Arms of an Artist Part 1


Part 1


(New York City)
(Liz’s POV)

I came awake slowly, wrapped in the warm cocoon of Zan’s arms. My naked body was pressed to his, my head resting on his chest. He cradled me against him, holding me possessively even in his sleep.

I smiled, deeply inhaling his scent, closing my eyes again, and snuggling closer to him.

It has been about five months since I moved in with Zan, and it seems like each day I am happier and more content.

I love my life with him. He is so thoughtful and caring and he shows his love for me every day in so many ways. He makes my busy schedule easier any way he can, organizing meals, helping me with my homework and studying. In my free time he takes care of me by giving me new experiences and showing me all the things he loves about this city.

With all he does for me, I never feel like I do enough for him, and I take any opportunity to make it up to him. I know he loves it when I make the first move, so just last night I seduced him after dinner. Not that it took very much effort on my part, but I know he loved it. When I was straddling him on the bed, kissing and caressing his magnificent body, he couldn’t stop smiling.

I never thought I would find someone that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with when I was so young, but that is exactly who I found in Zan.

I haven’t discussed the future with him, and I don’t know what he is planning for us. Maybe he doesn’t even think that far ahead. But I have two and half years left in school, and I had considered going out of state to grad school, but now I know I’ll stay in New York. I’ll stay with Zan as long as he wants me.

New York is Zan’s home, so now it is mine too. I used to think that school and a career was so important, and they still are, but even more important to me is being with Zan and sharing his life. And no, I don’t feel like I am giving up anything or cheating myself. I just feel so lucky to have found love and be loved in return.

So I’ll stay here for grad school and I’ll get a local job so I can be near him. There is nothing I want more. I don’t know exactly what our future life holds, but I can’t imagine anything better than we already have. I love him more than I thought possible and I never want to be without him.

I’d do anything not to lose him, including keeping a secret from him.

Sometimes it worries me that I’m not telling him the entire truth, but I am afraid of what might happen if he knew. I love him so much, and I wouldn’t be able to stand losing him. All I want is for things to stay the same as they are now.

It is like Zan and I live in our own perfect world, and I don’t want anything from the outside to intrude and ruin what we have.

I pressed a kiss to his chest. I just want to keep Zan all to myself.

His arms tightened around me as he came awake. He kissed my forehead so tenderly and I pushed my worries to the back of my mind. Zan loves me, and I wouldn’t worry about anything until I had to.

“Good morning, angel,” he breathed.

I snuggled into his chest, wanting to be as close as possible to him. “Morning,” I murmured. “I love you.”

“I love you, baby,” he rasped.

(Zan’s POV)

I held Liz tightly as she pressed herself into me, loving the feeling of her in my arms. She fits so perfectly against me and I always feel like I can’t get enough of her.

And I’m not just talking about sex.

Don’t get me wrong, I love everything about sex with Liz; her silky skin under my fingers, her taste, her scent, the soft sounds I can draw from her. She is so open, expressing the pleasure I give her with no reservations. Letting me know just how much she enjoys being with me by the movements of her body, the touch of her hands and lips, and her desire-deepened voice.

But there is so much more to Liz too; her curiosity about everything, her wonderful mind, her sweetness and caring, and her obvious love for me. Everything about her is intoxicating to me.

I especially love waking up with her each morning in my arms. Every day I am amazed that such a beautiful, smart, loving angel fell for someone like me. I feel so lucky to have found her. I’ve never felt so complete and content and I never want it to end. That’s why I’m planning to ask Liz to marry me.

It surprised me more than anything when I realized it. I never even thought I would get married until I met her, never even thought that much about the future. But now that I know I want to marry her, I am impatient to make her a permanent part of my life.

Slowly I stroked over the soft skin of her back, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

Liz’s midterms are coming up and she would be out of school for the holidays and I planned to ask her then. And then we could start the rest of our lives together.

She wiggled her body, wrapping her leg around me and pressing herself against my erection as she kissed my neck. We both love morning sex and I knew she was impatient to have me inside her. And I certainly wasn’t going to make my angel wait.


All afternoon I watched Liz across our living room as she poured over her book. She had a test in a couple of days but she was studying like it was taking place in a few minutes, and she hadn’t taken a break in hours.

