into his ear. “I love how you feel.” She couldn’t stop the words from escaping.



Ron moved slow and easy, thrusting deeply. Pansy let herself fall back on the platform. Ron took her legs and raised them up to his chest, hugging them close and he moved inside her.



Pansy gripped the blanket underneath her body as she was moved back and forth. Ron took her ankles in both hands firmly, holding them out to each side. Spread eagle and held open Pansy writhed and moaned under him. Ron looking intently at his lady.



She was losing herself to the feelings he was giving her. Letting herself give into her baser needs. She never felt this way before, she didn’t have to act. There was no need to pretend. She could be just as she is. She could let out her desires and cravings.



She looked at Ron, and focused her gaze on his eyes. He slowed his thrusting when he saw her face. She was thinking of something, she wanted something, he could tell.



She pushed on his shoulders and rolled away from him. He watched as she climbed up and got on all fours. She looked to her side at him. “I’ve never done it this way before.” She told him.



“You haven’t?” He asked shocked. “Most men love this position.” He said, while climbing up and moving behind her.



“I guess not the men I’ve been…OH!!!!!!” She was silenced when Ron thrust deeply in a sharp movement.



“What was that?” He asked keeping a firm hold on her hips.



“None of the men I’ve been …..AH!!!!” She was cut off again by another thrust.



“None of them wanted this then?” He asked staying imbedded deeply.



“NO!” She hollered out. “Where’s the gentle loving?!” She cried as he thrust again, and her body lurched forward.



“You want me to fuck like an animal, so I’m going to fuck like an animal.” With those words he let his body take over and began drilling into her with fervor that he had long kept under control. He released everything into Pansy, letting her feel the fire from his body.



“YES, RON…..MORE….MORE……” He responded to her cries and leaned over her, reaching for her clit, rubbing it frantically. “AHHHHHH YYYESSS!!”



“That’s right my lovely lady, come on now, sing for me.” He murmured in her ear. “Let me hear you.”



“Ah ah ah ah ah ah oh gods Ron..aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!” She thrust her ass back into him and let her head drop down as she climaxed hard.



Ron held himself in check while she tightened down on his cock. The moment her orgasm subsided he flipped her over on her back, and slid back inside her.



Driving his own body to release, he rode her hard and fast. She locked her legs around his waist and arched into him, still feeling the last waves of her peak. He crushed her lips in a hard kiss and yelled into her mouth as he came hard, spilling thick creamy cum into her.



Pansy clung to him, feeling his body flexing hard as he came. His cock throbbed inside her until it had spewed every last drop. Ron dropped his weight on his elbows and panted over her. Pansy didn’t let go of him. She held him close, keeping her legs and arms around him.



Ron planted small kisses all over her face. Cradling her head in his hands. They stayed where they were the rest of the afternoon, languishing on the platform.