Masterpiece Painting

[ Chapter 21 ] [ Mature Content ]

Emerald Garden.

A striking and appealing man, wearing a long sleeves white shirt as his well-toned masculine frame bathed in the glory of morning sun while standing in the Victorian styled patio, facing the vast open garden he's surrounded by the grand visual of lavish landscape engulfed by countless flowers.

The man's vision was illegally tempting, enough to entice any soul to have sinful thinking. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone showing off his perfectly toned muscles and his long sleeves were folded revealing a pair of strong veiny arms.

Lines of sweat appeared on his fair, broad, and well-sculpted back as it's grandly showcased by his thin white shirt while his back faced the mildly hot sun rays while the cool breeze coming from the east cooled it down.

Like a grand living masterpiece of the painting himself, he stood there in front of the easel, brush in hand he painted on the canvas. His eyes were passionate and his hand kept moving in a certain motion with smooth precision, the man was painting something on the white sheet which hung to the wooden stand in front of him.

His pitch black hair turned moist with the sweat as they covered his forehead. His focus was on the portrayed he was painting, his mind alternating between the canvas and desiring memory from that night, the whole world seemed cease to exist as he painted on the canvas.

Each of the lines were drawn with rich and vibrant colours, without contrasting its aesthetic beauty, it felt like his emotions exploded, his passion manifesting in each of the brushes painting the desire's silhouette.

Julian closed his eyes, drowning himself in the passion of memory they shared. As he merged the fragments of searing remembrance, he found himself laying with his back, breathing hard.

His eyes glazed with desire as he took in the gorgeous form of the goddess specimen of feminine perfection. The lady's eyes were clouded by the pure raw of lust in the same intensity as his.

The lady's features belong to the peak axis of beauty, absolutely gorgeous. Her alluring arousing face was framed by disheveled honey blond hair that's falling like a silky curtain, numerous swollen love marks could be seen on all over her swan neck and her breasts.

He marveled at her goddess grade of figure. Lush breasts and willowy waist were all well proportioned. It's obvious that she took great care of her violin shaped figure as she had a well toned body. The sexiest of her though was her soft noticeable sexy abs.

Her breathing was barely audible and the huskiness of her emotions were so very prevalent. Her legs were just as amazing as the rest of her, thighs that were rounded and muscular tapering down to delicious calves and trim ankles.

His passion and desire for this sensual goddess went beyond anything that could be perceived as normal. Need and eroticism painted her arresting countenance. They stared into one another's eyes, mesmerized by each other's beauty.

She crawled and climbed on top of him, her fingers tentatively tracing over his sculpted chest, her mouth kissing the side of his neck sensuously, her wetness gliding along his length, coating him and in her honey secretion.

Basking in the exquisite pleasure she bestowed upon him, his hands going up her hips, marveling in her toned and sculpted rears. To his discontentment, she swatted them away before placing them firmly by the headboard.

"I'm in charge now." Her sweet voice was something worth of yearning. She whispered in his ear before biting it, he loved the way she handled him.

"Keep your hands on that headboard, you're not going to touch me until I say so." She rasped seductive vibration upon his neck.

He's completely enticed by her allure. They have been making out for more than an hour yet she showed no hint of worn out. To be able to match his rhythm, her finest body didn't disappoint him.

He flashed his devilish smile and nodded. Lust and amusement danced in his eyes, excitement and desire laced his heavy breathing.

Then with a soft moan lulling from her luscious lips, she began to rock her hips grinding herself against him, and with her hands settled on his rippling abdominal muscles, she slid herself onto him with some resistance from her tightness.

She moaned as his thick and long maleness filled her wetness, stretching her walls pleasurably as she slowly lowered herself onto him, swallowing him with the tight and exquisite warm. He moaned at the vice like grip she had on his hardness, it's like his maleness was sliding into a tight, velvet glove.

Once the lady had adjusted, she really went to work. Her hips swayed like a dancer's, mesmerising in their movement as she rode him with all the passion and unbridled lust of the night spilling over.

