A Muse Part 2

I lifted my skirts and petticoats to make it easier for my lover. His lips disappeared from mine and he kissed my pale neck again. His hair brushing against my porcelain skin. His soft lips moved lower kissing all the way to the swell of my breasts. A gasp escaped my lips. This urged him on.

His hands wandered to my thighs. Then I felt a tingle and opened my eyes. In his beautiful hand was a big tipped paintbrush. I was finally going to be his masterpiece.

The paintbrush stroked and teased my inner thighs as my lover continued. His mouth still kissing the top of my heaving chest. Moans were escaping my lips and my desire was growing.

I felt a sharp pain as my lover entered me. The pain turned to pleasure as he thrust faster and faster. I at last was his. Our breaths quickened as our desires reached a crescendo.

Then it was over as soon as it had begun. I had finally become his masterpiece. He at last belonged to me. I was his muse.