Washington D.C. Series 3:3 - Fucking the Artist

The young artist moved quickly, placing his gun on the table as he continued to rub her throbbing clit. Eva opened her eyes and looked at him. She could see his hard cock pressing against his jeans, needing his own release.

"I need more," she said, quietly taking control of the situation. "I need you to fuck me. I need you to make me cum again. Do you want to fuck me? Tell me you want to fuck me."

"God, yes," the young artist groaned. He moved away from her for a moment and Eva quickly shed her jeans and panties as he sprayed another paper towel. He wiped her off for a final time, admiring the work her had just done. Then he spread a small amount of salve over her fresh ink and bandaged it. While it wasn't the most sexy thing he could have done while Eva waited for him, she knew it was necessary. And he was, after all, first and foremost a tattoo artist.

The second his hands left the bandage, he ripped off his gloves and laid his hands over Eva's thighs. He knelt down quickly, down between her spread legs and, without hesitation, ran his tongue up the length of her slit. Eva gasped not expecting this course of action. He licked her again, tasting the juices running over his tongue. His hands pushed her thighs wider and he delved his tongue deep inside her aching cunt, drinking her and needing to taste her as she gasped again. Eva's hands wove through his hair, tightening it in her grip.

His tongue ran along the length of her slit again, this time stopping over her clit. His tongue flicked over her and she stifled a scream. Over and around her clit, his tongue made little circles, flicking, licking and sucking at it. His fingers kneaded her thighs, his fingertips digging in as he tasted her. Her sex aroused him and Eva could feel the trembling shudder through his touch.

"Fuck me," she gasped.

He slowed his movements to be sure he heard those words, not yet wanting to leave her dripping cunt.

"Fuck me," she said again, more forcefully this time.

His one hand released her thigh and moved down to his jeans. Eva heard the zipper slide down and the young artist groaned into her wet sex as his cock sprang free. Eva could see his arm moving, his hand masturbating his erect cock while he continued to lick her. Eva knew he had to fuck her or else she would come again too soon. She needed him inside her.

"I said fuck me," she growled and grabbed his hair hard, dragging him up her body. She sat up part-way to meet him and released his hair to rip his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. She looked at him and licked her lips. His bobbing cock, hard and erect, was too tempting to resist. He was so very erect, his swollen cock straining between his thighs so eager to fuck her. Without a word, she leaned over and flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue. It bobbed again. His hands moved to her head and Eva smiled as she looked up at him. His expression was almost pained. She murmured, "Not yet," and gently removed his hands and set them on the table. She wasn't about to relinquish control of the situation. But, he didn't argue and Eva returned her attention to his cock.

Her hand slid around his thickness and began to stroke him. His warm flesh was hard in her hand and she shuddered when she thought about how it would feel sliding inside her. He was sizable in girth and she knew he would fill her so well. Her lips moved down over the head of his cock and slowly parted around it. Her tongue swirled over the tip as her mouth pulled him inside her. A rush of breath escaped his lips and his body trembled but he never lost his grip, his hands remained firmly holding the table. Eva took him deeper, sliding his cock to the back of her throat. Her mouth surrounded him fully. Then, in at an achingly slow movement, she pulled back off, sucking at him as she went. Her hand moved slowly too, matching the rhythm of her mouth, Her tongue swirled over his length as she started to fuck him with her mouth. Slow at first, gaining speed with each pull of his cock into her mouth. The young artist groaned loudly. "Ah, fuck, fuck that's good," he breathed as Eva sucked his cock.

She could taste the precum gathering on the tip of his cock and it inflamed her more. She needed this cock in her cunt. She needed to feel him slide into the warm wetness pooled between her thighs. She also needed him begging to be fucked. She needed to bring him right to the edge. Eva tighten her lips around his cock and gently grazed his head with her teeth. His body jerked with the change in sensation and his hands flew to her head, tangling in her hair. trying to pull her to him, fuck her urgently. His hips thrust forward, but Eva backed off.

"Put your hands back," she ordered.

"Oh god, " he groaned and thrust his hips toward her again, wanting her mouth back.

"Now, " she hissed.

He groaned loudly but put his hands back on the table. She could hear his fingernails digging into the leather. With his compliance, she returned her attention to his cock. She wrapped her hand around him once again but instead of pulling him into her mouth, she moved down further and licked up the center of his balls. His musky odor excited her and she ran her tongue over them, licking them. She pulled one into her mouth and rolled it over her tongue. His breathing became more shallow and she pulled the other into her mouth, sucking on them both as her hand continued to stroke him. Eva moaned softly letting him feel the vibrations through his balls. They were tight now, needing to fuck her, needing to release their spunk in her, on her.

"Please," he moaned, " god, I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you."

Eva didn't respond, but released his balls and ran her tongue back op the length of his shaft. Her lips parted again and she took him back into her mouth. She could feel the pulsing in his cock and she smiled around him. He was as aroused as she was now. She needed him there, at the same place as she. She needed it to be a urgent fuck, one that would pound her hard and deep. She needed him to let go and fuck her primally, not holding back. She sucked at him one last time before releasing him and looking up. Sweat was dripping down his brow and his eyes looked wildly at her.

"Fuck me then," she whispered. The young artist wasted no time. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back hard against the table. She spread her thighs wide for him, wrapping her legs around his back. Eva grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before guiding it to her aching cunt...