The Curve of Her Spine

The massage studio smelled of eucalyptus and warm oil, and I was already hard before she even took off her robe. That's the thing about being an artist—I see bodies for a living, but Maya's body was a landscape I wanted to get lost in.

"You're staring, Daniel," she said, not turning around.

"I'm studying my subject."

She laughed, soft and low. "You've been studying me for three sessions now. When are you going to actually paint?"

I set down my sketchbook, the charcoal smudging my fingers. "Maybe I like the preliminary work better."

Maya finally turned, and the robe slipped off one shoulder. She was round in all the right places—soft belly, heavy breasts, hips that could crush a man if she wanted. She caught me looking.

"Your hands are shaking," she observed.

"They do that when I'm inspired."

She walked toward me, and the robe fell to the floor. "You know what I think?"

"What?"

"I think you're not here for the massage at all." She stopped inches from me, her warmth radiating through my thin t-shirt. "I think you want to touch me."

My throat went dry. "I do."

"Then stop pretending."

I reached out, my hands finding her waist. Her skin was impossibly soft, and she let out a small breath as my fingers traced up her sides. "God, Maya. You're beautiful."

"Don't patronize me."

"I'm not." I pulled her close, feeling the press of her belly against my hardening cock. "I'm being honest. You have the kind of body artists dream about—all those curves, all that softness."

She kissed me then, hard and hungry, and I forgot how to breathe. Her hands fisted in my hair as I walked her backward toward the massage table.

"Daniel," she gasped between kisses. "I've wanted this since the first session."

"Me too. Couldn't stop thinking about your ass in those yoga pants."

She laughed against my mouth. "You're such a cliché."

"I know." I lifted her onto the table, spreading her thighs. "But you're still here."

Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I could feel the heat of her through my jeans. "Take these off," she demanded, tugging at the button.

I fumbled with my belt, and she laughed at my clumsiness. "Nervous?"

"Terrified. You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen naked."

She pulled me down on top of her, and I groaned at the contact. Her softness pressed against me everywhere, and I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in.

"Stop being sweet," she whispered. "Fuck me."

I didn't need to be told twice. I positioned myself at her entrance, and she was already slick. When I pushed inside, she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders.

"Fuck, Daniel. Yes."

I moved slowly at first, savoring the tight heat of her. She arched into me, her moans growing louder with each thrust.

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

I grabbed her hips and drove into her, and she cried out. The table creaked beneath us, her tits bouncing with every impact. I watched her face—lips parted, eyes half-closed—and I knew I was done for.

"God, you feel incredible," I groaned. "So fucking tight."

She smiled, a wicked thing. "You like my fat pussy?"

"I love it." I leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans. "Love everything about you."

She pushed me back, rolling over onto her hands and knees. Her ass was a perfect round thing that I wanted to bite, and I didn't resist. I grabbed her hips and slammed back inside her.

"Yes! Just like that!"

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. I reached around, finding her clit, and she whimpered.

"Please, Daniel. I'm close."

"Come for me, baby."

She came with a cry, her walls clenching around me. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I buried myself deep, spilling inside her with a groan.

We collapsed onto the table, breathing hard. She turned her head to look at me, a lazy smile on her face.

"So," she said. "When do we start the painting?"

I laughed, pulling her close. "Give me five minutes."

"I'll time you."

We lay there, listening to each other's breathing, her soft curves pressed against me, and I knew I'd never look at a canvas the same way again.