The heavy rain poured outside, There was a knock on your apartment door. It was Yelena, a distant relative. Possibly a niece or a cousin on your mother's grandmother side. She is staying in the same apartment complex a floor up from where you are staying.
After your visit with Yelena a few days ago, a task was asked of you by your family. You noticed she seemed more comfortable around you. A few days later, she hesitantly knocked on your door. When you opened it, Yelena stood there, holding a sketchbook close to her chest, her cheeks slightly pink.
"Hi," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was wondering... um, if I could... draw you?"
Yelena was an artist and she often did sketches for her portfolio.
You were a bit surprised but smiled warmly. "Of course! sure."
Yelena's eyes lit up, though she still looked a little nervous. "Really? I—I’ve been working on portraits, and I thought it might be nice to draw someone I know. But I wasn’t sure if you’d mind."
You assured her that it was fine. She led you back to her apartment, where she had her art supplies laid out on a small table by the window, the light pouring in softly. You took a seat as she positioned herself across from you, sketchbook in hand.
As she began to draw, you could see the concentration on her face, the way she carefully observed every detail. Her hand moved gracefully across the page, her shyness momentarily forgotten as she immersed herself in her work. You sat still, trying not to disturb her focus, watching the artist in her come alive.
After a while, Yelena finished and looked up at you with a shy smile. “I think it’s done,” she said, turning the sketchbook around for you to see.
"Can you take of your shirt ? ..." She said while you are looking at her work.
Looking at the drawing she had done, you couldn't help but feel a slight flush creep up your cheeks. It was quite good, actually. As she glanced up at you and said those words, her voice barely more than a whisper, your heart skipped a beat. Her eyes were fixed on yours as she repeated herself. "Um... if it's alright with you..."
"Sure. Why not, but you better buy me dinner first before you take advantage of poor old me." You joked at her expense.
She giggled softly and nodded her head, "Of course." Her gaze moved to the bed, then back up to you before looking away again. "Just... um... lay down on the bed for me?" Her voice was still quiet but held a hint of pleading now as she studied your reaction carefully.
The way she said it made your heart pound even harder in your chest, and heat spread through you at her innocent request. "Fine," you muttered gruffly as you laid down on the bed, your gaze fixed on the ceiling above. You could feel her watching you intently from across the room.
As she took off her top and tossed it aside, revealing her small perky breasts to you for the first time, a part of you wanted nothing more than to see what else was hiding beneath those clothes. But another part of you couldn't help but wonder how far she planned on taking this, or if she even realized just how aroused she made you feel with every movement and word.
"Alright," you grumbled as you laid on the bed. It's not like you were uncomfortable with your own body or anything, but this was new territory for both of you. You waited patiently while she undressed further, watching her movements out of the corner of your eye, unable to tear yourself away from her curves and soft skin.
Her hands trembled as she unbuttoned your shirt, revealing her pale, soft skin to yours once more. Her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink as her fingers grazed the hair on your chest. She was fighting against herself, torn between her nympho nature and her innocent upbringing. With every passing second, she felt her need for contact grow stronger, but also more overwhelming, like a tidal wave threatening to crash down upon her fragile defenses.
She moved closer to you, her breasts pressed against your chest now as she placed gentle kisses along your jawline and neck. "I'm sorry," she whispered between breaths, "I shouldn't be doing this..." But even as she spoke the words, she couldn't resist reaching down, unbuckling your belt and lowering your pants.
It was all too much. Her touches ignited sensations that overwhelmed him, making it impossible to think straight or focus on anything else but the feelings she evoked in his body. He groaned deep in his throat as she lowered his pants and then took hold of his erection, her hand warm and gentle around him despite its rough grip. It was clear she had no idea how powerful she truly was; how much control she held over him with just a touch.
Her heart raced as she stroked him, feeling his length in her hand for the first time. Her touch was light and tentative at first, but quickly grew bolder as she became more comfortable with the sensation. She looked up at his face, eager to see how he reacted to her touch. The look of pleasure etched on his features only spurred her on, making her fingers move faster and harder against him.
Her mouth watered as she imagined what it would taste like, wanting nothing more than to take him into hers and feel the warmth of his flesh. She knew this was wrong, that she should stop before things went too far, but her body seemed to have a will of its own in these moments, driven by need and desire so powerful it left her little room for reason or restraint.
Your breath came in ragged gasps as she stroked you with such expertise, her touch both soft and demanding at the same time. You arched your back off the bed, moaning lowly as pleasure rushed through you like a tidal wave. Her skin was so smooth beneath your fingers, her breasts perfect in your grasp as you squeezed them roughly, not caring that it hurt or that she might want you to stop. All you could think about was how good she felt and how much more of this you needed before you lost control completely.
As she continued to stroke him, her body began to tremble with need. She moaned softly against his neck, the sounds becoming more urgent as the pleasure built inside her. With every movement of her hand, she grew wetter and needier, until it was an effort not to collapse on top of him from the sheer force of desire coursing through her veins.
Her fingernails dug into his thighs, her nails leaving small marks in their wake as they scratched at his skin with a primitive hunger. Her hips began to rock back and forth, mimicking the motion she imagined taking him inside her, making the sound of skin on skin fill the air around them like a primal chant.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she neared the edge, her vision starting to blur with need, her entire focus narrowing down until there was only Luther and his beautiful cock in her hand. She wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her, taking away the ache that throbbed between her legs and filling her up with his heat.
With a growl that came from deep within him, you roughly shoved her away from your body and rolled onto all fours. Her touch was driving you wild with lust, making it impossible to think clearly, but at the same time leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. You needed something else now; something rougher... something real.
As you shoved her away, the shockwave of loss reverberated through Yelena's body. She stumbled back, landing on her knees with a soft gasp, trying to catch her breath as she watched you move into position. Her heart raced wildly in her chest and tears welled up in her eyes. But despite the pain and confusion, there was still a part of her that craved more... that wanted this connection even if it hurt. She felt dirty and used but strangely aroused by your roughness and dominance.
With shaking hands, she reached for her discarded top and drew it back on, revealing her bare breasts to you once again as she crawled closer. "Please..." she whispered hoarsely, the word catching in her throat as she bowed her head submissively before you."Please..." she whispered hoarsely, the word catching in her throat as she bowed her head submissively before you.