Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 05

Literotic asexstories – Crucifix: Temptation Ch. 05 by Browniepoints

Chapter 5. ALL THE FAIR PETALS FALL

As she stood in Brody’s studio, Claudia happened to glance toward the picture window and saw a partially hidden painting to the side. She looked around the room just to make sure he really wasn’t there and lifted the cover. “Oh, my God. That’s, that’s…”

“You.” Brody Anderson, the artist, stood in the doorway. He looked from her to the painting and then back again. He leaned in the doorway and said with a rather exasperated voice, “Sorry, it’s not that good. It’s been a long time since I’ve used oils and you don’t stay still long enough for me to get the shadows right. And, well, as you can see, I had to use my imagination for some of it. But your eyes, I could never get the right colors so, I decided to paint you sleeping.”

Claudia couldn’t believe it. He’d painted her as a nude and it was really a beautiful painting, too. But it wasn’t like it was an explicit nude. He’d painted her sleeping by the rose bushes she loved so much and had helped to tend all summer, though it did leave very few things to the viewer’s imagination. “It’s beautiful. But,” she turned around to find him standing directly behind her, “why’d you do it? Why me?”

“Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He could see her expression of shock. “Yes. Woman, Claudia. She’s just hiding behind your eyes.” Brody put his hand on her shoulder and nodded toward the painting. “Because she’s as close as I can get to touching you.” He put his hand on her cheek and watched her close her eyes. “Because, Claudia Fitzpatrick, I’ve wanted to make love to you since I put you in my car that night at the train station.” Brody ran his finger across her full lips. Claudia opened her eyes and he could tell she was frightened by what he was saying. But what he didn’t know was that she was more frightened of how she was feeling, physically. She sensed the familiar but taboo tingling sensation between her legs. In fact, her whole body seemed to shiver under his tender gaze.

Brody put his hand on the back of her neck and lightly massaged her now tense muscles. “Claudia,” he pulled her slightly toward him, “may I kiss you? Just once, I promise. Just one kiss. Please?” He was getting hard at the mere thought of kissing her. His cock throbbed so powerfully as it pressed against his jeans. If the stitches had been at all worn, he was sure it would have broken through.

{One kiss? Claudia, it’s just one kiss. It’ll be okay.} She looked into his eyes and felt like she was falling. She knew that she shouldn’t let him and that she shouldn’t stay. After all, she’d made a vow to herself to wait. Kissing him could make her give in. But instead of walking away, Claudia nodded.

Brody pulled her so close to him, she could feel his pulse pounding through his pants against her skin. He put his lips against hers. Brody couldn’t believe it, they were so goddamn soft. Like the petals on a newly opened rose.

With a very slight bit of pressure he pushed her lips apart and put his tongue in her mouth. When she felt his warm tongue move over hers, she responded in kind. No one had ever kissed her like that. Yes, she’d been kissed several times, by lots of cute boys, but this was different. Brody was no boy.

She closed her eyes and felt an intense warmth and wetness between her legs. Again, it wasn’t like she’d never felt sexually attracted to someone or turned on by somebody, but this was different. And when he wrapped his arms around her and started to kiss her more deeply, it was as if someone had tapped on the door to her soul.

Brody sensed it, too. As the kiss ended and he pulled away from Claudia, he felt as if he’d just kissed one of the angels in Heaven and could barely catch his breath. {Walk away, Brody. You’ve got to. Walk away.}

He’d promised it would end at one kiss. Brody looked into her eyes and quietly said, “Thank you.” He stepped back, his breathing somewhat labored and quickly started to leave the studio.

Claudia’s head was spinning. He’d ignited a fire in the pit of her stomach and she knew that only he could put it out. Without hesitation she ran up behind him and grabbed his arm, “Brody, wait, please.”

She had never called him by his first name before and hearing it sent a tremor down his spine. He was always, ‘Mr. Anderson’. Brody could feel the heat from her hand on his arm. He stopped and without turning said, “Claudia, I have to leave. If I don’t, I…I…”

Claudia whispered softly in his ear, “You’ll what? Make love to me?”

“Yes.” Brody took a deep breath. “And I know how you feel about it. I won’t do that. I can’t.” {Brody, what the hell are you doing? She’s practically asking you to take her.} His cock twitched painfully in his pants and he knew it was his body’s way of punishing him.