Each gyration brought a moan from him, and twice he tried to grab her hips. True to her word, the second he attempted this, she stopped moving completely, reminding him that she's the one in control.

She looked at him, eyes half lidded with lust, but shining with pleasure and need nonetheless. She worked her hips expertly, rolling them over and over, swaying, bouncing, giving him the best ride of his life.

He wanted so badly to touch her, to knead that exquisite ass, to hold her hips and guide her movements, but he held himself. The pleasure was so exquisite he didn't want to stop her rhythm. From the way she bounced, shimmied, and rode him, she loved it as much as he had loved going down on her.

The lady's gyration became more frantic, less precise, and as she started to lean forward and grind her clit against him. He knew she's coming close and sure enough, with a long moan deep in her throat she came glamorously.

The view from his perspective was marvelous as she erotically threw her head back, her hair was spread around her like a golden halo her face aglow with a radiant light, her eyes rolled up and her entire body rolling in a long, wave like motion as she came.

He relished that sensual look of abject beauty on her expressive face. Her body convulsed with her orgasm as she rode him gently for a few minutes more, prolonging her pleasure, before looking down at him with a flirtatious smile.

He's already over the edge and couldn't hold himself any further. With a gasp coming from her, he took one one hand and placed it on her firm back, he smoothly flipped them so he's now on top of her.

She let out a small squeak, yet showed no resistance and suddenly she's empty as he withdrew. Before she could protest, he flipped her over so she was facedown, knees on the sheets. It's only a moment more before he speared her again, that tight, delicious feeling washing over him again.

She's too hot, too sensual, too orgasmic for him to hold himself. Her honey was flowing as she contracted squeezing his hardness. He gripped her hips tightly and thrust forward, roughly slamming himself against her bouncing ass.

Another half an hour had passed with him roughly taking her from behind. Her taut ass was scarlet from his hard pounding and spanking. By now he had one hand vice gripping her hips while his other hand pulling back her long dirty blond hair.

He knew his another grand climax was over the edge, her kittenish cries mingling with his growls as the sound of their wet skin slapping each other was getting louder, gracing the night with their intense making out.

He rammed himself hard against her and sped up his pace. He let go of her hair and now he had both hands on her hips. The reason why he loved to pound her from behind was because her sexy back. Women with well toned body was his weakness and she had an extremely gorgeous toned, sculpted back.

She moaned and groaned with helpless abandon as he fucked her unforgivingly. His thrust was strong, dominant, unyielding. By now, she's no longer kneeling as his rough and wanton pounding forced her front to flat on the sheets.

His strength, his need, all pouring into her as she's filled again and again, each thrust grinding her clit against the sheets. The pleasure inside him rocketed up his spine.

He heard her cries, her kittenish moan yelling out his name and he was ramming as if the fire was burning him and his body was raging with the inferno of heat that exploded within. His climax was over the edge and it was like a tidal wave of uncontrollable passion.

Moaning out a harsh groan of her name, he unleashed himself deep inside her. A fountain of sperm that was like an endless torrent flooded upon her. She squirmed and wailed under him, squirting her orgasm the same time as he unloaded his seed. Their mutual intense orgasms shook their entire core and they trembled with their passion and that absolute satisfaction.

"What have you done to me."

Julian rasped once he opened his eyes, he kept his breathing under control though the heat inside him was unbearable. The mere fraction of that night memory was enough to drive him insane.

He exhaled a deep breath and resumed his painting. He found himself lost in the light of sensuality in his lines that he had never found before, his passion pouring through his aesthetic painting.

The curve of brush strokes were intense, beautiful, passionate and sensual. Each line was drawn manifesting his emotions, his desire for her. This was the painting of her, seen through desire's eye and crafted with a passionate touch.

Since that night of passion they shared together, Julian couldn't stop thinking about her, her body and her beauty, yearning her exquisite warmth in his arms. He knew it's a mere sexual attraction yet she never left his mind. The more he thought about her, the more he wanted her. He needed to have her.

