Oil and Canvas

The moment Lena saw him standing on the dock in nothing but faded swim trunks, the ache between her thighs flared hot and immediate. Sunlight slid over Marcus’s broad shoulders and the hard cut of his abs, and she knew this weekend at the lake house wasn’t going to be about painting at all. She’d hired him as her life model for a new series, but the hunger in his dark eyes when he looked at her said he understood exactly what she really wanted.

“Nice place,” Marcus said, voice low as he stepped inside, barefoot on the warm hardwood. “Private.”

“Very private,” Lena answered, already feeling the slick heat gathering in her panties. She wore a thin white tank and loose linen shorts, nipples tight against the fabric. “The light’s perfect in the studio overlooking the water. But first… I thought we could start with a massage. Loosen you up. My own special blend of oils.”

His eyebrow lifted, a slow smirk tugging at his mouth. “You gonna put your hands on me before you even pick up a brush, Lena?”

She stepped closer, close enough to smell the sun on his skin. “That’s the idea. Strip. Lie face down on the table.”

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He hooked his thumbs in his trunks and shoved them down. His thick cock swung free, already half-hard, heavy against his thigh. Lena’s breath caught. She poured warm almond oil into her palms, the scent of sandalwood and vanilla curling into the air as she rubbed her hands together.

He stretched out on the padded massage table, muscles flexing. The first glide of her slick palms down his back pulled a deep groan from him.

“Fuck… your hands feel good,” he muttered into the cushion.

Lena worked slowly at first, thumbs pressing into the tight knots along his spine, then bolder, sliding lower. When she reached the firm globes of his ass she didn’t stop. She poured more oil, letting it drip between his cheeks, and spread him open with her thumbs.

Marcus hissed. “You’re not even pretending this is professional anymore, are you?”

“No,” she whispered, voice husky. “I’ve been wet since you walked through the door. I want to feel every inch of you.”

She slipped one oil-slick finger down to circle his tight hole, teasing, while her other hand reached underneath to wrap around his now rock-hard cock. Marcus bucked, groaning loud.

“Shit… Lena…”

She stroked him firmly, base to tip, twisting at the head while her finger pressed inside his ass up to the knuckle. The wet, filthy sound of oil and skin filled the sunlit room. His hips started rolling, fucking her fist and riding her finger at the same time.

“Turn over,” she ordered, pulling back.

Marcus flipped, cock slapping against his abs, glistening with oil and precum. Lena stripped off her tank and shorts in one quick motion, full tits bouncing free, her shaved pussy already shiny with arousal. She climbed onto the table, straddling his thighs.

“I need this cock inside me,” she said, gripping his thick shaft and rubbing the fat head along her slippery slit. “Right now.”

She sank down hard. They both moaned as her tight pussy stretched around him, swallowing every veiny inch until her ass met his balls. The heat, the fullness, made her eyes flutter.

“Oh god… you’re so deep,” she gasped, rocking her hips.

Marcus grabbed her waist, fingers digging in. “Ride it, baby. Use me.”

Lena braced her hands on his chest and started bouncing, tits jiggling with every slam. The wet slap of her soaked pussy taking his cock echoed off the lake house windows. She ground her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke, breath coming in short, desperate bursts.

“Harder… fuck me harder,” she begged.

He flipped them suddenly, never slipping out. Now on top, Marcus hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove into her with long, punishing strokes. The table creaked. Oil made their skin slide and smack together obscenely.

“Yes… right there… don’t stop,” Lena cried, nails raking down his back.

He leaned down, sucking one stiff nipple into his mouth while pounding her pussy. The new angle hit her G-spot perfectly. Her walls started fluttering.

“I’m gonna come… Marcus, I’m—”

Her orgasm crashed over her, pussy clamping down on his cock, juices squirting around his shaft and soaking his balls. She shook, moaning loud enough to scare the birds outside.

Marcus kept thrusting through her climax, then pulled out suddenly. “On your knees. I want your mouth.”

Lena slid off the table on shaky legs and dropped to her knees on the rug. She took him deep immediately, lips stretching around his girth, tasting herself on his slick cock. She bobbed fast, one hand stroking what she couldn’t swallow, the other reaching up to roll his heavy balls.

“Fuck… just like that,” he growled, fingers tangling in her hair. “Gonna fill that pretty throat.”

She moaned around him, sucking harder, tongue swirling the sensitive underside. Marcus’s hips stuttered. With a guttural groan he came, thick ropes of hot cum pulsing across her tongue and down her throat. Lena swallowed every drop, milking him until he was spent.

They stayed like that for a long minute, breathing hard. Finally Marcus pulled her up, kissing her deeply, tasting himself on her lips.

“Still want to paint me?” he asked, voice rough.

Lena smiled, cum-smeared lips curving. “Later. Right now I want you in the shower… so I can massage you again. With my tongue this time.”

He laughed low, already hardening against her belly. “Lead the way, artist.”