Canvas and Craving

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.

"Jesus, Elena," Luca said, voice low and rough as he dropped his bag. "You look like you want to eat me alive instead of paint me."

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."

我们没能回到屋里。他一把将我的裙子从头顶扯下，露出我里面什么都没穿。我的奶子弹跳出来，乳头因海风而紧绷。卢卡把我转过去，按在阳台栏杆上弯下腰。石头贴着我肚子凉凉的，他踢开我的双腿。

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

“是的——操我，卢卡。现在。”我向后顶去，饥渴难耐。他把鸡巴对准，狠狠插入，一下子撑开我紧致的小穴，湿滑顺畅。那股充实感让我叫出声来，他开始猛干时，快感如潮水般涌来。皮肤拍打皮肤，我肉感十足的屁股随着每一次深入而晃动。他伸手绕过来揉搓我肿胀的阴蒂，手指沾满我的淫水。

"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."

I came first, hard—vision whiting out as my walls fluttered and spasmed around his pistoning dick. "Luca! I'm coming—don't stop!" My legs shook, juices squirting down my thighs onto the balcony floor.

他没有。相反，他拔了出来，把我转过来面对他，然后把我抱到栏杆上。我的背弓起，悬在通往大海的落差上方，他再次插入，用原始的力量操我。我双腿缠住他的腰，脚跟陷进他结实的屁股，同时他在我的奶子上吸出淤青。

"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."

卢卡咧嘴一笑，慵懒又下流。"除非我先吃到那个湿滑的小穴。教练的命令。"

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.