He cranked up the heating in the studio and draped fine voiles over the windows to give a delicate a muted light. She’d agree to pose for him sometime, hopefully today was that time.
When she walked out of the lift all previous ideas escaped him.
Her leather pants looked sprayed on, the curve of her ass just visible below the jacket hem.
The pleasantries didn’t last long. All of a sudden his lips crashed onto hers. She responded in kind, her fingers digging into his biceps, devouring his him back, hands roaming, breath coming thick and fast. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips as he hoisted her up with one arm, the other steadying up her back, as they maneuvered around his studio, only breaking the kiss when her butt hit his workbench, rattling the assortment of paintbrush filled jars left there.
His lips buried into her neck and his fingers fumbled with the belt on her jacket. She helped him undo the knot and then reached for his shirt. A button pinged off somewhere in her haste, then tugging the white t-shirt out of his jeans. Her hands slipped under the shirt, nails skimming across his lats; not hard enough to hurt or to leave marks, but enough to make him moan into her shoulder and pull her pelvis against him.
He yanked open her jacket, kissing and nibbling across her collar bone and down to the edge of her crop top. His hand rested on her midriff, fingers lightly brushing the exposed skin, delicate in contrast to the harsher pressure of the rest of his body, that was effectively pinning her in place. Her back arched and she let out a low groan when his tongue darted under the material to sweep across the swell of her breast and dip into her cleavage. He could feel the heat radiating off her, building up between their worked up bodies, and taste the salty sheen of sweat beginning to form on her skin.
He unzipped her pants, and tried to slide a hand down the front of them, but found they were far too tight. He was painfully hard, his own jeans having little give for this kind of excitement and he frankly wanted to get them both naked as fast as possible … but the soft leather under his palms felt too good. His aroused brain tried to figure out the quickest and easiest way to do this without losing that edge from that material.
His lips moved back up her neck, stopping when he reached her earlobe. “Turn around,” he whispered and heard her low growl. Goddamn, that sound she’d just made? He didn’t ever want to forget that low, guttural groan.
He leaned back, giving her room to move, He groaned loudly when he hip grazed his crotch as she turned in his arms, before bracing her hands on the bench in front of her.
He tugged at her pants, and it was no mean feat getting them over her hips. He finally succeeded in yanking them down her thighs just enough to expose her backside and cursed loudly when he saw it barely covered in delicate scarlet lace.
“Is there a problem?” she teased, her voice filled with amusement.
“Nope, not a fucking thing,” he replied running his fingers under the edge of the elastic. She shimmied backwards and he chuckled a little, before nudging the lace to the side. Unzipping his own jeans, he tugged them down to mid-thigh and placed his hand in the middle of her back, urging her forward. She bent over, resting her elbows on the wooden bench and his hand slipped between her legs finding her wet and ready. They both moaned when his fingers brushed across her clit.
“Please,” she breathed and he grinned, then pressed into her, slipping inside easily, his breath ragged. He moved quickly, his hands grasping her hips, holding her still as he thrust forward into the wet heat, the leather gathered high on her thighs holding them close together.
His thumbs pressed into the flesh of her ass reveling in the soft feel of her skin as he fucked her. Probably leaving bruises, but he’d make that up to her later, For now he was close, way too close already, and he reached around her hip and between her legs, urging them as far apart as possible until he could get a fingertip to her clit and rub quickly. Her back arched, her fingers dug into the wood of his workbench and she made that sound again, the deep, primal groan as he hit the perfect spot.
He felt a trail of sweat run down his forehead. fucking fully clothed, whilst insanely erotic, was proving to not be the best idea. A combination of the ambient warm room and the heat they were radiating was intense. His whole body screamed for air to cool his skin and he could feel that slick sheen on her skin too. He rubbed harder on her clit. Her breathing started coming in gasps, as she screwed herself back onto him, and with each thrust he could feel her body tense a little.
“Oh fuck,” she panted, as her inner muscles clenched around him, dragging him over the edge with her as she came. Her whole body trembled and his head spun as he fought to stay upright, his knees threatening to buckle at any moment.
As they slowed, he leaned his hands either side of her waist, and saw her rest her head on the bench, her chest was heaving for air the same as his.
“Well, that wasn’t quite how I planned the afternoon,” he said, and felt her body vibrate with laughter.
“There was actually a plan?” she asked. She straightened up as he pulled out and leaned back against him, his arms immediately wrapping around her middle, holding her close, his lips planting a soft kiss into the nape of her neck.
“Oh yeah, kinda.” he answered.
“Wanna share?” she asked, still smiling.
“Well…there was a bed…” he said, “and you know…a lot fewer clothes.”
18/11/17
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