She had no classes today, and so we’d made leisurely love this morning. Then we took a shower together and she donned a pair of sweat pants and a tank top to have breakfast. Afterward we went to our separate tasks. I’d moved to my table to work on a sketch, and she gathered her books to study.

Liz started out sitting on the sofa cross-legged, but as the hours passed she stretched out more and more, and now she was lying full-length with her book and notebook tucked in the crook of her arm. I watched her moving slightly, trying to stretch, and obviously needing to change positions, but she stubbornly persisted in studying. She barely even stopped for lunch.

Finally I put down my drawing pad and called out to her. “Angel, why don’t we go out to dinner?”

She looked up briefly. “I can’t today,” she said, sounding anxious. “I’ve got to study.”

I smiled as she looked back at her book, having a feeling she would say that.

She usually gets nervous before a big test, worried that she won’t do well. But she always knows her stuff, and most of the time she aces her tests. Of course I wanted her to do a good job but she still had a lot of time. And currently I was more concerned that she needed to relax for a while.

Luckily I knew just how to do it.

I moved to the bedroom and made a quick call to our favorite Chinese delivery, then I focused on Liz.

Crossing the room I came up behind the sofa and reached over stroking her arm. “Come on baby,” I coaxed. “Take a break for a while.”

Without a glance at me, she put her hand on mine. “I just want to finish this chapter,” she said.

Looking down at her book, I could see that she was on the first page of new chapter and I smiled again. If she had her way she’d be at it for another couple of hours.

Reaching back, I gripped the collar of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head and let it drop to the floor. And placing my hand on the back of the sofa I jumped over, sliding down behind Liz.

“Zan,” she laughed, turning her head toward me, “what are you doing?”

I smoothed my hand down her arm exposed by the tank top she was wearing, and kissed her shoulder. “I just want to be close to you, baby,” I purred.

She reached back grasping my head, and turned to kiss me. “I love you, Zan,” she said.

I stroked her cheek, holding her to place several more kisses on her luscious lips. “I love you too, angel.”

She smiled. “But I’ve got to study,” she insisted.

I looked as innocent as possible. “I’m not stopping you,” I purred. “I’m just sitting here.”

Looking skeptical she turned back to her book.

Slowly I continued stroking her arm, gently caressing her from fingertips up to her neck, where I brushed her hair aside. I pressed my lips into her shoulder and then the crook of her neck as my hand slipped under the hem of her shirt.

Gliding across her stomach, I kissed the back of her neck, lightly sucking her skin.

A small gasp escaped her. “Zan, I need to study,’ she said, her voice a little breathless.

I smiled wider. “Go ahead and study, angel,” I rasped, “I’m just touching you a little.”

Barely skimming the surface of her skin I continued caressing across her stomach, up her side, and down to her hip. At the same time I pressed my lips to her neck, gently kissing my way along her spine.

For several long moments I just touched her, savoring the simple pleasure. Deeply I inhaled the sweet scent of her skin and hair, loving the feeling of her soft body against me.

Liz started moving slightly into my touch, her neck arching to receive my kisses.

I was getting to her.

Slowly sliding my hand up I dipped inside her bra, cupping her softness, and I stroked over her nipple with my palm.

Her hips moved against me as she moaned slightly, pressing her sweet ass into my erection. I brushed over her now hard nub again and again as I kissed and sucked the delicate skin near her ear.

“Zan,” she said breathily.

“Yes, baby?” I asked innocently.

Leaving her breast, I smoothed my hand down her stomach and into her sweat pants and panties, dipping between her legs.

“You’re distracting me,” she gasped, as I touched clit.

“I’m distracting you?” I rumbled in her ear. I rubbed her clit harder as I scrapped my teeth over the skin of her shoulder.

Her body arched. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Hmmm,” I hummed, dipping my fingers between her lower lips. She automatically parted her legs, giving me more room, and I felt her liquid heat.

I nuzzled her neck. “You are distracted,” I purred. “So wet and distracted.”

Lightly I stroked over her until she started moving with me, gasping softly.

