I’d been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw her. Finally, she’s before me—with a blank canvas waiting.

I’m most comfortable here, surrounded by my own paintings and those that inspire me. The light is good, but also soft. It tends to bring out details I’ve never seen, no matter the subject.

I have a problem today. The strokes won’t capture her.

Somehow, she looks different. Sad, perhaps.

Her gorgeous curves appear on the canvas bit by bit. Still, she remains completely…unexplained. We have talked, fucked, looked at paintings together—and now she is my subject, and still, I know nothing.

She remains a mystery.

There’s a look in her dark eyes I can’t define. After so much uninhibited sex, I can’t quite fathom it, but she seems shy—as if she’s retreating, frightened.

Part of me wants to keep painting. To deconstruct her like a still life.

Let her sit there full of woe and uncertainty as I take my time dabbing her misery on to my canvas. I feel it will help me learn about her.

But I can’t.

My cock is getting hard right now. So much so that I can’t focus on painting. This sudden change in her makes her even more desirable than before.

There’s a delicacy to her, a shy retreat that gives me the need to chase.

She’s leaning on the old lounge, the one I have just for this purpose. I put my palette and my brush down and move towards her.

She looks up, but even as she looks at my face, it’s like she’s not there. Her gaze is empty.

I run my hand across her side. Across her ribs, belly and hip. I don’t want to look at her face, not right now.

I slide my hand between her legs and start fingering her clit. She gasps but doesn’t move, not yet. I take my time, gently moving my fingers across it until she groans and parts her legs slightly.

Then I reach deeper, feeling how wet she is already. It’s almost like she’s trying to hide it.

This excites me further. My cock is so hard, I want to put it in her right now. I glance up at her face. Those big, dark eyes haven’t changed. She doesn’t speak.

As I look into her eyes, I force my fingers in a bit deeper, and her eyes close as her hips rock back.

So she’s reluctant to look into my eyes. She’s giving herself up to the sex, though. Right now, that’s all I care about.

I push her knees apart and fall upon her, pressing her legs away and reaching with my lips to get to her clit. I mouth it and lick it and feel her grab the back of my head.

Her mystery just makes her sexier. Her ability to fuck at any given time makes her irresistible.

I lick her deeply, moving right into her pussy and feeling her writhe beneath me. She presses my head down and moans, gasping as I kiss and lick.

Holding her knees, I sit back up. She has her eyes closed and her hands above her head. The couch is small, covered only in a white sheet, just long enough for her.

I push her legs apart, one hanging off the edge of the lounge, and watch her face as I tease at her entrance with my cock.

With any other woman, I wouldn’t restrain myself. I like teasing and being teased, but by now, I would usually be going for my own orgasm.

With Sofia, I want to see what she feels. I want to make her moan and see what makes her tick.

Slowly, I start to slide in.

She’s wet, but it’s not easy. Her eyes stay closed, hands over her head gripping the edge of the lounge. Her lips are pressed tightly together like she doesn’t want to scream.

Slowly, I push my way in, my cock so hard and thick I can see it stretching her. Looking at her face, I lick my thumb and gently start stroking her clit with my wet finger.

I want to see a reaction. I want to see the real Sofia.

Her eyes stay closed, and her pretty lips let out a light whimper as I tease her, both with fingers and cock. I’ve never had such self control, dragging myself out with incredible slowness, then pushing back in even more slowly.

I feel the muscles deep in her pussy twitching and gripping at me, hot and wet, and she screws up her face. She twists her hips from side to side, rocking…bucking...

Suddenly, she looks up at me. Right into my eyes. She grips my forearms with her hands, tight. I can feel her nails digging in. I’m struck still, locked by her gaze as she stares into my soul.

“Fuck me!” Her voice is a breathy whisper. “Fuck me hard!”

I keep my eyes on her as I start to drive my hips into her, again and again, as hard as I can. The force of my thrusts bends her back, bucks her hips. She grips my arms for leverage and thrusts back just as hard.

Her eyes don’t leave my face. She stares me down as I fuck her.

Her face is still composed, but I can tell from the heat and clenching in her pussy that she’s loving my cock. She loves my hard thrusts and my cock slamming into her.

“Faster,” she whispers.

I can’t keep the slow rhythm anyway. I grab her ass, flicking her legs up over my shoulders as I slam into her, hard and fast. She moans, writhes, and claws at the couch around her like she’s trying to get away.

As I hold her tight to keep that deep wet cave right where I want it, she starts to really moan. As I increase my pace and strength, it becomes a scream. I’m focused on the pumping of my cock, and I don’t notice for a second what she’s screaming.

She’s screaming my name.

“Antonio!”

I breathe hard, puffing like a racehorse after a few miles, cock twitching deep inside her, head spinning. She looks up at me, and the warmth is not just in my cock.

It’s in my chest.

I care about her. I want to know what’s going on behind those eyes.

The next thought is not so pleasant. Do my brothers feel the same way?