Rooftop Canvas

The late afternoon sun painted the city skyline in gold and fire, but all I could see was her. Lena stood on the rooftop edge in a thin white sundress that clung to her full breasts and hips like a second skin, her dark hair whipping in the warm breeze. My cock was already half-hard in my jeans just from the way she looked at me, that knowing half-smile playing on her lips as she posed for my sketchpad. Tension crackled between us thicker than the humid air.

"Keep still, Lena," I said, my voice rougher than I meant. My charcoal flew across the paper, capturing the curve of her waist, the way the fabric outlined her stiff nipples.

She shifted her weight, letting one strap slip off her shoulder. "Like this, Marcus? Or do you want me... less dressed?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You've been staring at my tits for twenty minutes. I can feel it."

I swallowed hard, setting the pad down on the low concrete ledge. The city hummed far below us, distant car horns and voices that made this feel dangerously public. "You know I do. Fuck, you're killing me." I crossed the rooftop in three strides, my hands sliding up her arms. She smelled like citrus and warm skin. "This was supposed to be a painting session."

Lena laughed softly, pressing her body against mine. Her hand cupped the growing bulge in my jeans and squeezed. "Then paint me like this." She pulled the dress down in one smooth motion, letting it pool at her feet. Naked now except for strappy sandals, her shaved pussy glistened in the sunlight, already wet. Her big tits heaved with each breath, pink nipples begging for attention.

I groaned and dropped to my knees, gripping her juicy ass and burying my face between her thighs. My tongue found her clit immediately, licking in slow, firm circles while she gripped my hair.

"Oh shit... yes, right there," she gasped, hips rocking against my mouth. Her juices coated my lips and chin, sweet and slippery. I sucked her clit hard, sliding two fingers into her tight pussy, curling them against that spot that made her thighs tremble. The city stretched out around us like a voyeur, wind licking at our skin.

Lena came fast, crying out sharply as her pussy clenched around my fingers, a gush of wetness flooding my tongue. She yanked me up, kissing me deeply, tasting herself. "I need your cock. Now." Her hands fumbled with my zipper, freeing my thick dick. It throbbed in her palm, veins pulsing, the head already leaking.

I spun her around, bending her over the wide ledge so she could see the streets below. Her firm ass pushed back against me as I rubbed my cock along her slit. "You want the whole city to watch me fuck you?"

"Yes," she moaned, reaching back to spread herself. "Fill me up, Marcus. Fuck my pussy hard."

I thrust in deep with one stroke, burying every inch inside her slick heat. She was so wet the sounds were obscene, wet slaps echoing off the rooftop walls. I gripped her hips and pounded her, watching her tits swing with every thrust. Her moans grew louder, raw. "Harder... oh god, your cock feels so good stretching me."

We changed positions quickly. I sat on the ledge and she straddled me, sinking down onto my dick reverse-cowgirl so we both faced the glittering city. She rode me slow at first, grinding her clit against my base, then faster, her ass bouncing in my lap. I reached around to pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers while she gasped and cursed under her breath. The angle let me feel every ripple inside her pussy.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again," Lena whimpered, her walls fluttering around me. I thrust up to meet her, spanking her ass sharply. The sound cracked through the air. Her orgasm hit like a wave, pussy squirting slightly over my balls as she shook in my arms.

I couldn't hold back. Lifting her off, I stood and pushed her gently to her knees on the warm concrete. She opened her mouth eagerly, tongue out, looking up at me with those dark, lust-filled eyes. I stroked my slick cock fast, aiming at her beautiful face. With a deep groan I came hard, thick ropes of cum painting her lips, tongue, and tits in pearly streaks. She swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked the rest from her fingers with a wicked smile.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, the city noise rushing back in. Lena stood, pulling me into a slow, sticky kiss. "Best session yet," she whispered against my lips. "Same time tomorrow?"

I laughed, already feeling my cock twitch again at the thought. "Only if you promise to be my naked muse every single time."