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Suddenly, there was real heat coming from behind her. Derek stepped close and put one hand on her waist while he looked over her shoulder. "What do you think of that one," he said, pointing to the picture of a dark haired woman touching herself.
"It's, well, it's erotic." Thia studied it, then whispered. "I can almost feel her orgasm." Damn! Why did I say that?
He slid his hand along her waist, ending over her stomach. He pulled her tighter against him. "I'm glad. That's the goal of anyone who paints, you know, to make the viewer feel what the painting expresses."
His erection pressed against her butt and Thia worried suddenly that she might get what she'd gone there for. Not that Derek might fuck her--God, she wanted him inside her in the worst way--but that she might not live up to his expectations. She didn't have much experience.
With effort, she tamped down her insecurities. "Well, you did an excellent job, then, because um, what she's feeling comes through very well."
"Thanks." Derek's other hand smoothed over the chenille to meet his first hand at her waist. He dipped his head to nuzzle the small spot of skin above the collar of the robe.
The warmth of his breath sent shivers down her spine and heat straight to her pussy. With a shaky hand she set her cup beside the photo album and then leaned into him.
He untied the belt and slid his hands against the bare skin of her stomach. "You're so soft." His mouth against her ear, the low rumble of his voice rolled through her.
Taking a deep breath, which not only gave her courage but plumped her breasts, she shucked off the robe.
Message received, his hands skimmed up her torso tomassage her breasts. She moaned her feelings out on a sigh. Her nipples pebbled against his palms and her skin absorbed the fire coming from his lips, his mouth, and then his teeth as he nipped the skin on her shoulder.
Her thoughts ran wild. Ohgod, ohgod! I shouldn't be here, I should have used common sense.
Turning, she edged onto the table and let him look. His eyes homed in on her nipples, and then he gave her a long, slow smile.
"Perfect," he said.
She tried to smile back. "Am I?"
"Oh, yes." Without shifting his gaze, he pulled his shirt out from his waistband and unbuttoned it. He unzipped his trousers. The bulge hiding just beneath the material was unmistakable.
When he lowered his trousers and briefs, her heart leapt, her breath quickened. He was thick and long. Pre-cum glistened on a large reddened crown that topped several inches of red-veined shaft. A rich thatch of blond hair bristled around the base. He was beautiful, vibrant, strong, and she had to have him inside her.
Before she could say a word he stood naked before her.
Bracing her hands behind her on the table, she lifted her hips, allowing him to pull her panties down. For a brief moment, he stared at her bush. Already the scent of arousal filled the air.
"Leave on your stockings and shoes."
He came forward to pull her close to the edge. Little did he know she was already there emotionally. His arms slid under her thighs, giving support at the same time they spread her impossibly wide. The fur of hair on his stomach mixed with her curly pubic hair. His fingertips stretched far enough to nudge her elbows, and she placed her hands beside her head.
Fiery hot, his mouth nibbled at her breast. His tongue swirled around her nipple and flicked it hard. He gave the same treatment to her other breast and she flung her head back, arching her back, offering him all she had.
Like a trail of fire, his kisses traced down her stomach. She almost shot off the table when his tongue lapped her labia before circling her clitoris. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she held him in place, not wanting him to stop. Her mind was awash with sensation as his tongue flicked down to the entrance to her pussy.
"Oh, my God, please. It's been so long."
Her plea seemed to fall on deaf ears. He took his time, plunging his tongue into her passage and pulling out. In and out, in and out, in and out, in a relentless drive.