Sanatorium Room

I stepped into the room and the air between us went thick instantly. Artyom stood by the window in nothing but a towel around his hips, water droplets still glistening on his chest from the shower. Me, Lada, the painter who'd been sketching him for three goddamn days at this sanatorium, couldn't hold it in anymore. My fingers trembled as I locked the door behind me.

"No robe again," I breathed out, setting my easel against the wall. My voice cracked like a teenager's.

"And you're still not looking at the canvas," he shot back with a cocky grin. His eyes crawled down my light sundress, stopping at the neckline. "How much longer are you gonna pretend, Lada?"

I stepped closer. The smell of his skin—fresh, with a faint hint of pine soap—hit me like a shot. My palm pressed against his chest, feeling his heart pound. Hot. Fast.

"I've been dreaming about this since the first session," I whispered, dragging my fingers down his stomach. The towel was barely hanging on. "I'd stand there silent while you posed naked, imagining what it'd be like to touch you for real."

Artyom caught my hand and pressed it against his cock through the fabric. It was already hard, hot, pulsing.

"So touch me now," he growled low. "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment you licked that paintbrush staring at my hard-on."

I yanked the towel down. His thick cock sprang free, the head glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling the velvet skin and steel veins underneath. I ran my tongue along the whole length, from his heavy balls to the tip. Artyom groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"Fuck, Lada... suck me deeper."

I took him in my mouth as far as I could. My cheeks hollowed, my tongue swirling around the head. Saliva dripped down my chin as I bobbed faster. He thrust into my throat, but gentle, letting me adjust. The smell of his arousal drove me crazy.

He couldn't take it anymore. Artyom lifted me in his arms and carried me to the wide bed. My sundress hit the floor along with my panties. I lay before him completely naked, legs spread. My pussy was already soaked, my clit swollen and throbbing.

"Show me how you touched yourself thinking about me," he demanded, kneeling between my thighs.

I ran two fingers along my slit, parting my wet lips. He watched so hungrily I moaned. Artyom leaned down and dragged his tongue from my entrance all the way up to my clit. Hot. Wet. Relentless. I arched my back, gripping the sheets.

"Yes... just like that... lick me harder!"

He pushed his tongue inside me, then added two fingers, fucking me fast and deep. My pussy squelched, my juices running down the inside of my thighs. The orgasm hit me out of nowhere—I screamed, clamping my thighs around his head as the waves crashed through me.

But he didn't let me catch my breath. He flipped me onto my stomach, pushed me up on all fours. His palms squeezed my ass cheeks hard, spreading them. I felt the thick head of his cock press against my wet hole.

"I want all of you," Artyom whispered into the back of my neck. "Tell me you want my cock inside you."

"Fuck me, Artyom... deep, please," I gasped, pushing back against him.

He drove into me with one powerful thrust. I felt myself stretch around his thick shaft, felt him fill me completely. Hot. Tight. Perfect. Artyom started moving—slow at first, letting me adjust, then faster. The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room. The bed creaked in rhythm.

"Your pussy's so tight... squeezing me so sweet," he growled, picking up speed. One hand found my clit, his fingers rubbing circles. The other gripped my breast, pinching my nipple.

I moaned into the pillow, pushing back into every thrust. Sweat ran down my back. The smell of sex—sweat, juices, arousal—hung thick in the air.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned hoarsely.

"Cum inside me!" I cried out. "I want to feel your hot sperm inside me!"

Artyom roared, drove in to the hilt, and froze. I felt his cock twitch, felt powerful jets of cum shooting deep into my womb. That pushed me over the edge into a second orgasm—my pussy clamped down around him, milking every last drop. We shook together, breathing ragged.

When he pulled out, I turned around and took his still-half-hard cock into my mouth, licking clean the mixture of us. Artyom watched me with admiration and fresh hunger.

"This is just the beginning, painter girl," he whispered, tracing his thumb across my swollen lips. "For the rest of this trip, I'm gonna fuck you in every corner of this room."

I smiled, licking my lips.

"Then you paint me now... just use your cock instead of a brush."