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The Model's Heat

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The sauna door clicked shut, sealing us in cedar and steam. I was there to sketch, she was there to pose, but the second Lena let her towel drop to the bench, every rule of professional distance evaporated with the hiss of water on hot stones.

"Don't look at me like that, Marcus." She stretched, arms overhead, the muscles of her back rippling under that smooth, damp skin. "You've seen every inch of me a hundred times."

"Not like this." My voice came out rough. "Not when you're looking back."

She turned, and the heat hit me harder than the steam. Her tits were perfect, heavy, tipped with nipples the color of rosewood. A thin sheen of sweat traced the curve of her waist down to the dark triangle between her thighs. She was already wet. I could see it.

"Then stop looking." She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her soap and her skin and something else, something raw. "Start touching."

My sketchbook hit the floor. My hands found her hips, and she made a sound, low and satisfied, as I pulled her against me. Her mouth found mine, and it wasn't gentle. It was teeth and tongue and the taste of salt, and her fingers were already working at the knot of my towel.

"Fuck, you're hard already," she breathed against my lips.

"Three weeks of you posing naked in my studio." I slid a hand up her back, feeling the slick heat of her skin. "You think I wasn't thinking about this?"

"I was hoping." She pushed my towel away, and her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slow and deliberate. "I was hoping you'd crack."

I groaned, my head falling back against the cedar wall. Her grip tightened, her thumb circling the head, smearing the slick bead of pre-cum. She watched me, eyes dark, lips parted.

"Lie down." She pushed me onto the bench, the wood hot against my back. "I want to taste you."

She knelt between my legs, and I watched her tongue slide out, slow, savoring. She ran it along the underside of my shaft, from base to tip, and I shuddered. Then her mouth was on me, wet and hot, and she took me deep, her head bobbing, her throat working as she swallowed me whole.

"God, Lena..." My hands tangled in her damp hair. "That's it, just like that..."

She hummed around me, the vibration shooting through my entire body. She pulled off, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock, and smiled.

"Your turn."

She straddled me, and I didn't need an invitation. I sat up, my mouth finding her breast, sucking hard, swirling my tongue around that stiff nipple until she gasped. Then my hands were on her ass, lifting her, and she was lowering herself onto me, inch by agonizing inch.

"Fuck, Marcus..." Her eyes rolled back as I filled her. "You're so deep..."

She rode me slow at first, a sensual rock, her hands braced on my chest. The steam curled around us, and the only sounds were her soft moans and the slap of our bodies. I gripped her hips, guiding her, pushing deeper with every stroke.

"Harder," she demanded. "Don't be gentle."

I flipped her onto her back on the wide bench, her legs wrapping around my waist. I drove into her, hard and fast, the way she wanted. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she cried out, a raw, guttural sound.

"Yes, yes, fuck me, don't stop..."

The heat was oppressive, intoxicating. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto her chest. I lowered my head, dragging my tongue across her collarbone, tasting the salt.

"I'm close," she gasped. "Don't you dare stop."

I didn't. I pounded into her, relentless, until her whole body tensed and she came with a scream, her pussy clenching around me, milking me. The feeling tipped me over the edge, and I came with a deep, guttural groan, burying myself as deep as I could, spilling inside her.

For a moment, we just lay there, panting, the steam thick around us. She was smiling, a lazy, satisfied smile.

"So," she whispered, tracing a finger down my chest. "Was that better than sketching?"

"Different." I kissed her forehead. "But I need a new pose for the next piece."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Let's go again." I pulled her closer. "I'll show you."

CATEGORIES: [Sauna, Artist, Rough sex, Creampie, Passionate Sex]

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