Beauties, he had met countless of them and had tasted plenty of them. A lot of different beauties. He had been pleased with most of them and let them go once he got bored of them, yet none of them could make him feel this hot.

The mere thought of her and the mention of her name was enough to make him heat in passion, his blood boiling with desire. He was like a living inferno engulfed by the carnal flame. She had the effect on him in a way he had never experienced before.

His nights have never felt same since. The sex was still great but he could no longer get that satisfaction he used to have. He enjoyed having their warm in his sheets as he had to vent his insatiable needs but it felt different.

It's like he had once tasted the finest wine, he would find any other high quality fine was no longer satisfying.

He could tell why he's having this feeling though as all of this that was happening to him is something explainable. Yes beauty was in the eye of beholder but she absolutely belongs to the peak axis of beauty. Physically speaking, she's his ideal and he's so into her allure.

After all, she's everything in a woman he sought out for when it comes to matters of passion. Awfully blonde and misty hazel eyes that he could get lost in forever admiring. The mere thought of her tall hourglass shape figure, full womanly assets, sexy well toned body and healthy luscious skin, enormous breasts and bouncing ass that was begging for spanking, was enough to drive him over the edge.

Moreover, she's great in seduction and extraordinary aggressive in bed. The lingering sensation of her searing touch and her melodious moans was something he took pleasure from remembering. Such a woman could be the death of him.

Had she known that he had been numerous times disrespecting her in his mind, her eyes would look at him with a complete disgust. His mind was getting dirtier by the passing days with the thought of her allure. She's featured in his self touching.

Grand conquest, was all he saw her. He wanted to have her, needed to possess her and he would stop at nothing to get her in his arms. He longed to have her writhing and grasping the sheets beneath his pounding. However, he's in no rush to get her as seducing women was the art he took pleasure from doing.

He perfectly knew that he wasn't the only one that's yearning that warm, as no woman could resist him and she would be no different.

His tongue coming out to wet his lips and a smile could be seen on his adonis countenance, a smile which was in no means looked kind, it's a smile which meant something devious was being schemed.

Another hour has passed as he drowned himself in his passion. Julian was lost in the trace of time as the canvas was streamed by his desire and emotion.

Mimicking the tresses of her soft blond in halo abandon around her head, he painted in soft and waves on her hair using a fine camel's hair brush twisted in the paint resembling the soft waves of her platinum long hair. His tracing was precise and delicate, applying such attention to detail. It's a labor of passion, a tribute to her beauty.

By the time the painting was finished, the sun was high and his body was soaked with sweat, a mild and sexy natural scent was oozing from him. He slicked back his wet hair with his fingers as he moistened his lips with his wet tongue.

Julian stared at the painting and admired it. His eyes deepen. He's mystified as iridescent drops of moisture appear, pearlescent droplets of dew on the part of the painting he had just perfected. He stood there amazed at the colors no brush ever portrayed before, his painting complete with a living essence, beautiful, aesthetic with a touch of eroticism.

On the canvas, a gorgeous woman was kneeling on the musser silken sheets of a Victorian canopied bed. The sheets match the red almandine of her beautiful eyes. She's nude with her naked sculpted back facing him. Her magnificent blond was spilling down her back appealingly and a red matching duvet covered her bare bottom.

A ray of sunlight shone upon her appealing countenance. She had her head tilted back so he could worship her ethereal beauty. Her face showed an arrogant look and her luscious pink lips pressed softly into a thin line. Her almandine eyes were cold yet sexy as he could get lost in everlasting admiring.

It's beautiful, exquisite painting with a touch of soft eroticism. The painting was flawlessly beautiful yet it's far from the real of her beauty perfection, as she's the grand masterpiece of the God itself.

Julian marveled her beauty whilst his eyes were completely smitten. He licked his lip sensuously as his thumb running on the corner of his bottom lip. It's his masterpiece painting.

"Cassandra Qin."

"Your beauty is mine to relish."