You felt at peace as his beautiful naked form came into view, and all you could think about was how perfect he was. His hazel eyes, still moist from the shower were glistening, as he seemed unaware of your silent appreciation of his God given assets. Droplets of water cascaded down his toned chest, only to be prematurely captured by the dark chestnut patch of hair that led to his manhood. His bronze chiseled features reminded you of a Greek sculpture, causing you to expound a wistful sigh.
Holding the stylus tentatively with your damaged hand, it appeared to autonomously gravitate toward the computer. An exhilarating energy flowed through you, and propelled you to make contact with the screen. Your strokes, unsteady at first, became stronger and more confident as the current passed through your hand, awakening your innate desire to create.
He laid on the bed, and unknowingly struck a pose. The light caught the lines of his lean, muscular limbs as he flexed them. The deliberate way he sliced the apple to its core, made you think of his attempt the other night to cut through your facade, exposing the hidden pain. Reflecting on these raw emotions served to unleash an unbridled passion for your craft. The need to exorcise them, gave you the focus and drive you'd been lacking.
In an eagerness to portray his unique essence, you quickened the pace. Within minutes, the finished product brandished itself before your enthusiastic eyes. As always, you felt his presence before you even turned, and knew intuitively when he first discovered your virginal piece of work. You managed to catch the small smile that escaped his lips, and it made your heart flutter. He looked at you so intensely, that all you needed to see or hear was conveyed blatantly through the vessels of his soul. Basking in the warmth of his adoring gaze, you were mesmerized by this pivotal moment in your life.
Taking your hand, he led you up the steps to the bedroom, the one the two of you shared, but as of late just seemed to co-exist in. Still in a trance, you sat down on the edge of the duvet. He suddenly paused to study the tool of your trade, examining every digit with wonder, carefully turning it over and kissing it softly. The delicate touch of his lips ignited waves of desire throughout your entire body. When he gently pushed you down onto your back, and climbed on top of you, it evoked a precious memory of your first time together.
As he straddled you, you thought ironically, that your roles had reversed. He was now the artist, and you the subject. Obediently you raised your arms as he pulled your shirt over your head. His eyes deepened with lust, as he seductively traced his finger down your torso, leaving a lasting impression. You experienced a tinge of heat in your groin, and let out a gasp. He bent his head down and flicked your nipples with his tongue. You felt yourself stiffen in response. He gave a devilish smirk as he noted your arousal. Lowering his head once again, he took the opportunity this time to trap your zipper between his teeth, pulling it down with expertise. Moving to the side, he grasped your pants, sliding them over your slender hips, in an effort to liberate your growing erection.
He planted a long, sensual kiss on your lips, making you dizzy with wild abandon before abruptly pulling back. You peered up at him, and weren't the least bit shocked to see him standing there, attending to his own throbbing cock. He stroked himself as his darkened orbs feasted on your youthful physique. Touching yourself in an attempt to satisfy your own need, you encircled your strained cock. Pre-cum started to leak from the slit, as you glided up and down its shaft with urgency.
Just then, he broke the silence, speaking in a stern voice. You stopped your momentum and listened, feeling annoyed and slightly frustrated. He asked if you were horny, and if you wanted him to fuck you. You quickly nodded yes while biting down on your lip. To which he replied, "then, if you want this to continue, you're not allowed to touch any part of your body". In return, his promise was to give you a mind blowing orgasm. Since you knew the man before you was very capable of fulfilling this promise, you reluctantly complied with his command. You dropped your hands to your sides. You had an inkling that this was going to be very intriguing, but then again, sex with him could never be called boring.
His willingness to please you secretly thrilled you. Your excitement mounted, as your mind pondered what he had conjured up for you. The moment was short-lived, as he approached and knelt down to retrieve something under the bed. What looked like a black satin blindfold surfaced, and he hurriedly slipped it over your eyes. With the blindfold securely in place, your other senses became heightened. You felt his hot breath on you, as he leaned in to give a slow lick to the sensitive spot on your neck, that he knew would instantly turn you on. His mouth found yours, and your tongues clashed until he overpowered you, and hungrily sucked on it, inciting you to groan. He ran his fingers through your hair, only to suddenly clutch it viciously, forcing your head back, and making you squirm. He broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and panting.
Your body begged for release as your dick was now impossibly hard. When you sensed him rise, you felt an immediate impact of loss. It was torturing you not to touch your cock and finish what he had started. But you stuck to your agreement, and anxiously waited for his next assault.
After what seemed like an eternity, you heard his footsteps coming toward the bed. It dipped when he crawled on top of you. You were at his mercy, and you knew that he was thoroughly enjoying this power he had over you. His erection brushed up against your thigh, as if to prove your point. You heard a click, and fisted the sheets, as the first drop hit your skin. He drizzled the warm liquid on your chest, down your arms and up your thighs. You had a startling revelation that the substance he was covering you with was oil, scented oil, because now you could smell it as well. The sexy scent could easily be an aphrodisiac to you. He teased you by kneading it into your skin with a tantalizing circular motion. At that point, you desperately needed him inside of you, so you shamelessly pleaded with him to fuck you. You could imagine him grinning as he said to you in a low raspy voice, "patience young man, patience".
You felt him invade you with his finger as he slipped it into your hole. You moaned, and it almost made you weep when he inserted a second one. All you could do was move your body up and down in an effort to garner some relief. He stopped you, and grabbed you by the arms, flipping you over in one smooth motion. His cock was leaking on your back and you could tell that neither one of you would last much longer. Knowing this, you relaxed a little, but soon jerked when you felt another smooth substance spill, this one cool, on the small of your back. You felt it pool there, and the familiar smell made you break into a smile. Chocolate syrup had always been one of your fantasies, one he would never indulge. But tonight, he was full of surprises.
He spread the syrup over you with the tips of his long slender fingers. It was as if you were his canvas. He slid a finger down your crack, making you cry out. You weren't prepared for the incredible sensation of his tongue rimming you, lapping up every bit of the chocolate sauce. The stimulation was too much for you, and you squealed in agony. He finally ended your misery, when he positioned his sheathed cock at the head of your entrance and pushed. He thrust into you with a grunt. You heard yourself call out his name over and over again as he slammed into you. It didn't take long to succumb to this intense pleasure. Your balls tightened, and you erupted, shooting your hot load all over the sheets with a shout. Two thrusts later, the intensity of his own orgasm caused him to explode, and with a huff, he collapsed next to you.
Four hours later you awoke to find yourself laying by his side. He was still sleeping soundly, exhausted from your all night sexual venture. Turning your head, you spotted your artwork, and knew that it had everything to do with last night's activities. You looked down at your lover with renewed love and appreciation. Watching his chest rise and fall you saw the sunlight streak through the window, illuminating his body. As you continued to look, you knew in your heart that he was, and always will be, your inspiration.