Sliding my hand up, I started to push her sweat pants and panties down her hips, and she lifted up helping me. I didn’t even bother taking them all the way off her before I unfastened my own jeans, freeing my cock.

Wrapping my arm around her hips, I held her and slid easily inside.

“Oooohhh,” she gasped.

In this position I couldn’t move very much, but I was sure I could bring my angel to a satisfying end.

Slowly I started to move inside her as I kissed her neck. “Oh baby,” I rasped, “you feel so good. So fucking good.”

Reaching back she grasped my head. “Zan,” she panted, and her books, already forgotten, fell to the floor.

I inched in and out of her, keeping my pace slow. It would take a little time to build her up, but I wasn’t in a hurry.

As I moved inside her, I gripped the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Then I used a twist of my fingers to release the clasp on her bra before sliding it down her arms.

And now that she was effectively naked I let my hand smooth over her beautiful body. I stroked across her collarbone, and down over her breasts, running my thumb over her hard nipples.

Her hips started to move with me and soft whimpers escaped her.

Nuzzling her neck I continued to rock inside her, kissing and licking her skin. “Does that feel good, baby?” I growled.

“Yes,” she gasped, gripping my neck harder. “So good.”

Slowly I moved my hand down, skimming across her stomach. I circled her navel, sliding over to her hip and then followed the line of her body in to her clit.

With a feather’s touch I brushed over her sensitive nub, making a shiver of reaction rush through Liz.

Her hips bucked against me and she lifted her leg backwards so it wrapped over and around my own. “Faster,” she moaned.

I nipped at her neck. “Anything for you, baby,” I growled.

Increasing my pace inside her slightly, I rubbed her clit harder and faster too.

Her hand slid down my side, gripping my ass, and I smiled knowing she wanted even more.

Withdrawing, I slammed into her harder.

“Yes!” she gasped.

We moved together for long moments, the only sounds our moans of passion and gasps of air. Her sweet pussy started to pulse around me as her hips pumped more urgently.

She would cum any moment.

Sucking her neck hard I sped up as much as I could in the small space, and stroked her clit in quick circles. And with just a few more thrusts, her body arched and came apart in my arms.

Instantly I stopped, holding her tightly and continued to slowly brush over her nub. My angel shook against me as the surges of electricity rippled through her.

I love that I could give her so much pleasure, and I love to make her cum.

I kissed her head as I continued to stroke her. Our Chinese food would be coming soon, but I was betting I could make Liz cum a few more times before it arrived.

Zan held me tightly until our racing hearts began to slow, but I knew he wasn’t finished yet. He was still hard inside me.

He kissed my neck and suddenly pulled out, moving down and turning me. Quickly he stripped off my sweat pants and panties where they had pooled around my ankles, and he settled between my legs. His mouth went directly for my clit, his tongue circling around it, sucking, driving me wild. I arched into him as my hand tangled into his hair.

His fingers lightly traced my lower lips, slowly delving deeper, parting me before he slid them inside me. He sucked hard at my clit as he stroked in and out of me, brushing my sweet spot.

A whimper of pure pleasure escaped me, and Zan hummed against my clit, making me arch into him. My motion made his fingers slide even deeper into me and I started moving with him.

He continued suckling and licking my clit, his tongue swirling around it, stroking over, while his fingers inside me concentrated on my G-spot.

The pleasure built within me so quickly and I felt my body tightening. He knows exactly where to touch me to drive me wild, and only a few of his strokes can give me an incredible orgasm.

My breath was coming in quick gasps and my inner muscles pulsed around him. He flicked my clit with his tongue in short fast strokes and rubbed the sweet spot inside me and I came apart, crying out.

Zan stopped instantly but left his fingers inside me and kissed my clit softly before drawing his chin stud over it.

I gasped for air, my whole body pulsing with pleasure, but Zan didn’t even give me time to catch my breath. Stroking over my G-spot, he started pumping his fingers into me again.

The unexpected motion made me arch into his hand.

He kissed his way up my body, across my stomach, finally taking my breast into his mouth. His tongue circled around my peak, brushing over it as he continued to stroke the sensitive place inside me.

I gasped as electricity rushed through me, and Zan repeated the motion again and again. My hands tightened in his hair as my body bowed backward.

