キャンバスと渇望

The moment Luca stepped into my hotel suite overlooking the crashing waves, the air thickened with raw want. I was Elena Voss, the painter whose work sold for six figures, and he was my new life model—tall, sun-bronzed, with a body sculpted like living marble. The seaside hotel in Positano hummed with distant laughter from the terrace bar, but all I could focus on was the way his linen shirt clung to his chest and the thick outline already pressing against his shorts. Tension crackled between us before he even closed the door.

「なんてこった、エレナ」とルカはバッグを置きながら、低くかすれた声で言った。「俺を描くんじゃなくて、生きたまま食い殺したいって顔をしてるよ。」

I laughed, but my pulse hammered. "Maybe both. Strip. Slowly. I need to see every inch for the composition."

He didn't hesitate. Within minutes his clothes were gone, cock already half-hard and heavy between his thighs. I positioned him on the wide balcony chaise, backlit by the Mediterranean sunset, but my hands trembled as I adjusted his hips. The explicit heat hit fast—my fingers brushed the base of his shaft and he groaned.

"Fuck... your hands are warm," he muttered, eyes darkening. "If you're going to touch me like that, at least make it worth my while."

I bit my lip, pussy already slick under my thin sundress. "You signed the release. This is my process." But instead of picking up the brush, I dropped to my knees right there on the sun-warmed tiles. His cock twitched inches from my face, thick veins pulsing. I wrapped my fingers around the base—god, he was big—and licked a slow stripe from balls to tip.

"Shit, Elena... yeah, just like that." Luca's hand tangled in my dark hair, not forcing, just holding. I sucked the swollen head into my mouth, tongue swirling the salty precum while waves crashed below us. The wet sounds of my sloppy blowjob mixed with his ragged breathing. I took him deeper, throat relaxing until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes, gagging softly as saliva dripped down his balls.

He pulled me off with a pop, eyes wild. "Not yet. I want that pussy first."

We didn't make it back inside. He yanked my dress over my head, revealing I wore nothing underneath. My tits bounced free, nipples tight from the sea breeze. Luca spun me around, bending me over the balcony railing. The stone was cool against my stomach as he kicked my legs apart.

"Look at this wet little cunt," he growled, sliding two thick fingers through my folds. "Dripping for your model already? Dirty fucking artist."

"Yes—fuck me, Luca. Now." I pushed back, desperate. He lined up his cock and thrust in hard, stretching my tight pussy in one slick stroke. The fullness made me cry out, waves of pleasure crashing through me as he started pounding. Skin slapped skin, my juicy ass rippling with every deep drive. He reached around to rub my swollen clit, fingers slick with my cream.

"God, you're so fucking tight," he panted, hips snapping faster. "Gonna paint the inside of you with cum if you keep squeezing me like that."

私が先に激しくイった——彼のピストン運動するペニスを締め付ける膣壁が痙攣し、視界が真っ白になった。「ルカ！イく——やめないで！」足が震え、愛液が太ももを伝ってバルコニーの床に飛び散った。

He didn't. Instead he pulled out, spun me to face him, and lifted me onto the railing. My back arched over the drop to the sea as he drove back in, fucking me with raw power. I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass while he sucked bruises onto my tits.

"Again," he demanded, thumb circling my clit mercilessly. "Come on my cock again, Elena. Let the whole fucking hotel hear you."

I did—screaming his name as a second orgasm ripped through me, pussy gushing. The intensity made my toes curl. Luca's rhythm faltered, breath hot against my neck.

"Fuck... gonna fill you up." With a deep groan he buried himself to the hilt and erupted, thick ropes of hot cum flooding my clenching cunt. It overflowed, dripping down his balls as he kept shallow-thrusting through the aftershocks.

We stayed locked together, panting, the sunset painting us gold. Finally he carried me inside to the huge bed, cock still half-hard inside me.

"Round two after I catch my breath?" I whispered, tracing the lines of his abs with a fingertip. "I still need to 'study' that body for the painting."

ルカは怠惰で下品な笑みを浮かべた。"まずそのとろとろのまんこを舐めさせてくれるならな。トレーナーの命令だ"

I laughed breathlessly as he slid down my body, tongue already seeking my cum-filled slit. The night was young, the sea whispered below, and my canvas could wait until morning.