The Enchanted Ones

I Need Inspiration

Winslow

I make sure everyone's asleep and sneak into Everett's room.

When he hears the door crack he looks up from his notebook and grins when he sees me. He gets up and pulls me in a kiss from my waist. I immediately feel butterflies and my pussy throbbing. Ever since he told me those words when we were babysitting little Enzo I've been thinking about just fucking him. I smile into the kiss, running my hands through his hair. I pull back and smile at him. I look down at his notebook and see a half finished drawing of me with a baby. I take his hands on my palms and make him let go of me. I stand in front of his desk and observe the drawing. I feel a hard presence towering over me and I look up to meet his green eyes filled with desire. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "I need some inspiration. Care to help?"

I cup his face and smash my lips on his, "Just tell me what to do."

He places his hands on my waist and gently but eagerly hoists me up. My legs wrap around him and he positions me on the bed.

"Take off your clothes."

I bite my swollen lips to hold back my smile of excitement as I take off my t shirt, painfully slow, looking intensely into his eyes. He starts breathing heavily and  doesn't break eye contact with me. When my shirt comes off, his eyes widen because I'm not wearing a bra.

"Came prepared?"

I grin playfully as I toss my shirt to the floor and untie my sweatpants. I slide them down my thighs and throw them on the floor too, waiting for him to do something but all he does is eye me head to toe and smirk, his eyes dark with lust and desire. "You are just the perfect inspiration for me." He takes off my panties too. I grab his face for a kiss. He makes a sound from deep down his throat and pulls back, "Lay on your side, facing me." I do exactly that and I'm very surprised I don't feel even a bit embarrassed or self insecure. Instead, I feel very turned on. "Rest your head on your palm and sway your legs in front of you." He doesn't stop looking at me like he wants to eat me raw. He walks closer and moves my waist where he wants it to be. Next, he brings my other hand over my waist, hanging and just barely touching the bed. He touches my thighs but this time without moving them. And I know it's an excuse to touch me. He takes a deep breath as if restraining himself from fucking me and walks to his desk. He takes the book and faces me.

I smile playfully and never take my eyes off him as he begins running his hand on the book, sketching. 

Fuck what am I doing? This is nothing like what I've done in my sexual live with my previous partners. Yet this is what I want. To be fucked like a slut and sketched naked while we're both dying to feel eachother deep inside us. The tension while he's drawing me is insufferable. The way he glances up at me to continue his sketch but his eyes linger on my body a bit too long than he's supposed to. I bite my lips in eagerness. I want him. I need him.

"Stop biting your lips, stay still I'm not done yet."

"I don't care, I want you to fuck me." His eyes go from looking to his book to mine. Now dark, filled with desire and lust. I look in his too, signing him how much I want him just with my eyes. He licks his lips, swallows and continues drawing me. Damn it my pussy is so wet. I want to see that drawing and I want him inside me so fucking much it kills me. I press my thighs together, trying to stop the feeling but it makes it worse because I moved and he looked up at me with a punishing look.  He knows what he's doing to me and he's enjoying it, while I'm suffering. 

"Beautiful." He spits out as his pencil makes a sound on his drawing, "So fucking beautiful." He smirks at the book and I suppose throws a bit more last details. My pussy is soaking wet I can't take it anymore. I spread my legs and place two fingers inside me. I moan at the feeling and hung my head back. I hear a groan and glance up to see him in front of me, on the edge of the bed, staring at me with so much lust. But I don't stop. If he's not going to fuck me soon, I'll come with my own fingers. I move them inside me, breathing hard and moaning.