Picture Perfect

By Deena

"Take your clothes off, please."

Carly didn’t even turn around to see the model that the agency had sent her for her next romance cover assignment. She had rung him up after he had spoken the magic words in a soft Spanish accent – "Green Moon Modeling Agency sent me," into the door monitor downstairs. She had left the apartment door open and was in the kitchen making a pot of tea when he had come in.

"The studio’s the door on the right. Just go in. I’ll be with you in a moment. Would you like some tea," she added in an after thought.

"Yes, please," he’d responded in that liquid sherry voice.

Filling up two cups, she came back into the room she’d turned into a studio. Her apartment was one of those marvelous loft ones with a high ceiling and large windows, perfect to be made into a studio. When she had contracted to Atame Press as a cover artist for Catherine de Ferrers' series of legendary lovers, she had treated herself to a remodeling of her co-op. One interior wall had been taken down and the studio and her bedroom were now one huge flowing affair. Her simple futon was hidden behind a gorgeous Japanese screen her dad had given her as a housewarming gift. If the creative urge hit her in the middle of the night, she simply fell out of bed and strolled six feet to her drawing board.

"You can change behind the screen in the studio...ah, what’s your name?" She asked with some embarrassment. "The agency never tells me these things."

"Alejandro Ramirez. Should I take everything off?" He asked curiously.

"Sure. These are preliminary sketches. I’ll need to get a good idea of your build before I add the female model. She couldn’t make it today, so we’ll just have to do with..." Carly stopped in mid word, rooted to the spot. Stepping from behind the elaborate room divider was a body that could have posed for Michaelangelo’s "David". Only this "David" was more than adequately endowed. Normally a naked model’s body had no affect on her. But this one – he oozed sex.

He still had on his jock strap – a black number that barely contained his manhood. His shoulder-length hair was the color of dark chocolate and was pulled back into a ponytail. His eyes – G-d, his eyes! How the hell was she going to get the color of his eyes right? As he moved in and out of the shadows in the room they changed. Were they sherry-colored? Amber? Honey? Whiskey? They were simply not brown.

"Do you want me to take off the jock strap?" he asked. His hands hovered uncertainly near his groin.

"No, no. Just leave it on for now, please." Carly could barely get the words out.

The open window let in the scent of magnolia blossoms from the Vieux Carre section of New Orleans. Fortunately, it was early morning or the sounds of hot jazz floating on the languid breeze would have danced all over the room. It was Mardi Gras time, but a deadline was a deadline. Carly needed to get these preliminary sketches out of the way. She couldn’t let herself be distracted by the exotic smells drifting in from the window and the erotic body of her model.

"Okay, Alejandro, just walk around the room, like you’re talking a walk down the street where you live."

He obligingly took her at her word and began to stroll casually around the confines of the studio. Nodding a greeting to imaginary neighbors, Alejandro walked seductively down his imaginary main street. He moved like a panther. Carly could almost hear his growl rumbling in her ear. Thinking to get herself a bit more relaxed, Carly went to her sound system and randomly punched in a music selection. It was probably not the wisest move.

The strains of an insistent beat pulsated though the rooms. Soon the sultry voice of Tina Turner filled the loft. In a moment, the tones of Antonio Banderas joined hers in as intimate a mating of two voices as possible without being in a bedroom. Alejandro stopped dead in his tracks. It was having the most amazing affect on him.

"Senorita, I...why did you put on that song?"

She could see that the rise and fall of his chest was increasing. His breath was becoming harsh. Clenching and unclenching his fists, he stood in the middle of her studio as if caught by a trap of seduction.

"Why, I didn’t specifically pick it, Alejandro. It just happened to be one of the CDs I listen to. Why? Is there something wrong?" Looking at him, at his reaction, Carly could only think that there was something right. The black jock strap was having an increasingly difficult job of containing his burgeoning erection. Listening to the incessant beat of the music and the mesmerizing voice of the male singer, Carly did something she had sworn never to do – she made physical connect with one of her models. Boldly cupping him, she gently squeezed his love sacs. His hands sprang on hers, whether to remove them or clasp them tighter she couldn’t tell.

"What do you want, Alejandro? Shall I take my hands away or..." she let the question trickle away. He answered mutely through the simple response of thrusting his flesh against the tender snare of her fingers. His hands lifted and gripped her waist, creeping up underneath the loose men’s shirt she wore while working. As was her custom, she wasn’t wearing a bra. His hands discovered this quickly and began their own seductive fondling. He unbuttoned the oversized shirt, letting it fall off her shoulders to be caught by her hands unwilling to relinquish their caressing of his shaft. He stared at her breasts revealed in the morning light streaming into the studio.

