"Susana, stop fidgeting.”

She looked at him, annoyed, and then relaxed with a smile.

“I can’t help it; every time you paint me, you stand there as naked as I am, your cock swinging like a pendulum, hypnotising me.”

Susana was sitting in a high-backed chair, completely naked, her flawless body shimmering under the glow of the studio lights. The backdrop had been changed for this painting, for a skyline of blue and white.

He laughed. They had the same minor arguments for as long as he could remember. John was an artist, a good one. He mostly painted portraits for high-end clients, but he also did life drawings and paintings, and for these, he always had Susana. She was his muse, his inspiration. She had been modeling for him for nearly twenty years, and as time went on, as her body matured and new features, lines, and aging appeared, the more he loved to paint her.

They had a close relationship, and they both got paid well for the work they did together. It was always the same ritual; they would both be completely naked during their painting sessions, and more often than not, things got overheated.

Susana moved again, much to John's annoyance. He put down his paintbrush and walked around his canvas towards her. She smiled with anticipation of knowing what was going to happen.

“We can’t do this every time we paint,” he said as he leant forward.

She smiled and kissed him softly on the lips.

“Yes, we can,” she said softly.

Her hand wrapped around his long, soft penis, stroking him to instant hardness. They knew each other’s bodies better than most married couples, and they seemed to have an unspoken pact of love and lust.

She opened her legs and let him guide his cock inside her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply as he slowly slid in and out of her. That was the thing: it was an unspoken love from years of working together. From a girl in her early twenties to a woman in her forties, they had always made love during their sessions. She always felt safe and loved with him.

His hands gripped her soft breasts, leaving smudges of blue and white paint. They kissed passionately, years of unspoken love, as he slowly moved just the way she liked. Their mouths met once more in a deep, passionate kiss.

John slid his hands beneath her, lifting her by her butt and laying her gently on the floor. She could feel the paint splatter on her back as he made love to her missionary. She loved this position, as he always seemed to get deep inside her.

Their bodies moved in unison, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her arms traced his muscled back, and her face nuzzled into his neck. Just the sound of their lovemaking and the faint whir of the AC reverberated around the room.

Her moans grew louder, and her body shook as her first orgasm rippled through her body; she moaned softly, biting his neck at the same spot she had done so many times before.

He held her close, rolling over so she was lying on top of him. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she started to move her hips, gliding up and down on his shaft. She lifted her head to moan, pulling herself up so she was sitting on his lap. She looked down at him and laughed as their bodies were now streaked with paint.

She bounced hard and fast, feeling another orgasm build up inside her. She could feel him tense up, too, a knowing tell. She leaned forward, resting her hands on either side of his head as she bounced with more urgency. It hit her hard this time, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave, and then another.

She collapsed on top of him, her body shaking in pleasure. He pulled her close, holding her tight as he slammed his cock up inside her. His grunts and groans echoed around the room as he whimpered to stay in control.

“Cum for me, my love,” she whispered in his ear.

John relaxed and, with a groan, started to shoot his load deep inside her, making her shake and moan. She held him close, kissing him deeply and passionately.

They lay there for a couple of minutes, basking in the glow of their love.

“Susana, we have a deadline on this painting. We need to go get cleaned up.”

She smiled at him and gave him a peck on the lips. She slowly climbed off him and stood up. She held out her hand and helped him up, too.

He held her hand and led her out of his studio and into the bathroom next door. She walked with him, smiling at his back, covered in a mix of paint from the floor. She could feel his cum dripping down her leg as he turned on the shower.

They stepped into the shower together, the water washing over their bodies. The water on the floor turned into a swirl of blue, green, and red as the paint washed off them. They held each other close as John took the sponge and began scrubbing her back.

She lovingly washed his cock, cupping and caressing his balls. His hand slid between her legs, washing her hole and pulling all his cum from her. They both kissed as they washed each other down, following a ritual they had performed many times before.

Once clean, they stepped out, and John handed Susana a towel. They both vigorously dried off. John watched as Susana slowly and methodically redid her makeup, identical to how it had been before.

Once it was clean, John led Susana by the hand into the studio once more. She led her to her chair and got her into a pose. Once satisfied, he walked back behind his canvas.

He peeked round his canvas, picked up his brush, dipped it in paint, and looked at her lovingly.

“Susana, stop fidgeting.”

THE END