Innocence is a Sweet Thing to Break...

#3~ Painting Risks

I'm sitting at my white, wooden desk that has been covered in layers of colours. Each one probably from a different medium such as paint or marker. It's currently 6:30 am and I'm sat her starring nervously at the sketched up canvas in front of me. I had previously woken up at 5:00 and immediately had an idea for a painting, I couldn't wait and risk losing the idea so I jumped out of bed and got to work. Tying my hair into a high ponytail so that my medium length, brown hair falls just short of my shoulders.

When 6:30 had rolled around, my idea had be sketched across the stark white canvas. The pail grey lines that mould the image I had in my mind, bring it to life on the canvas. I stare at the image for a bit longer, contemplating wether to use acrylic or watercolour paints....
I finally agree on using watercolours and begin preparing the array of colours on my pallet.
I pour a bit of water into a small dish and grab a fitting size paintbrush, dip it in a bit of water, then paint and begin cautiously painting each line.
Time flies by as my image begins to take form and come to life with each brush stroke. The colours blending together in all the right places, yet stay separate where needed. My focus is stuck to the way the fibres of the brush glide across the canvas, to the point that I don't notice that my boyfriend Desmond has just woken up.
It is currently 9:37 am, I have been painting for about three hours straight but it only felt like three minutes...

At this point I'm so focused on the brush that I'm practically in a trance, just robotically following the lines left by the pencil. I hear Desmond's husky morning voice mumble something but I can't pick it out. Unable to get a response from me he speaks a little louder, I still don't take notice of his words. My mind is elsewhere, watching each strand of the brush move individually over each imperfection of the canvas.
He must have gotten frustrated with me because the next thing I know, the brush is out of my hand and on the desk, my body is pulled from its position in my chair and I'm suddenly dropped onto the soft surface of the bed. I am immediately aware the Desmond now has me pinned to the bed by both of my hand above my head, one leg is straight out and reaching for support from the floor while the other is placed between my legs on the bed. His knee is placed ever so carful and closely to my core that it makes me blush at the realization of what I am wearing.

I'm still in the clothes I had slept in, my loose, button up flannel and pail pink, lacy panties. Don't judge me, it was too hot for pants but too cold for a t-shirt.

My mind is snapped out of its realization again by Desmond's controlling demeanour.
"Now, let's try this again shall we?" He states more so then asks.
I gulp nervously and nod my head.
"Good girl, now... what makes you think that you can wear something like that this early in the morning, without making a situation for me? You know how easily you affect me..." this time, he says this while scanning my body that is still pinned beneath him.

I feel heat rise to my cheeks as his gaze gets lower down my body. As his eyes meet with the pail lace of my panties, he lets out a low growl and looks me in the eyes again. Now... I'll admit it... that growl was both terrifying and overwhelmingly sexy at the same time...

"I think we should remove these clothing restraints from you... to help break your little painting trance..." he says as he begins to undo the buttons of my flannel night shirt. I just nod again, unable to say anything to this unusually behaviours Boyfriend of mine.
I let him take full control over me...

Of course, sine I had been sleeping and then immediately began painting, I didn't have time to put on a bra. So basically, Desmond has complete access to my chest... which he thoroughly enjoyed as he's finished unbuttoning my shirt.

He began to place kisses down my neck and chest. Once he made his way the my right breast, he began sucking, flicking and biting my nipple. Actions he knew would drive me crazy. Soft moans were escaping my lips as he worked his magic, my hands squirm under his grip, wanting to be free from their pinned positions to make their way into his hair.

I glance down at him through half closed eyes and see that he is looking at me with a smirk on his face. This only turned me on more of corse...
From there he worked his way down to my panties, letting go of my hands to tug lightly at the top of the pail pink lace.
He growls again, this time more lustfully hungry...
"Hmm... I liked these... what a shame..."
I look at him questionably before he smirks wide and literally rips them off of me.
I gasp loudly at the action and the cooler air hitting my soaked core. This causes Desmond to smirk devilishly at me before diving in and giving it a lick. The motion was so fast that it made my legs try to shut and a moan to be heard from me. I say that my legs "tried" to close because they were stopped my Desmond's hands forcing them to stay open. Did I mention that when this man wants something he gets it... and he'll use his strength to get it...

He repeats that action multiple upon multiple times while also plunging his tongue into my core on occasion to make me whimper In pleasure.
While this is happening he snakes one of his hands down closer to my core, stopping for a split second to coat his fingers before sliding them into me while still licking and sucking on my sensitive clit.

The sudden wave of pleasure causes me to buck my hips and arch my back a bit, loud moans slip past my lips as I tangle my hand further into his hair. I pull him up to met my lips and I kiss him hungrily. He breaks the kiss to breathe.
"Hey... I'm supposed to be in control here-" I cut him off
"Desmond... I need you to fuck me right now~... I need you~" I say as seductively as possible, which is pretty hard to do when your boyfriend is still fingering you...

He chuckles "as you wish then"
He removes his boxers and grabs a condom from the bedside table. He flips me over and lifts my hips into the air so I'm face down into the pillow with my ass in the air. Once he's ready, he lines himself up with my entrance and without warning he slams into me full force. This causes me to scream out in pleasure. I grab a fist full of the bed sheets and shove my face into the pillow, muffling my erratic and loud moans.

He grabs a hand full of my hair and pulls back, making me face straight ahead.
My moans become even louder some how and I can feel a pit forming quickly.

I try to warn Desmond but before I can even make an attempt, Ive already tightened around him and I feel myself reaching my high. I just scream his name as I release around him. He lets go of my hair but continues his thrusts until he to reaches his high. Afterwards, we both collapse on the bed.

"Fuck babe... you should paint like that every morning... it would be amazing to wake up to doing that every day..." he says with a chuckle. I playfully punch him in the arm "oh stop it you" I chuckle as well.

"I'm gonna go grab a shower then" I say as I climb out of bed and head for the bathroom. I hear him run up behind me, he grabs me by the waist and stop me, leaning in close to my ear he whispers

"Round two?"