“So, what do you think?” I question, throwing my arms wide. “Not too shabby, huh?” I can’t help the proud grin, sweeping across my face.

“I love it,” Elle says, her sparkling eyes slowly trek around the room.

“I used to dream I’d have my own art studio, but I never imagined a room like this.” I gesture at the floor to ceiling shelves lining one wall, the large windows allowing in the perfect amount of natural light and the three easels lined up along one wall.

“There’s so much space. It’s a great room for you to create your masterpieces in.” She walks over to peer out one of the windows next to me. “Great view,” she murmurs, her head against the glass.

My arms wrap around her waist and I turn her to face me. “My masterpieces, huh?”

“Yep, that’s what you paint.”

“I love how you’re so supportive of my art and it doesn’t hurt that you’re adorable.”

“Adorable?” she questions, with a raised eyebrow.

“You heard me.” My hands slide down to cup her ass. “Adorably sexy.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure I want to be adorable. Sexy on the other hand…” She winks at me.

I squeeze her ass. “Well, you’re both.”

“I’m also hungry. Is that an attractive quality in a girlfriend?”

“When you say hungry are you referring to the fact that you haven’t had dinner yet or are you hungry for my cock?”

She snorts and slaps my chest. “You know what I mean.”

“So, you’re saying you want my cock?”

“Josh,” she growls, staring up at me.

Chuckling, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ve got the dinner situation already taken care of. Stay right here.” Walking across the room, I grab a brand-new drop cloth from a shelf. Unfolding it, I spread it out in the middle of the floor, like a blanket. “Come here,” I say, holding my hand out for her.

Moving toward me with the grace of a model or a dancer, she’s stunning.

“Have a seat,” I say. She catches my extended hand and I assist her to the floor. “I’ll be right back.”

Hurrying from the room, I head to my kitchen and grab the large pizza box, two wine glasses, a corkscrew and a brand-new bottle of red wine. When I return to my studio she’s still seated on the floor, but she’s removed her heels and the button-down shirt she had on. Leaning back on her palms, her bare calves are exposed in the black skirt she wore to the office. The relaxed position pushes her tits forward, calling attention to her taut nipples that are poking through the silky material of the black tank top that hugs her torso flatteringly.

My mouth waters and it’s not the bacon pizza that’s causing it. Swallowing over the lump in my throat, I place the box in the middle of the drop cloth and sit down next to her. I hand her the glasses to hold, while I open the bottle of wine.

“You like wine, right?” I ask, as the cork slides out.

“Yes, I like it a little too much sometimes.”

Pouring some into each glass, I set the bottle aside, before opening the pizza box. I hand her some napkins, before saying, “dig in.”

“Oh my. This looks amazing. Look at all that bacon.”

“It’s beautiful. Speaking of masterpieces,” I say, before handing her a slice. Grabbing one of my own, I take a large bite and then moan as the combined flavors hit my taste buds.

“Mm, this is so good. How did you know I was craving pizza?” she questions.

“Pizza’s a safe bet with you. You’re always craving it.”

“This is true.” She sips from her wine glass, then licks the moisture from her lower lip. Everything she does is alluring.

We continue dinner while she fills me in on what her day was like. It’s hard for me to imagine the business side of Elle. Sure, she looks the part in her skirt and heels, but thinking of her spouting off financial jargon is extremely hot. Maybe I should let her explain the advantages of a Roth IRA. She can fill me in on which stocks are fixing to go up or anything else she thinks I should know.

Between the two of us we manage to polish off the whole large pizza and bottle of wine. Elle sinks to her back, laying on the drop cloth, moaning. “I ate too much, but it was so good.”

Leaning on my elbow next to her, I smile as I take in her flushed cheeks and smiling mouth. I think she’s a little buzzed from the wine. I trail my fingertips down her cheek and over the seam of her lips. She bites the tip of my index finger then soothes it with her tongue.

“Elle,” I warn, my voice a husky whisper.

“Don’t Elle me. Get down here and kiss me.” Her eyes flash with desire and I can’t remember a single reason why we shouldn’t be together in every sense of the word.

