Chasing His Muse

“My God Brenton, what did you do?” I was opening the door for him, as he was insisting on carrying our bags.

His studio was all messed up. Canvases scattered here and there. Paints, brushes were everywhere. My goodness, he had a fallout too, it was all because of me. I looked at him, he just shrugged.

I hugged him and rested my head on his chest. “I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t know I hurt you too.”

“I’m good now, let’s just move on okay? I’m gonna tidy this up. Trisha is going to come here this afternoon and take all the paintings to her gallery. She’s been hounding me for my works anyway. So, it’s all good Nikki. I’m good. We’re good.” He put the bags down and let me go.

He started to tidy up the paints and brushes. My tears were falling seeing his paintings. They were all mine, my face, gestures, features, bits, and pieces of me, spread on each of the canvas beautifully.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

I quickly wiped my tears, but it kept on falling. I couldn’t believe I caused this much hurt in him. It hurt me to see that. I grabbed his bag and headed for his drawers, I was trying to put back his clean clothes, that I already washed yesterday at my place. My hands were trembling.

Suddenly I could feel him behind me. I tried to wipe my tears again. But he must’ve seen me. He hugged me from behind. “I can do my laundry you know, I’m not that sick. I don’t want you to do my chores. I just want you to do me.” I could feel that he was trying to cheer me up. I finally smiled.

“There see, you’re beautiful Nicolette. Please don’t cry. It’s over and done. I’ve made beautiful pieces of painting, because of it. Or is it that bad, it’s making you cry?” He was actually worried.

I turned to face him “It’s beautiful baby, that’s why I cry. I can see your feelings on it. It showed how much I’ve hurt you. And it pains me to know, that I’ve caused you to hurt. Please forgive me?” I lowered his head down to me and kissed him slowly.

“You will never have to ask for my forgiveness Nikki. I should’ve waited for you. It was too fast, too soon after what you’ve been through. It’s also partly my fault. So, can we just move on? I really want to fuck you now.” He took my hand and put it on his hardness, making me kissed him deeper smiling at him.

“Brenton, you really would do anything not to see my cry do you?” I laughed at his sexual advances. He gave me his sexiest smile, that was all it took apparently.

I nudged him down to his bed pushing him to the headboard, making him sit up with his legs spread wide with me kneeling in the middle.

I stripped him naked and started stripping my clothes off, while he kept his hand gripping my thighs. I could see his lust, as I peeled off my lace panties leaving me naked.

I got on his lap, straddling him. Whispering in his ear, licking and nibbling. “I’m so fucking wet for you Brenton. Hold my ass baby. Yes, just like that.” I told him while brushing mine to his shaft back and forth teasing but not entering mine. The friction drove me wild. I took his hands to my tits, as he cupped them and tugged it to his mouth sucking and licking me. I moaned his name, pushing my chest to him, as his hand rests on my back pulling me even closer.

“Fuck Brent, I need you in me now. Condom. Now.” He gave it to me and smiled sexily as I took the condom, and rolled it to his dick, and stroked it a couple of times, from top to bottom making him groaned.

I slowly positioned myself as I pushed his dick in me, making him groaned. This position made him go deeper, making me stretched myself for him.

Needing more friction. I slowly raised my knee to his chest. He looked at me. “Fuck did I hurt you, babe? Maybe you should be on top. Shit. I’m so fucking horny right now.”

“No Nikki, it’s just you’re so fucking flexible I can’t handle it. It’s such a fucking turn on babe. Just do it like that, fuck I’m so deep inside you right now. Shit baby! Fuck deeper love. Again pushed it.” His hands were on my ass controlling the pace.

“Fuck Brent! Get on top of me now. I want it, rough baby. Please.” He flipped me and got on top, he took both of my legs crossed to one side and pushed himself roughly in, pounding me hard and fast over and over again.

“Come for me Nikki, now baby.” He knows my body very well now. He knows I was about to come. Few more strokes.

“Damn Brent. Fuck! No more please.” I relaxed as I came down from my high. But he was taking my leg up to his shoulder and took the other leg to his waist.

Fuck this is so fucking hot. I’m fucking horny again. Damn!

“Kiss me, Nikki, I’m going to fuck you again.” I did as he told me to do. My knee was up on his shoulder now. He was taking a pillow, and slide it under my ass making him mounted me higher.

“Fuck so deep, Brent! So good! So fucking good!” I chanted his name over and over again.

His body mist with sweat, he kept on trusting in me. Then he told me that he was coming, while I clenched him tighter in me just as he liked it.

“Nikki baby I’m coming, fuck yes! Grip me tight just like that. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He screamed my name and held his head back, pushing himself inside me, and filled the condom in me.

He got off of me and laid on my side after throwing out the condom to the bin. He pulled me in closer to him.

“I want to paint you doing ballet. Can you still do it? I mean just to pose. Do you still have your ballet stuff?” He asked me while nibbling on my shoulder.

“I’m actually considering taking the classes again. I need to get back in shape first it’s been too long. So, might as well buy new props. I’m a better dancer than a painter.” I snuggled in closer to him, taking his tattooed arm over my shoulder, wrapping me in his embrace.

“I used to join a ballet company and do performances, and teach ballet to little kids. But then Collin happened.” I shrugged at him.

“So it’s settled then, we’ll go shopping after Trish pick up the paintings.” He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head, inhaling my scent. As I also did when I kiss his chest, and wrapped my arm around his manly tattooed covered chest.