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“I am an artist; I draw and paint.”
“Can I tell you something?” Alessia asked.
“Of course.”
“You’ve probably heard this a lot, but you’re a very gorgeous man. From the moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was paint you.”
I laughed aloud and smacked the table. “Oh, is that right? You want to paint me like your French girls, huh?”
She smiled from ear to ear. “Ahh… so you can joke? I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Oh, come on,” I protested. “I think I have a sense of humor underneath the cold exterior. I’m just always too busy and often forget to make jokes.”
“I get it,” she replied. “Well, I grant you the permission to make me laugh whenever you please.”
“Why thank you,” I replied, smiling.
“For the record,” she said, leaning closer. “I want to paint you like one of the French girls.”
“Oh, do tell!”
“And you know what happened after that, right?” She had a mischievous spark in her eyes.
I held her gaze and saw in her eyes that she wanted to get in my pants. I wasn’t in the least bit against that. I smiled back, an evil grin spreading over my lips.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” she asked.
“Absolutely.”
I got up and took her hand in mine, leading her back to the elevator. As we rode to the top floor, my heart pounded like it hadn't in years. I slid my hand gently around her waist and settled it on her hip. I felt a rush of blood as my brain registered the feeling of her body. I couldn’t wait for us to get behind a door.
When we got to the top-floor foyer, I stopped and looked from one door to the other. “Yours or mine?” I asked.
“Mine,” she replied, and we hurried toward her room, which was closer.
She swiped the card on the panel, and the door hissed quietly open. We were on each other like rabid animals before the door shut. I had been dreaming of kissing her lips all evening, and I attacked them hungrily. Her mouth parted to let me in as my tongue danced with hers.
She wrapped her arms around me, feeling the rips in my back muscles. Her hand toured my body curiously, clawing at the soft fabric of my shirt. I pushed her against a wall, bunching her skirt up to the waist and lifting her legs. I held her suspended, her soft, round derriere sitting comfortably on my muscled arms.
She ripped the shirt off my back and stared dreamily at my ripped body. Her eyes glazed over as she took in the sculpture, her fingers tracing the ridges formed from hours upon hours of sweating it out in the gym and running every morning.
“Take off your pants,” she whispered in my ear, nibbling at it not so gently. I set her down and did as she asked, unbuckling my trousers before standing naked in front of her. She gasped as my shaft protruded toward her, hard as a rock.
Alessia dropped to her knees, shrugging her dress off her shoulders. She pushed me back gently until my back rested against the wall. She grabbed my cock, slowly and gently, running her hand against its length. She looked up and smiled, then dove in with her cool, wet mouth.
I felt like I had just been submerged in a tub of ice. My knees buckled as she sucked on me. She took my entire length fully in her mouth, her hand fondling my sac casually. She swallowed me hungrily, making mouth-watering sounds and moaning deeply as she took me.
She stopped abruptly and jumped into my arms right before I could explode. She wrapped her legs around me, leaning backward until her back touched the wall. She guided my hardness, still wet with her saliva, into her watery goodness. The entire shaft sank all the way to the hilt, and she rolled her head backward, yelping quietly as I filled her inside.
I shuddered and moaned; her body felt like cream in my hands. Her curves dimpled everywhere I touched.
She leaned forward, her eyes barely open, and whispered, “Take me. Take me, Michael. Take me.”
I adjusted my grip and did as I was told. I pounded into Alessia, drilling my shaft with powerful thrusts that made her weep. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her head in my shoulder. I felt her tears pour down my chest as I took her, slamming into her with reckless abandon.
She shook violently in my arms, spasmed, and then stilled, panting. Her walls clenched shut, squeezing my shaft and throbbing violently against it.
“Please, Alessia, let go,” I groaned lowly. She made no response. Instead, she tightened her arms around me, squeezing until I exploded. I trembled and had to lean on her for balance. We stood still for several long minutes, breathing hard.
