Artist's Bride

by Alexa Blue

  9

  Harry

  “Can we seal the deal with a kiss?” I ask. Not waiting for a reply, I grab her face with both hands, pull her towards me, and start kissing her.

  I move my hands to her neck, then down the front to her breasts, cupping those beautiful peaches while playing with her nipples.

  At first, just light touching. Then I become a bit more insistent when I hear her moaning softly underneath the continuous pressure that I’m applying to her nipples. Moving back to her mouth, I plunge my tongue into her mouth, and start ravishing her mouth with my tongue. I devour her beautiful, full lips that I don’t want ever to stop kissing.

  “I’ve been wanting a repeat of this since I laid eyes on you,” I tell her, nibbling against her neck.

  She’s now sitting on my desk, and I position myself to stand between her legs. I unbutton the top part of her dress, and finally have full access to these beautiful, plump breasts that have featured in my fantasies since laying eyes on her. My hungry tongue searches for and finds the first nipple one and then the other. I’m sucking and licking them, driving her into a frenzy. She offers up her breast to me in wild abandonment, looking at me with lust-induced eyes. Her moans indicating she wants more.

  The sight of her sitting on my desk, with her head thrown back in the throes of passion, makes me almost cum in my pants. Her moans, that are progressively becoming louder and louder, has me leaking precum in my pants. Her light brown eyes are cloudy with raw lust when they connect with mine.

  “You like me doing that, honey?” I ask her, unbuttoning the front of her dress, my hand slowly travels downwards. The front view of her sexy, curvy body is now on full display for me.

  My cock is about to burst out of my pants from desire. Thank god I have loose-fitting pants on today. I start trailing kisses down to her navel, slowly inching down to that golden spot. I can see her red panty is soaked already. That beautiful pussy is all wet for me.

  I get down in front of her, and spread her legs. She looks at me with big, aroused eyes. Moving her pussy closer to my face, I start to lick her through her panty… tasting and smelling her. Her loud moans above me are driving me wild. She starts to move her pussy closer to my face.

  I can’t wait anymore. I rip her panties off in one hard pull, and my fingers and tongue eagerly search for her golden spot. When my tongue finds her clit, she almost ejects off the table from sheer pleasure. She’s moaning much louder now; her breathing has become more labored.

  Fuck, she’s wet. I insert a finger and then another one, starting to fingerfuck her. I play with her clit, and her legs widen for me. She’s sitting with her head thrown back in wild abandon. Her legs are spread wide, fucking my fingers, as I move in and out of her.

  My tongue plays havoc with her clit, rolling it up and down that tight pussy. I’m looking at her while I’m doing this. I want to watch her cum.

  I can see she’s about to lose control. She grabs on the back of my head, forcing it closer to her pussy… she needs my tongue on this sweet pussy.

  “Yes, yes, please don’t stop,” she begs me as I carry on with my merciless onslaught on her incredibly tight pussy. Throwing her head back, she starts to move her pussy in rhythm with my tongue. I grab her ass, and tighten her pussy to my mouth as she starts shaking in the throes of her orgasm, and comes in my mouth.

  She pushes her pussy into my face, pulling me by the hair, as explosion after explosion hits her. I take in all of her pussy juices; I don’t want to lose a drop of it.

  When she eventually stops shaking and moaning, I swing her legs off my shoulders, get up and take her into my arms. “You taste like nectar from the Gods,” I tell her. “Just like I imagined you would,” I say, and pull her towards me in another deep kiss.

  When I pull away from her, she’s looking at me all red-faced again. “Do you always blush this easily?” I ask her, highly amused. That question seems to make her even more uncomfortable.

  The woman I know is generally very open about sex. Crossing her legs to close them, she’s also trying to cover her breast now.

  “Why are you covering yourself?” I ask her, removing her hands from her breast. I want to see them. My dick is becoming hard again at the sight of those beauties.

  “These plump peaches are mine now,” I tell her, holding her in my arms. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed in front of me.”

  “God, I’ve never done something like this before, what must you be thinking of me!” She utters, looking even more embarrassed, if that’s possible.

  “Why would I think anything but that you are just the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever met?”

  “We just met last night, and now you’ve done what you did to me,” she whispers.

  I swear I can see the glistening of tears in her eyes. Taking a proper look at her, I’m trying to read her face. I know I’m a bit older than her, but a woman her age usually has had a few lovers by now.

  “How many lovers have you had?” I ask her softly, still holding her in my arms. Deep down, I don’t want to know. The thought of another man touching her pisses me off big time.

  10

  Bree

  Oh God, here’s it comes. The discussion I was dreading is about to take place. I can already see his interest in me waning. Someone like him, that can get any woman, would probably not want an inexperienced girl like myself.

  Maybe I should just meet the guy that my mom wants to force on me. At the rate I’m going, I’m going to be an old, virgin, spinster. Not necessarily in that order. These rambling thoughts are all running through my mind as I try coming up with an answer.

  He’s still holding me and looking at me expectantly. “Stop biting that lower lip of yours,” he chides me. “It’s driving me crazy.”

