I knew it. The piece was decently nice to look at, but it didn’t come across as anything meaningful or unique. I wasn’t sure what to add or how to fix it and I was running out of time.
"You’re right. I don’t know how to fix it though. I guess, I’ll have to skip out on this contest after all..." I said regretfully.
"I think...the painting needs to be a little more alluring...and sexy..." Ethan whispered seductively into my ear.
His hands were already on my breasts before I could react to his words. I cried out his name in surprise as his hand began groping and squeezing my breasts. It’s late and no one should walk in on us but I’m in the middle of working right now...
"Ethan...let’s do this when we’re back..." I suggested softly.
"No...I want you now. I did come all this way..." Ethan replied as he nibbled lightly on my ear lobe.
My breathing quickened at his seductive touches. He’s always so good at turning me on. I had already lost count on the times that we’ve had sex late in the night in this art studio. I bet Ethan had sex with me here more often than the times he actually worked on his artwork.
"I have to...work..." I protested.
"Then work. I never told you to stop. Keep on painting, Malissa," Ethan said in an amused yet serious tone.
As if not to bother me any further, his hand left my breast for a moment. As I breathed a sigh of relief, his hands were suddenly on my thighs before it slid up my thighs and under my skirt. I let out a soft moan when I felt his fingers stroking me through my underwear.
I could feel his hands as they lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties. My breathing was still labored from my own orgasm, but it was clear that Ethan was ready to move on to the next step.
"Bend over a little...and don’t forget to keep working on your painting..." Ethan reminded me.
I heard the sound of him hastily unbuckling his belt and removing his pants before I felt the heat of his cock at my wet entrance. Ethan grabbed my hips and thrusted his cock into me without warning. I screamed wildly as he pumped his swollen rod into me from behind. I couldn’t continue painting at all as I focused on the sensation of his cock pounding into my pussy.
It felt so satisfying to be filled completely by him. I moaned repeatedly as his cock stirred up my wet insides and rammed against my womb. He’s in so deep and my hips were thrusting back to grind against him. We rocked our bodies together in need as we coupled.
"I love fucking you, Malissa. I want to keep fucking you like this forever..." Ethan groaned passionately as he began thrusting into me more forcefully than before.
After a while of wild thrusting, we both reached our climax. I felt so exhausted from cumming twice in a row. When Ethan withdrew his cock from my pussy, I lost all strength in my legs and slid down onto the floor. Ethan was still standing though, and his eyes were on my painting. While he was fucking me hard from behind, I had managed to add a few more layers of color.
I wasn’t sure what he would make of it though.
"Beautiful...and sexy," Ethan complimented.
"Really?" I asked in disbelief.
"If this doesn’t win in the contest, then I don’t know what would..." Ethan said with so much conviction that I was forced to believe him.
--To be continued...