She walked around to face him. “Brody, I know what I said. And I know what it…what this means. But right now, at this particular moment in time, I feel like I’ll die if you don’t.” Knowing the magnitude of what she was saying caused a tear to spill down her cheek.

Claudia felt Brody’s fingers softly brush the tear away and the awareness of his hand on her face, the tenderness in that one action, made her heart melt. “Please, Brody,” Claudia was so rapt in her own desire she couldn’t stop herself from saying the words that came from her heart, “please make love to me. Please, please. I want you to. Please.”

Brody couldn’t stand it. This wasn’t right. He was married, well, sort of. And just because Shannon had ignored their vows, didn’t mean he should. But, dear God, Claudia was so close to him and she was begging him to take her. He watched her put her hands on the buttons of his shirt.

He let her unbutton three of them before he said anything, “Claudia, stop.” He took her hands and stared into those beautiful deep blue green eyes. “I know you think you want this, but if you don’t stop…I won’t be able to.” He let go of her hands.

“I don’t want you to.” With that, Claudia pulled her T-shirt over her head revealing that lovely pale yellow bra. She dropped the shirt beside him and undid her bra. Her breasts fell out of the lacy binding and Brody nearly lost it right then. She heard him whimper as if in pain. Claudia immediately had an intense, almost excruciating need for him to touch her.

Brody put his hands on her breasts and closed his eyes. They weren’t large, but they were definitely big enough to hold and tenderly massage. He could feel her swollen nipples beneath his palms and he lightly brushed one with his thumb. No one had ever touched her breasts in a sensual way other than her and even when she did, it made her feel guilty. Claudia gasped and looked at him. He could tell she was frightened.

In a sweeping motion that reminded her of one of those old black and white movies she used to watch on Sunday afternoons as a kid, he whisked her up in his arms and carried her over to the soft rug by the small fireplace. He gently laid her down and looked at her half naked body.

Ever the artist, Brody was amazed at the way the soft light from the fire danced across her skin. It was an image he wanted to burn into his memory.

He laid down beside her and kissed her again. Only this was a much deeper kiss. God, he wanted to rip off her shorts and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But he couldn’t; no matter how much he physically ached for her.

Brody wanted Claudia to savor every moment, every nuance, every bit of what he had to offer her for the rest of her life. And above all, he did not want her to regret her first time.

Brody kissed her earlobe and Claudia let out a very tiny moan. His tongue against the soft flesh sent an electric shock all the way down to her toes. And it was then that she felt the intensity of the throbbing between her legs grow.

As he made his way down her neck and to her right breast, she closed her eyes. Strange flashes of light danced across her closed eyelids. And when he put her nipple in his mouth the lights became so bright she opened her eyes and moaned. Without realizing what she was doing, Claudia’s back arched just slightly, begging him to continue kissing her breasts.

Brody reached down and put his hand on the snap of her shorts. He felt the tiny stay give under his tug and he slid his hand down between her legs. He’d never felt anyone as hot and wet as Claudia. And her skin was so smooth. {Nice, very very nice} She jumped slightly when he slid his fingers between her hot swollen lips and grazed her attentive clit. He watched her face and knew she was about to fall head first into an unknown type of joy and pleasure.

Claudia couldn’t help but jump when she felt him touch her. She’d only just recently started to explore her own sexuality. Being at school, sex had been drilled into her head as a shameful thing to do unless you were married. Her dorm-mates were always talking about sex and always getting off.

Last autumn, she even walked in on the three of them doing things that she didn’t want to imagine, but couldn’t help not to. She remembered how seeing them had made her body quiver.

And when she would touch herself, Claudia could never let herself completely go from fear of wanting to do it again and again, like all her friends said she would want to do. “Brody, wait…I…”

“What’s wrong?” But he did not stop. He couldn’t. After all he had warned her. He slid one finger into her warm opening.

She inhaled sharply, “I’m scared.”

“I know.” He kissed her cheek, “Take a deep breath, Claudia. Relax.” He watched her chest slowly rise. “There you go. Now another. Just close your eyes and breathe. You’re going to like this, I promise. You believe me don’t you, Claudia?”

She nodded and did exactly as he told her. He slipped a second and third finger in her and fondled her aching clit. When he felt her hips start to move with his gentle pumping motion he could see that Claudia’s fear had been washed away by the growing climax within her. The climax that was his to control.