Bocetos de sauna

God, his body was driving me insane. The moment Lukas stepped into the private sauna attached to the studio, steam curling around his naked torso, every inch of my skin prickled with want. I’d hired him as my life model for a new series on heat and flesh, but the assignment brief had never mentioned how his cock would hang heavy between powerful thighs or how his hazel eyes would lock on mine like he already knew what I was thinking.

The cedar walls glowed under soft amber lights. A single bench ran along one side, towels folded neatly, the air thick with eucalyptus and the low hiss of stones releasing vapor. I’d locked the door. No one from the office complex would disturb us for the next hour.

“Elena,” Lukas said, voice low and rough, “you’re staring again.”

His accent wrapped around my name like a caress. I swallowed, charcoal already smudged on my fingers.

“I’m working,” I whispered, but my sketchpad stayed on the bench. Heat pooled between my legs, slick and urgent.

He stepped closer, droplets tracing the ridges of his abs. “Then work on me.”

The explicit need won. I dropped the charcoal and reached for him, palms sliding over his damp chest. Our mouths crashed together—hot, open, tongues sliding in immediate hunger. His hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my jaw while I moaned into the kiss. The sauna’s wet heat amplified every sound: the wet smack of lips, our ragged breathing, the faint creak of the wooden bench as he backed me against it.

“Fuck, you’re so soft,” he murmured against my mouth, fingers tugging my thin tank top up. I helped him peel it off, my bare breasts brushing his chest. The contact made my nipples tighten instantly. He groaned, palms gliding down my sides, thumbs circling my hips before sliding into my loose shorts. One tug and they pooled at my ankles. I kicked them away, standing naked in the steam with him.

We stayed locked in that long, devouring kiss, hands exploring. His fingers traced my spine, then cupped my ass, squeezing the firm flesh while I stroked his thickening cock. It pulsed in my grip, growing heavier, the velvet skin burning hot. Pre-cum beaded at the tip and I smeared it with my thumb, earning a sharp inhale from him.

“Elena… touch me like that again and I won’t stay gentle,” he breathed, nipping my lower lip.

“Good,” I whispered back, bolder now. “I don’t want gentle. I want to feel you everywhere.”

He spun me slowly, pressing my front to the warm cedar wall. The wood was smooth against my tits, nipples dragging with delicious friction. Lukas molded himself behind me, his thick cock nestling between my cheeks. One hand stayed in my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head so he could kiss the side of my neck. The other slipped between my thighs, fingers parting my soaked pussy lips.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he growled softly. The sauna’s hiss and our muffled gasps filled the space. Two thick fingers sank into me, curling, stroking that spot that made my knees buckle. I bit my lip hard to stay quiet, but a needy whimper escaped anyway.

“Shhh, baby. Someone might hear how much you need this dick at work.”

I pushed back against him, grinding my ass on his shaft. “Then give it to me. Please, Lukas… fuck me before I lose my mind.”

He pulled his fingers free, replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. In one slow, relentless push he stretched my pussy open, burying every inch until his hips met my ass. The fullness made me gasp, walls fluttering around him. He held still, kissing along my shoulder, one hand reaching around to circle my swollen clit with lazy strokes.

“God, you’re tight… gripping me so perfectly.” His voice was pure gravel. He began to move—long, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every sensitive nerve. The wet sounds of my pussy sucking him in mixed with the sauna’s steam and our shared breaths. I reached back, nails digging into his thigh, urging him faster.

We shifted then. He sat on the bench, pulling me onto his lap facing him. Our mouths fused again in wet, desperate kisses while I sank down on his cock. This angle let him hit deeper, grinding against my cervix with every roll. I rode him slowly at first, savoring the drag, then faster, tits bouncing against his chest. His hands never stopped caressing—palms on my back, fingers in my hair, thumbs brushing my nipples. The constant touching kept the fire roaring.

“Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze.”

The words tipped me over. My orgasm crashed through me, thighs shaking, a choked cry muffled against his neck. He followed seconds later, hips snapping up as hot spurts of cum flooded me, leaking out around his shaft to slick our joined bodies.

We stayed tangled, kissing softly while our heartbeats slowed. The sauna timer clicked off with a soft beep, leaving only the gentle drip of condensation.

Morning light filtered through the studio blinds the next day. I poured two cups of coffee, the rich aroma cutting through the faint scent of last night’s eucalyptus still clinging to my skin. Lukas leaned in the doorway, shirt unbuttoned, watching me with that same heated stare.

“Same time next week for… more sketches?” he asked, voice teasing.

I handed him the mug, our fingers brushing. A small smile tugged at my lips as I sipped, eyes dropping to the fresh marks his mouth had left on my collarbone.

“Definitely. The series isn’t finished yet.”