What am I waiting for?

She’s finally mine and I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I crush her lips with mine and groan when our tongues twist together. She raises her hips, brushing against my hard cock and my fingers move to undo the button and zipper on her skirt. Peeling the black material and her red panties down her legs at the same time, I throw them to the side and immediately tug my Fleetwood Mac t-shirt off. She raises up to pull her tank top over her head, leaving her in a red satin bra. Her hands raise to the clasp.

“Let me,” I order, my fingers grip the two sides, snapping it open. My breath halts as the cups part, falling to either side, revealing the utter perfection of her rose tipped tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Elle. I can’t believe you’re mine.” My eyes hungrily roam over every sleek inch of her body until I can’t wait any longer to touch her. My hands cup her tits, thumbs brushing over her pebbled nipples. She moans and rocks her hips against me.

Springing to my feet, I remove the rest of my clothes and throw them down with hers. She removes her bra while watching as I move across the room. Grabbing a few tubes of paint, I return to kneel beside her. Uncapping the tube of blue paint, I watch her face for any negative reaction. She shivers when I squeeze out a spiral of blue on her chest. I place the cap back on before picking up another tube. I repeat the process with a lighter blue and finish up with a dollop of sea green. Laying my hands over the paint, I meticulously spread it over her chest and shoulders, slicking it down her upper arms. Using my fingers to create varying patterns on her skin, I mix the colors together, working diligently. The silence in the room is punctuated by her soft gasps and sighs of pleasure. I’ve dreamed of this moment more times than I can recall. She’s my favorite subject to paint and has been for a long time. Her naked body is the ultimate canvas to work with. Her captivating curves are enough to bring me to my knees, but seeing her lying here compliant and covered in my art has me completely on edge. My blood is racing through my veins, heartbeat thundering in my ears. My control is tenuously tethered at this point and I have to remind myself to breathe.

I circle her nipples with my paint covered fingers until she moans, “yes,” and then pinch the rigid tips between them. Adding more paint, I watch it drip temptingly over the tips of her tits and down the golden canvas of her stomach.

My hands move to her inner thighs, pushing them open as I climb in between. Sliding my cock along her dripping wet slit, my teeth clench with the need to be inside her. “Elle, are you on birth control?” I ask.

She nods, her lower teeth biting into her bottom lip. “I’ve been tested.”

“Me too,” I groan, thrusting into her tight pussy. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” I pause, relishing the indescribable feeling of my bare cock inside her, before I begin to move.

Lowering my chest to her embellished one, our mouths connect, tongues tangling fluidly. Slotting our fingers together, my chest slides sensually against her paint laden skin transferring color to me. The two of us are joined in every way possible. We’re a fucking masterpiece in the works.

Making love to Elle, trumps every other sexual experience I’ve ever had. The way her pussy squeezes my cock is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I think she was made with me specifically in mind. She’s everything I ever dreamed she’d be and so much more.

Our mouths part as I begin to thrust faster. “Rub your clit for me,” I order, releasing one of her hands. She obeys me, her fingers slick with her juices as they draw lazy circles around the swollen flesh.

Rising to my knees, pushing her legs to her chest, I catch sight of the painted handprints on her inner thighs. Seeing them strikes a primal chord in me. She’s mine. I place my hands over them, gripping her fair skin and slam my cock inside her repeatedly. I quicken my pace and her fingers do the same. Both of us breathe with quick, shallow pants. Her legs tremble and then she moans when she comes, squeezing my dick so tight I can’t help but follow. Collapsing on her chest, my lips fall to the delicate skin of her neck as I breathe in her fruity scent. I don’t want to move from this position. I want to stay connected to her for as long as possible.

“Goddamn. You’re perfect.” I raise my head and stare down at her. I want her to know I mean what I’m saying.

“That was amazing.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Elle.”

She glances down at her paint covered torso and then at my paint smeared chest and she giggles.

I’m covered in a mix of blue and green paint from the top of my pecs down to my stomach. Rising to my knees, I hold out a hand for her. “Come on. I have a brand new jacuzzi tub I’ve never tried yet.”