  I look at him, and take in a deep breath, before announcing, “I’ve never had a lover, I’ve only had two boyfriends, and we never…” I trail off, not sure how to say it.

  He let’s go of me as if a snake had bitten him. “Wait, what are you saying?”

  “Did you just say you’ve never had a lover before… as in you’re a virgin?” He asks me, looking back at me with an incredulous look.

  “It’s ok, I tell him, we’ll pretend this never happened.”

  I’m furiously buttoning up my dress now. I look around his office, trying to locate my torn panties. They must be somewhere in this bloody room.

  “I know you are used to ‘real,’ experienced women,” I shout at him, now literally on the verge of tears. I’m still searching for my missing goddamn panties.

  “Looking for these?” he asks, holding up my torn, red panties. He sniffs them and then hands them to me with a broad smile.

  “I’ll go now, I tell him,” trying to keep the little dignity I have in my current undignified state. It’s not every day a man hands me my torn panties.

  I’m about to grab ahold of my panties from him, but he grabs my hand instead, pulling me towards me.

  “Sorry about my reaction,” he says, “but it was literally from shock and happiness all in one.”

  Holding me very tight in his arms, he starts to kiss me again. This time a bit slower, not the rushed, frantic kissing of earlier. When we come up for breath, and he looks at me, lifting my chin with his hands.

  “You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world… my beautiful, curvy virgin. I was dreading the thought of hearing about your past lovers. You’re going to be mine, all mine,” he announces. “God, I can’t wait to teach you everything you need to know.”

  I’m stunned. “I thought you wouldn’t want me,” I say. “I’m not exactly the ‘perfect package.’ With me, you’re getting chubby and inexperienced. I’m sure you can do much better than me.”

  “Don’t ever say that again,” he tells me, looking at me with a stern look on his face. “You are the best, and I want you, as you are, no changes.”

  Taking my arms, he places it behind his neck, pulling me closer to him. I’m looking up at him
because even seated on his desk; he’s still much taller than me.

  “I want to remember this moment for as long as I’m alive,” he continues. “I’m going to be going through something serious, quite soon. But, I’m going to be okay with you by my side. I’ll tell you about it in a short while.”

  I’m ecstatic at this change of events, but I can hear a slight worry in his voice. I decide not to push him for answers to his unusual statement just yet. All I want to do is just remain in his arms right now.

  These big, muscular arms have become my safe place. I hope it never ends, because for the first time in my life, I’m in love.

  11

  Harry

  I’m going to marry this woman.

  The thought creeps up on me, as I look at her in my arms. Her head is on my chest. Right where she belongs.

  I can’t wait to make that tight pussy mine forever. I thank the Gods of fate for saving her for me. The day she tells me she’s pregnant with our baby is going to be one of my best, well, besides the day we get to conceive that baby. I want as many babies as possible with my goldilocks.

  We are going to start the process of painting her from tomorrow so that I can have that done before I start the serious preparations for my dad’s operation. I look forward to immortalizing her on paint. That picture will hang in our bedroom, for her and my eyes only.

  The meeting with my parents is something I’m not really looking forward to it, especially having to see my dad again, but it has to get done. I’m dreading his reaction towards my mom when he finds out she went behind his back.

  Never mind the fact that it’s for his own good, and in this case; a matter of life and death. I just hope he does not give my mom too much crap, hence our decision to tell him together. The procedure is probably going to put me out of circulation for a good few months.

  “Are you available tomorrow?” I ask her, “I want to start painting you.”

  “I normally do all my paintings in a separate studio, but I want you sprawled out on this desk, in all your naked glory. I want to remember that view whenever I work in my office.”

  She looks at me, her cheeks all red again. God, I’m going to enjoy making her blush for the rest of our lives.

  “I’m just going to cover what’s mine,” I tell her. “No one but me will get see your breasts and my family diamond,” I say, not caring if I sound too possessive.

  “What should I wear?”

  “Not too much,” I reply with a wink, “you’ll be taking it all off anyway.”

  Just the thought of her completely naked tomorrow is making me hard again.

  I would have loved to take her here and now. But a girl like her needs time. No way am I rushing with my goldilocks. Her first time must be special.

  She looks at me with those big brown eyes that I’m becoming used to and asks, “you’re sure no one else would see my picture? I don’t want to end up on some dodgy site.”

  I smile at her innocence. “Honey, your pic will be as covered as a nun, compared to what’s out on the internet today. And since you’re going to be my children’s mother, I would not want them to see naked pictures of their mom when they’re older.”

  She looks at me, shocked surprise showing in her eyes when I mention she will be my children’s mother.

  I let that sink in. I want her to become used to that title.

  “I have to see my parents this afternoon,” I tell her. “An urgent family matter,” I say by way of explanation.

  “You’ll be meeting them real soon. You’ll love my mom. My dad tends to grow on you… okay that’s putting it mildly. He’s a difficult one.”

  I’m joking about it with her, but I’m seriously worried about my old man’s unpredictability.

