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...

Washington D.C. Series 1:3 - The Beginning

Eva walked past Brent into the main foyer of the brownstone. Her lust was momentarily distracted by the beauty surrounding her. Everything about the space was elegant from the spindled banister that led up to the second level to the deep mahogany floor beneath her feet. It screamed money and Eva was suddenly unsure as to what she was doing here. It was then that she felt Brent strong arms circle her waist.

"I know it's a bit much to look at," he said into her ear, "but it's all just things. They're not important to me." With those words he turned her slowly to him and kissed her softly.
Eva relaxed into his kiss and slid her arms around her neck. He knew what to say to her to make her feel comfortable here. She wanted him more than ever now and passionately kissed back. Their bodies felt the need and the fervency became more evident as their hands began to roam. Urgent and hungry movements overtook them.

"Let's go upstairs," Brent growled into her ear.
"Yes," Eva responded breathlessly, "Lets."

Brent took her hand and the two of them quickly made their way up the carpeted stairs to the master bedroom. Brent swung the door open and grabbed Eva tight to him once more. Their movements were frantic now. Helping each other undress and flinging clothes everywhere, Eva and Brent quickly stripped down. The first moment Brent's bare skin pressed against Eva, she knew this was exactly what she wanted. His warm skin fueled her desire and his hard length pressed firmly against her belly ignited her senses. She wanted to have him, all of him. She wanted to lick his skin and inhale his scent. She wanted to feel him inside her—deep inside her until she moaned with pleasure. She wanted to take him in her mouth and and taste his cum.

They stumbled toward the bed. Each ravishing the other. Each kissing and licking and biting, desperate for the touch of the other. The back of Brent's knees hit the bed first and he tumbled backward pulling Eva with him. Giggling for a moment, Eva pulled back to admire him. Brent's chiseled looks extended beyond his face. His hard sculpted chest led down to perfect abs that made Eva want to lean down and lick, His hard cock stood erect between his thighs. It was thick and long, more sizable than the men she normally dated. Eva wanted so much to have him inside her. To have the feeling of this hot hard thick cock sliding up into her inch by inch would be divine.

Eva leaned over Brent as he nestled his hand against her cheek.

"Oh Eva," he whispered as his lips met hers again, "you are so beautiful."

Eva murmured a soft response and kissed him harder. She felt his cock throb between her thighs as his lips crushed his. Her hand snaked down between them and wrapped around his cock. Her small hand began to stroke him, gently at first, feeling his penis throb again at the attention.

Her hand moved up and down his thick shaft, masturbating him slowly as their tongues swirled in each other's mouths. His hand wrapped itself in her hair, pulling her closer to him. Each stroke of her hand caused his fingers to grip tighter. His other hand cupped her ass, moving her against him in the rhythm of her hand. He pulled her toward him, harder, trying to will her to fuck him.

"Not yet," she gasped, "I'm not going to fuck you yet."
A low moan escaped his lips and she felt his cock suddenly pulse in her hand, growing slightly harder than she thought was possible.
"Please," he uttered, "Eva, you have me so close to cumming already. I don't know if I can hold out."
"No," Eva whispered softly and again his cock pulsed in her hand. She wanted more of him first. She wanted to wrap her lips around him and taste his cock. She wanted the feel of his erect penis in her mouth.
"Oh," he gasped," Eva... please... really, you have me so aroused."
"No," she said wickedly as her hand felt him pulse harder. He liked this, she thought to herself, he liked being teased this way. Each time she said no his cock grew harder. Eva wanted to test this further now. The thought was arousing her too. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. He excited her.
She stroked him firmer and made Brent gasp her name.
"Eva, god, please, I can't take this."
"No," she said harsher than she wanted but he reacted again, pulsing harder than before. Her harsh words added to the sensations. Eva had an idea. She whispered again, "I'm not going to fuck you until I'm ready, no matter how much you beg."
A strangled cry came from Brent as his cock went rigid in her hand.

Triumphantly, Eva smiled as she slid down his body kissing his neck as she inched her way down.
"Eva, please, I can't take this, ohhhh, bite me," Brent whispered. "Please."
Eva shuddered with desire when he said those words. It wasn't the words he said, it was the desire behind them. The longing was so clearly evident.
Eva licked and kissed his neck more before suddenly sinking her teeth into his neck. Brent groaned loudly and bucked his hips up to her hand. His cock pulsed hard in her hand, his erection going violently hard. She bit him again and he reacted again. Eva writhed on top of him. It was a strange sensation denying requests and inflicting pain on Brent and having him react in such a lustful and aroused way. For Eva it was stranger feeling herself become aroused while she did it. She wanted to hurt him more. She wanted to feel him grow harder. She wanted to hear him groan with pain and pleasure. She wanted to torture him until she came.

Eva stopped for a moment, aware of her thoughts as they filtered through her brain. She was abruptly confused by her thoughts. What was he doing to her. What were these sensations. How could she purposefully hurt him like this. It wasn't right.

Brent broke the silence, sensing her confusion. "Don't stop, Eva, please, I need this, I want this, I want you."

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her. His lips found hers again. His hand found his way between her thighs and stroked her gently. Brent gasped softly as he slid his fingers through her wetness. Eva was dripping wet from the arousal of the moment. She moaned as his skilled fingers found her clit.

Brent whispered to her then, "I like it when you bite me. It arouses me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to take me. I'm yours. You know you want to have me like this. I could feel it in your kiss and I can feel it between your thighs. You want to do this to me. Use me, Eva, however you want. Don't be afraid." He coed softly into her ear. His warm breath exciting her, his gentle yet suggestive words arousing her more.

Eva's hands slid up Brent's back and up into his hair. With an inhaled breath, she decided to test his words. She pulled sharply back on his hair and Brent cried out. His already hard cock, swelled and pulsed against her. His fingers moved faster as a hissed "yesss" rolled from his lips.

Eva pulled his hair hard again, snapping his head back. He groaned loudly as his fingers became frantic against her. It was all too much for Eva. It excited her beyond belief that she liked hurting him and he liked to be hurt. She needed him, now.

"Fuck me Brent," she harshly whispered in his ear...

to be continued...