‘It looks a bit … um … cubist somehow,’ said the artist’s model, considering the half done drawing.
The artist frowned. ‘You’re right. Your thighs aren’t in the least bit chunky like this …’ The eraser hovered over the chunks in question, but then the artist tossed it aside, and shrugged at the work. ‘I think I’d better stick to my sex skills, don’t you? And making money. I’m pretty good at those, so I’ll leave the art to you.’
‘Oh, I don’t know,’ said Jess, picking up the sketch pad Ellis had been working diligently on for the last half hour. ‘You’ve got something there, Ellis. Believe you me, I used to see a lot worse at life class. A helluva lot worse. And mostly by people who thought they were Leonardo da Vinci.’
Ellis pursed his lips. He was such an achiever. But then he grinned. ‘I’ll have another bash at it later … Let’s do something different now. What do you fancy, Mrs McKenna? Another cocktail? A fruit plate? Sex?’
‘Decisions, decisions.’ Jess smiled at her new husband. She’d been about to adjust her sarong, because it’d slipped down and was barely covering any of her, much less the thighs Ellis had been sketching, but she decided to let it slide even further.
They were on their honeymoon, at Ellis’s ‘shack’, Blue Breezes, and he was relaxed there now that the ghosts of his past no longer hurt him.
‘Oh I do wish I could really draw,’ he said earnestly, lunging forward, ‘because this is the greatest work of art I’ve ever seen.’ His warm hand slid over her breast and her belly, and then her decidedly non-cubist thigh. Jess had been pampering her skin with deluxe body lotion and buffing and toning and beautifying ready for the honeymoon, so she’d look her best in skimpy bikinis … and, more often, out of them.
And she was mostly out of her bikini, because the staff had instructions only to come at certain hours, and to sing loudly when they were approaching, to warn the honeymooners. Jess wasn’t actually a sun worshipper, but a little of it at the least hot times, and plenty of pleasant shade from broad rustic umbrellas, or on the veranda, suited her to a tee. They were almost naked in the shade right now, wearing only their colourful sheets of printed cotton fabric, and their matching narrow wedding bands in simple white gold.
Ellis’s own sarong had fallen open at his lunge, and offered a treat that Jess found far more appetising than any fruit plate. He was huge and hard, as he’d seemed to be almost all the time since they’d got here … apart from the times when they visited Aunt Augusta to dine. Then, he was the perfect dutiful nephew and caring, tactful spouse, bringing Jess together with the first of her many new relations in a relaxed and friendly setting. Jess was already becoming quite fond of the irascible old lady, finding much in her wisdom and sharp humour that reminded her of her own gran.
Their wedding had been a very quiet, but happy affair at the local registry office, with just a few of Jess’s friends to support them, and her closest uncle on her late father’s side to give her away. They’d decided not to announce their marriage to Ellis’s extended family yet, because neither of them wanted any fuss or hoopla. The time would come when they had to let the secret out, but despite her natural nervousness, Jess knew that with Ellis beside her, she was perfectly capable of facing up to in-laws, no matter how rich and exalted they were. Basking in his love bolstered her self-belief with each new day. They could meet any challenge that lay ahead of them, stronger together.
And now, Jess reached for her husband confidently, taking him in hand. Ellis was thrillingly masterful in bed, but she too was learning to be dominant from time to time. Something he loved from her as a piquant change of pace.
‘This is the work of art,’ she pronounced, rubbing him slowly and carefully. Ellis’s staying power was phenomenal, but she didn’t like to take chances. ‘What do you think the patrons of LaPierre and Hornby would think if I sent them one of these for the Salon Privé?’
‘I’d like to think they’d sell like hotcakes …’ Ellis gasped when she fondled him with her thumb, just beneath the crown of his cock.
Jess had been selling a few works to LaPierre and Hornby for a while now, for their risqué collection. Drawings by ‘J. Lockhart’ were much in demand, especially by female art lovers. The sketches Jess sold were always carefully posed, and didn’t show the man’s face, just his magnificent body.
‘Yes, just think, Mr Sex, you’re probably a Dream Lover for all sorts of lovelorn spinsters now … They’ll be looking at your gorgeous bod, and weaving their fantasies around you, just the way I wove fantasies around some imaginary man.’
Ellis just moaned softly and fell back against the cushions. It was Jess’s turn to press forward now, looming over him.
She found it difficult to remember what her own sexual fantasies had been like before Ellis. She’d pictured a body, sometimes a vague face, but that shadow-play had been totally eclipsed by reality now.
The reality of his heart and mind; the reality of his cock, his strong sleek thighs, his smooth powerful chest … and his handsome face.
‘I hope I’m your only fantasy now, Jess McKenna.’ He caught his breath as she climbed astride his thighs and positioned him at her entrance.
‘Oh, you are … you are … you’re more than enough for any woman,’ she purred, beginning to sink down, down, down and fill herself with his heat and hardness. Even now it was still a wonder every time, that something so big and stiff and beautiful could fit inside her. Shuffling into a better position, she flexed her inner muscles mercilessly, making Ellis shout out loud and grab her hips.
‘And you’re more than enough for me, devil woman.’ He bucked up from the blanket, thrusting. ‘The wicked, sexy virgin who seduced me …’
‘It was you who seduced me!’ Jess cried happily, reaching down to touch herself, though she scarcely needed it. With the push and pull and the tug and tension she was barely a whisper from orgasm after only moments. Posing half naked while Ellis had drawn her had been more than ample foreplay.
‘Okay, I’ll give you that one. We seduced each other.’ His eyes meeting hers, he grunted and gasped as she worked him again.
‘Sounds about right,’ replied Jess, grinning in triumph. The pleasure was winding and circling inside her, growing like a shimmering vortex, ready to pop.
When she stroked her clit, she lost control, coming hard and fast.
‘I love you.’
‘I love you.’
Together they laughed and cried and climaxed, forever in love.