キャンバスと肌

マーカスが湖のほとりで上半身裸でいるのを初めて見たとき、私の筆は途中で止まり、下腹部に熱がたまった。彼はまるで水そのものに属しているかのように桟橋の端に立っていて、背中と肩の硬いラインに太陽が輝き、水滴が私が突然舌でなぞりたくなった道を描いていた。古い杉の湖畔の家が私の背後で軋み、大きなガラスの扉が風に開け放たれていたが、私が考えられるのは、その力強い太ももが私を押さえつける感覚だけだった。

I’d hired him as my model for the weekend, a favor from a mutual friend who swore the ex-personal trainer had the perfect athletic build for my new series. But the moment he stepped inside, towel slung low on his hips, the air thickened with something far more dangerous than paint fumes.

“Elena, you gonna stare all day or tell me what you need?” His voice was low, teasing, that faint Southern drawl curling around the words like smoke.

I swallowed, setting my palette down with shaking fingers. “Pose on the chaise by the window. Natural light. Arms behind your head, legs spread a little. I want to see… everything.”

He didn’t hesitate. Marcus dropped the towel right there in the living room, cock already half-hard and swinging heavy between his thighs as he stretched out on the worn leather. The sight of him—thick, veined shaft resting against a taut stomach, balls drawn up tight from the cool air—made my pussy clench so hard I had to press my thighs together.

「こんな風に、アーティスト？」彼は大胆不敵に私の目を見つめ、片膝をさらに大きく開いた。「それとも、もっと激しくしてほしい？」

露骨なシーンは、私が部屋を横切ったことに気づく前に始まっていた。彼の開いた脚の間の寝椅子に這い上がると、木炭鉛筆が床に落ちてカタカタと音を立てた。汗で滑る太ももに手を滑らせると、彼の肌は私の手のひらの下で熱く、触れるたびに筋肉が跳ねた。

“Fuck, Elena… thought you’d at least pretend to draw first,” he groaned, but his hips rolled up, pushing that thickening cock closer to my face.

I laughed breathlessly, wrapping my fingers around the base. “Changed my mind. This is better reference.” I stroked him slowly, watching pre-cum bead at the tip, then leaned in and licked it off with a flat tongue. He tasted salty, warm, alive. Marcus hissed, one big hand fisting in my messy bun.

“Shit, your mouth… suck it deeper, baby. Show me how an artist handles a real model.”

私は大きく口を開けて彼を受け入れ、唇が彼の太さに伸びながら半分までしゃぶり下ろした。舌の上にのしかかる彼の重み、脈打ちながらさらに太くなるペニスの感触に、肌を震えが走り抜けた。頬をすぼめて強く吸いながら、空いた手で彼の玉を転がした。湿った音を立てる吸引音が日差しの差し込む部屋に満ち、遠くで桟橋に打ち寄せる湖水の音と混ざり合った。

彼はポンという音とともに私を引き離し、目を暗くした。「まだだ。まずはそのまんこに入りたいんだ。」彼は一つの滑らかな動きで私たちの体位を入れ替え、私の背中が寝椅子に当たると、彼は私の薄いサンドレスを引き上げて頭から脱がせた。下にはブラもパンティーもなく、ただ彼のために濡れて剃られた割れ目が光っていた。

Marcus groaned at the sight. “Look at you, dripping already. Been wet for me since I walked in?” Two thick fingers dragged through my folds, circling my swollen clit before plunging inside. I arched with a sharp cry, heels digging into his back.

“Yes… God, yes. Trainer, huh? Show me how you push limits.” My voice cracked as he curled those fingers, stroking that perfect spot until my thighs trembled.

He chuckled darkly, positioning the fat head of his cock at my entrance. “Hold on, Elena.” Then he drove in with one powerful thrust, burying every inch in my tight heat. The stretch was exquisite, almost too much, my walls fluttering wildly around his thickness. We both moaned loud enough to echo off the rafters.

He didn’t start slow. Marcus fucked me hard and deep right from the start, hips snapping forward so his balls slapped my ass with every stroke. The leather creaked beneath us, my tits bouncing as I clutched his shoulders, nails digging into muscle earned from years of training clients.

“Harder,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Fuck me like you own this pussy.”

“Greedy little artist.” He grabbed my hips, angling deeper, pounding so the chaise scraped across the hardwood floor. Sweat slicked our bodies, the scent of sex and lake air mixing into something intoxicating. My clit ground against his pelvis on every thrust, building that electric pressure fast.

彼は突然抜き、私を虚しく喘がせた。「ひっくり返って。お尻を上げて。この締まったまんこが後ろから俺を咥え込むところを見たいんだ。」

I scrambled onto my knees, arching my back, presenting myself like one of my own nude studies. Marcus gripped my waist and slammed back inside in a single stroke, the new angle making me see stars. His pace turned punishing, one hand cracking across my ass with a sharp smack that made me clench around him.

“Again,” I begged, pushing back to meet every thrust. He spanked the other cheek, the sting blooming into heat that shot straight to my core. The wet sounds of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy filled the house—obscene, perfect.

私が先に、突然の激しい絶頂に襲われた。膣が彼のピストン運動するペニスを強く締め付けながら痙攣した。「マーカス…ああっ…イクっ！」長い呻き声に変わる私の声と共に、波が全身を駆け抜け、愛液が彼の竿をぬらし、太ももを伝って滴り落ちた。

He growled, not slowing. “Good girl. Give me another.” Reaching around, he rubbed tight circles over my clit while switching to short, grinding strokes that kept constant pressure inside. The second orgasm hit even harder, my arms giving out so my face pressed into the cushion, ass still high as I shook and squirted lightly around him.

Only then did he let go. Marcus pulled out at the last second, flipping me onto my back again. “Open your mouth.” I did, tongue out, as thick ropes of cum painted my tits, neck, and lips. The final spurts landed on my tongue, salty and hot. I swallowed what I could, laughing softly as he collapsed beside me, both of us sticky and breathless.

We lay tangled on the chaise for a long minute, lake breeze cooling our skin. Marcus traced a finger through the mess on my chest, smirking.

“So… you gonna paint me now, or do I need to fuck you against every window in this house first?”

I grinned, pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Both. But the windows are next.”

太陽が水面に沈みゆく中、私たちの間から軽やかで屈託のない笑い声がこぼれ落ちた。

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