"You are beautiful, Carly." His words acted like an aphrodisiac on her. She could feel her nipples tightening into hard little buds longing to feel his touch. He bent his head and looked up at her from under his too-lush-for-a-guy lashes, as if asking her permission to place his mouth on her. Her hands reluctantly unclasped from his manhood and the shirt fell to the floor completely freeing her. He took it as a yes. He feasted upon her like a man gone too long without food. Taking one breast almost entirely in his mouth, he suckled greedily on the rosy nubbin. His hand kneaded the other one, while he held her up around her waist.

Reaching behind to his ponytail, Carly pulled off the leather thong holding all that hair in place and sighed as it fell on his shoulders. Her hands threaded through the strands glorying in the silky feel of it. I want him, she thought. I want him so badly, I can taste it.

He brought his body tightly to hers. His penis was still hard and thick, still encased in the flimsy black cloth. He drew his mouth away from her breasts and murmured harshly,

"Take it from me. Unleash me."

He stood up to give her access and she knelt down to strip the jock down his legs. Quickly, he kicked it aside and took her head in his hands. "Take me in your mouth. Now!" It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a command and one she willingly obeyed. Needing no further urging, she opened her mouth wide, trying to take him all in. It was impossible. He was just too wonderfully big. She could hear him as if from a distance encouraging her to try.

"Yessss. Si, Dios, your mouth. More. Ahhh, deeper, querida. Try. Better, better. So good." Knowing she couldn’t take him in as deep as she wanted, she licked him from tip to base, relishing the male taste of him.

"Enough! Carly, I either take you now or I will cum in your mouth." His eyes blazed with a passion that was barely dampened. He took a deep breath and asked, "Which do you want?"

Rising from her knees, she led him to the futon behind the screen. Shrugging off her jeans, she answered him.

"In me. Now." Lying there, she let her legs fall open inviting him into her body.

"Are you protected?" he asked abruptly.

"I’m on the pill and there are condoms in the drawer there." He quickly opened the small package but she stopped him when he was about to sheath himself.

"Let me," she begged. Slowly, inch by inch, she encased him. I wish I could feel him in me, she thought. This is insane. I don’t know this man. But I don’t care. Never in my wildest dreams have I ever felt like this. She laughed out loud as she heard herself echoing the words to the song playing lingeringly in the background.

"What, querida? Why are you laughing?"

"Us. You and me. The music. I have never done anything like this before, Alejandro. It’s like the song."

He looked down at her, her hands still hovering around his penis.

"Carly, look at me." She raised her head and stared into eyes the color of heated honey. "This is a mad thing. I, too, have never felt like this before. But, is it a bad thing, to feel wild?"

"No. No, not if it feels like this. Please, Alejandro, please. I want you...now."

As the music swirled around them, their bodies danced a dance as old as time. He moved over her, in her, surrounding her, filling her to overflowing. Faster and faster, harder and harder, never stopping, never giving her any quarter. He fisted his hands in her hair, grinding his hips against hers. Her fingers grabbed his lean flanks, massaging the firm muscles in his butt. Her breaths came in gulps, as she urged him on. Her voice and the music merging.

"Don’t let me go, not yet. Not yet."

The sweat glistened on Alejandro’s skin. The sharp smell of sex blossoming from their bodies. He buried his head between the sweet cradle of her chin and shoulder.

"I can smell your skin, feel you breathing. You are like a drug, querida. You intoxicate me." He lifted his head and drew back on his heels, drawing her with him.

"Wrap your legs around me and don’t let go. Open your eyes and watch how wonderful we are together."

Obeying him, Carly turned her head, looking at the mirror that covered one side of the loft, watching their entwined image in their silvered glass. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. It set her off, pushed her over the edge. Using all her strength, she pushed him onto his back and settled more firmly on him. She was like a wildcat, teasing her prey.

"Bruja! Like a witch, you’ve cast a spell on me! I don’t want to stop!"

"Don’t stop."

Carly lost track of how many times he brought her to fulfillment, how many times she went tottering over the edge of the world. Throughout that sultry day before Mardi Gras, her studio became a lover’s paradise. They’d sleep, wake up and screw some more. Tina’s and Antonio’s voices singing over and over again as the CD continued to replay.

Night fell. The sun went down and the moon came up. Finally, they lay exhausted in each other’s arms, a light sheet thrown over them.

Carly turned to him, fearful that when she’d awaken next morning, he’d be gone.

"Alejandro, we’ve done this all backwards."

He grinned at her.

"Backwards? I don’t think we tried that even once!"

"No! No," she said more softly. "First the sex came. I want more than that." Looking at him earnestly she asked, "Tell me you want more than that."

His hands went up to cup her face. He lightly grazed her lips with his, barely brushing them.

"Yes. Si, I want more than that. I want to find a place where we can open our hearts to each other and share more than just our bodies. Now, the journey can begin."

"The journey has begun."

Image Courtesy of the Antonio Banderas Web Mall