He increased his pace inside me, as his thumb started to flick over my clit.

I moaned as I could feel myself getting close again, and moved my hips with him.

“Oh Zan!” I gasped. “Zan!’

His brushed his chin stud over my hard nipple as he rubbed my clit in quick circles and I felt my inner muscles clamp down on him just before I came again.

I whimpered as my body jerked with the surges of electricity rushing through me.

Zan immediately withdrew, and I was about to protest, but his thick cock instantly filled me, and I climaxed again.

He held me tightly, settling completely into me, and pressed his body to mine, kissing me hard as the sensations rushed through me.

My hands roamed over his muscular back, holding him close, as his lips left mine, going to my neck. I could feel my inner muscles pulsing around his erection as the orgasm still washed through my body.

“Mmmm, Zan,” I breathed, “you are so good at making me come.”

He chuckled into my neck, and looked up meeting my eyes, grinning. “It is definitely my favorite thing to do, angel.”

Winking, he kissed me quickly, speaking against my lips. “And I’m going to do it again right now.”

He didn’t waste any time starting slow and building up speed, but withdrew and pounded into me hard and fast, and I loved it.

My breath caught with the power of it and I grasped at his back. “Oh yes!”

I wrapped my legs around him, changing the angle of him inside me, and started to move my hips with him.

Zan growled as he slid even deeper and his lips went to my neck. He sucked my delicate skin hard, making me arch up into him.

My short nails dug into his back, trying to hold on to him. The angle of his thrusts made him rub against my clit with each stroke, making me grind against him. We moved together faster and harder until we were both gasping for breath. My body tightened as the pleasure quickly became unbearable.

Zan took my breast into his mouth, sucking my nipple, laving it with his tongue. With each thrust he groaned his effort and I knew he was close too.

With only three more strokes he pounded me over the edge, and my body spasmed around him.

He hammered into me a half dozen more times, extending my own pleasure, before he exploded inside me, growling with his powerful release.

For long moments we simply clung together as we attempted to breathe.

My whole body was pulsing with waves of pleasure and I didn’t even feel like I could move. I simply savored the sensations of being with him.

Zan’s hot breath puffed against my neck, his hard, warm body pressed to mine, and his arms held me so tightly. I felt completely loved and satisfied.

Eventually I was able to release my fingers from where they dug into his back, and caressed him slowly, soothing his skin.

Zan kissed my neck as he stroked my cheek. “Mmmmm,” he hummed. “That was so fucking good, baby.”

I smiled, agreeing. “Yes,” I purred.

Zan stayed inside me, holding me in the protective circle of his arms as he nuzzled my neck playfully.

I giggled, feeling wonderful. “I can’t believe you seduced me away from studying.”

Softly he kissed me, and pumped his hips against me, drawing another gasp from me. “Angel, you needed to take a break and relax for a while,” he said.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, “it worked,” I said, kissing his neck as I gripped his tight ass, holding him to me.

He smiled. “Just give me a minute baby,” he rumbled, “and I’ll relax you good and hard all over again.”

The doorbell rang, startling me.

“It’s dinner,” Zan said. With a sigh, he kissed me as he reluctantly slid his softening length out of me. Getting up he quickly pulled on his boxers. As he headed to the door, he grabbed a blanket off a nearby chair and draped it over me, covering my naked body.

Leaning over the back of the sofa he kissed me again and winked. “After we eat I’ll help you study.”

He’d wanted to distract me from my studying and he’d done it very successfully. So successfully that I knew I wouldn’t be doing any more tonight.

As soon as we finished eating I was going to take him into the bedroom and have my way with him.

My eyes roamed over him as he went to the door. His muscles rippled and flexed, his strong arms bulging as he reached for the food and hefted the heavy bag.

Damn, he is beautiful.

I smiled at him as he closed the door behind the deliveryman and turned to me. Zan smiled back, flashing that crooked, wicked, knowing smile that says without words exactly what he wants to do to me, and makes me instantly wet, and my whole body shiver with desire.

Sitting up, I slowly lowered the blanked covering me, revealing my body to him, and he smiled wider.

We could have dinner later. I wasn’t going to be able to wait that long to have him again.



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