  “I haven’t seen my old man in more than twenty years.” I find myself saying these words out loud for the first time since our disagreement. Sharing something so personal with her shocks me, but it also makes me realize how serious I am about her. Outside of my mom, this is the first time I’ve ever discussed the situation with my dad.

  “I’m so sorry to hear that. Perhaps it’s time for you guys to reconcile now?” I hear her soft voice as if from afar. “Seems like it’s affected you a lot,” she says.

  I’m surprised at her observation ability, especially at her age. I’m generally not one to show my emotions. Waste of time and energy.

  Life happens, you move on. That has always been my mantra.

  I look at my goldilocks, and I can’t believe that this beautiful woman has not been snapped up by some man already. But, that’s their loss; my gain.

  “Not only are you beautiful, but you’re also kind,” I tell her, pulling her into me for another hug.

  “I don’t want to let you go now, but as mentioned, I’m seeing my folks later. I look forward to our work tomorrow,” I add with a wink.

  There is hardly anyone left in my studio when Bree and I leave my office. I’m grateful for that, as I’m not really feeling in the mood to deal with customers right now.

  I walk her to her car and then take her into my arms once more. I can’t seem to get enough of kissing this woman. “See you tomorrow, beautiful. I can’t wait.”

  12

  Bree

  I walk away from my man, and I can’t help but think that this is what it feels like to be ‘floating on cloud nine.’

  Yes, I can call him ‘my man’ now. I think he feels the same way about me that I do about him.

  Not even the honking of a fellow motorist can sour my mood. I guess I’m driving too slow for him, but I’m just reliving the great day I’ve had today, replaying each glorious moment in my head over and over again.

  I shoot him a peace-up sign and just smile.

  I hope Harry can reconcile with his dad. I find it sad that they are both still alive and have not seen each other in such a long time. I’m looking forward to meeting his parents.

  I’ve never known my dad. My mom has point blank refused to discuss him with me, just saying he was some Hollywood producer that knocked her up. It’s always only been the two of us, when she was available. I suppose in her own way, she tried hard to be her version of a good mother. The fact that she had me at such a young age probably doesn’t help either.

  My phone vibrates inside my handbag. Scratching around in my bag, I pull it out.

  Private number?

  “Hey kid, are you going to slam the phone down on me again?” She asks before I can get a word in edgewise. I’m surprised to hear my mother’s voice on the other side.

  “Why is your number on private?”

  “I wasn’t sure you’d take my call,” she says. “You did slam down the phone the last time we spoke, and you’ve never done that before.”

  I know she’s trying to guilt-trip me. It’s not going to work anymore. Been there, done that.

  “What can I do for you, mom?” I enquire politely. I know she wants something from me. When she refers to me as ‘kid,’ and she makes a concerted effort to contact me, she always wants something.

  “I wanted to find out if I can come see you? I’ll be in your neck of the woods for a few days, since we’re shooting in your area.”

  I’m a bit reluctant to meet up with her, but then decide to give her another chance. Perhaps if she sees that I have a boyfriend now, and a hot one at that, her attitude towards me might change. A girl can only hope.

  Tomorrow’s not an option. There’s no way I’m missing my appointment with Harry.

  “I can meet you the day after tomorrow,” I tell her, “where would you like to meet?”

  “Can we meet at your place? We can decide what to do when we meet. Oh, and Bree… Dress nice.”

  I decide to ignore her dig. “Ok, Angelika, can we make it around my lunchtime, I’ll take an extended lunch break. That’s the best I can do.”

  “It’s not like I expect you to take a few hours off for your mother,” she replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I choose to ignore her jibe, el
se this conversation will start going downhill fast.

  “I’ll let you know when I leave the office. That should give you enough time to get to my place.”

  I make up some fake reason to get off the phone with her, and we say our goodbyes.

  My happiness won’t be spoiled by anyone—my mother included. Maybe I will even let her meet Harry before she leaves. I’ll decide after our meeting.

  This day has just turned into one of the best I’ve had to date. I’m dating the most gorgeous man I’ve met, and he’s given me my first orgasm. I hope there is more where that came from. The added bonus is that he’s as attracted to me as I’m to him, with all my plus-sized curves.

  13

  Harry

  I arrive at my parent’s place with mixed feelings. Sitting in my car, I take in the familiar sight of the house I grew up in. Growing up here was great. I had everything a kid could want because my parents were reasonably well off.

  Everything went to shits towards the end of my high school. My art teacher noticed I had what he considered a ‘great artistic talent.’ He approached my parents and encouraged them to allow me to follow my passion by focusing more on art subjects at school.

  My dad was fine with it, provided the ‘art thing’ as he referred to it, was done on a part-time basis. When he realized I was taking it seriously and wanted to do it as a living, he was pissed. He comes from the school of believers that are convinced most artist will die poor, struggling paupers. His main objection to me becoming an artist is that I would not be running the business that he built up from the ground in the future.

  Being their only son did not help my case. Tried as I might, I just could never see myself in the line of business that he was in. I would have been unhappy and would probably have driven the company, that he built up from scratch, into the ground.