Chasing His Muse

I honestly didn’t know what this was. But I do know it was too damn fast for me. I was falling for him also. He knew it, though I didn’t say anything back to him.

We stayed in the studio the whole afternoon, ordered pizza for lunch, and had the leftover cake as our dessert. Then he left me alone for hours, reading on my new window ledge nook. While he sketched and painted me. I could see his movement as he painted.

I rested my eyes and made some coffee, stopping by his side and gave him a hug. “Brenton, what time do you want to take me back?”

“Why don’t you stay the night here?” He put his brush down, washed his hand, and joined me for coffee.

“But I didn’t bring my stuff, I didn’t wake up like this you know. I need my beauty products.” I told him pouted.

“Let’s just go to the mall. We do a quick shopping trip and a quick dash to the pharmacy also, need more condoms with our overzealous sex drive.” He winked at me.

I coughed at my coffee, making him laugh. “Come drink up, we will leave in fifteen minutes.” He said behind me, creeping up his hands through my dress. Groaning as he felt my ass cheeks, knowing that I was wearing a thong underneath my dress.

“Maybe we should leave in another hour. Maybe I need to fuck you first?”

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s leave now.” I decided to put my hands on his shoulder circling around his neck. Making my dress crept up higher, teasing him and kissing his tattooed neck, licking it, biting his ear just as he liked it. He grunted and moaned my name. Then I pushed my pelvis flat to his, making him curse.

“Damn Nikki. You’re such a tease.”

I quickly slipped off of his embrace, and run away from him. He quickly grabbed me, and crushed his lips to mine, making us moaned in unison.

“Let’s go put on your heels, we will go now, then I will confine you to my bed until tomorrow.” He squeezed my ass and kissed me again and again making me whimper in his touch. Then it was his turn, to then abruptly let me go.

Damn him!

He put on his shoes and grabbed his wallet, phone, and put on his jacket. He held out his hand for me, as I took his and we walked together to his car.

The shopping trip was perfect, though he refused my attempts in paying for my stuff. So I let him paid, but then we get to the pharmacy where he got two big boxes of condoms, making my face crimson red. The older lady on the register giggled when he winked at her. Saying that we needed to be really careful, in consummating our relationship.

I was out the door, soonest he finished at the register. I was waiting for him outside when he was finally finished, and we went back to his place.

I laid out our Chinese takeout dinner on the kitchen counter and ate it on the sofa while watching some old black and white movies from his collections.

“I would never guess underneath your tattooed goodness, that you’re actually an old soul Brenton.” I snuggled under his arm, eating our Chinese take out from its box.

“I am an old soul Nikki, I love my old movies. I just think they’re more interesting to watch.” He stated as he steals one of my dumplings.

“Hey! I’m saving that for last.” He just laughed at me and ate it.

“It’s a challenge, my dear Brenton. When you turn your back, I’ll steal one of yours!” I told him.

“You already did love, you stole my heart already.” He winked at me.

I didn’t even realize that my mouth was hanging open until he lifted my lower jaw and closed it up. And I blushed. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my temple.

We continued eating in silence, while my mind wandered all over the place. He kept me close to him. Silently eating his noodles, while watching the black and white movie.

We washed down our dinner with cold beers, then he tidied up the boxes while I made our coffees, and put out the ice cream.

I love my sweets.

I was eating my ice cream when he suddenly kissed me and tasted the ice cream.

“Mmm, nice I like it. Can I have my dessert now please?” He asked. I nodded and gave him another spoon. But he shakes his head and looked at me like he was thinking of another kind of dessert.

Ooo.. okay then…

His hands take the edge of my dress, and pull it off of me, leaving me in my matching red lace underwear.

“Beautiful, sexy.” He stated as he traces his fingers to my lace thong, kissing and nibbling on my neck. Then something cold drips on the top of my breast.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Fuck! It’s cold Brenton.”

“Shhh… let me have my dessert.” He smirked deviously at me. Then he unclasped my bra, and let the ice cream dripped to my nipple, making me moan. My hands were gripping the edge of the kitchen counter.

Damn. I’m getting wet all over the place.

He licked the ice cream from my nipple, sucking it.

“You’re wearing too many clothes babe, I want to have my dessert like you too. Please?” I gave him my best wink. And he laughed but started taking off his clothes, making me sighed in delights.

I took a step forward to him, touching him, feeling his warm skin, his chiseled tattooed chest and abs. Scooping the ice cream with my fingers, and painted it to his chest, looking straight into his eyes as he shuddered under the ice. Then he took my fingers and started licking it one by one sensually.

I lowered my head to his chest and started licking the ice cream off of him. Pushing him back against the counter, my hands were holding on the waistband of his boxers, and slowly sliding inside and touching him while I was licking his pierced nipples. He was cursing and moaning my name.

“Wait here, Nicolette.” He was gone for one minute and back with a condom.

“Turn your back to me, Nikki, I’m fucking you from behind. I want to see your ass, so fucking sexy. Fuck, so wet already.” He positioned himself behind me and grabbed my hips, with one thrust he was in me, stretching me.

I was holding to the edge of the counter, feeling the coldness of it on my tits. “So good, fuck! More baby. Again. Harder. Faster.” He was keeping his pace, then suddenly turned me to face him, kissing me deeply moaning and groaning.

He lifted my leg to his chest, pushing it deeper in me. “Damn, you’re so flexible babe, it’s a fucking turn on.”

“I took ballet. I’m very very flexible. But you are very very hard right now. Fuck. Yes. Just like that! I’m coming Brent, fuck. More!” I could feel him going in deeper and faster as he was also about to come.

Then he took both of my legs and wrapped it around his hips. He pushed me up against the kitchen wall, holding my wrists above my head. Kissing me, groaning as we both climaxed, our bodies glisten with mists of sweats.

Fuck! Every time…