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She reached down into her panties and moved her own finger inside of her, moving in small circles to match the motion of his brush strokes. Piper realized at that moment that she was actually the one in control, and could do whatever she felt. There were no boundaries of right or wrong. No vows that had been read by someone who had no idea of the coldness she dealt with on the other side of phone calls where she reached out to be caressed with a few kind words. She was starting to spill onto her own hand, when she realized that her new shoes gave her a few inches on her height. She used her new length to peer over the canvas and get a look at what Finn had going on. He had taken his pants off without her knowing, and there, behind the canvas and underneath the passionate brush strokes, was his incredible piece, thick but not overly so, and a length she knew would fit inside her with perfection.
She walked slowly to the other side of the canvas and stood behind him, removing his shirt that he’d left on and allowed her hand to start rubbing his defined stomach, settling her fingers in to run through all of the grooves. Finally, she slid her hand down and grabbed his piece and just held it, pressing her breasts on his back and holding him while he painted away. She looked at the canvas, at what he had been painting, and it was her, only not literally. He had managed to capture what was inside of her wanting to explode out. The colors and movement of the paint were everything she wished she could express but could never find the words for. Perhaps there were no words.
She rubbed her panties against his back, then slowly pulled them down, so that her bush moved against his back muscles as they flexed with each stroke of his brush. She continued to pleasure herself with her finger, but it wasn’t enough. She moved between him and the canvas and backed into him, rubbing her now wide-open and moist lips over his dome piece. She grabbed his hands, which never let go of the brush, and moved them up to her breasts, which he started to squeeze with one hand, and still kept the other moving over the canvas.
She reached behind her and moved his tip to her point of entry and slowly slid down his magnificent length. Her hands dropped his and grabbed the top of the canvas for balance. Finally, he let go of his brush and stood up, keeping himself inside of her, knowing she had better hold on for what was about to come. The rain was hitting hard on the windows. She was elevated perfectly, still in her shoes, as he moved in and out of her, over and over again. Piper grabbed the canvas so hard that she made grooves in the top of it. She let go like she never had before, dripping down his thighs as he left and entered with the perfect amount of force and tenderness.
As she came over and over again – the canvas in front of her revealing everything she was feeling. She felt him vibrating inside, about to explode himself. With the last bit of strength she had, she moved herself off of him, grabbed his shaft and finished him with her hands, until he exploded onto the canvas, his cum mixing with the image of her that he had created with his brushes. She screamed as it continued to gush out, determined to make sure she drained him so that his cum would mix with her colors, until there was nothing left.
She climbed on top of him, both of them heaving in exhaustion. He carried her with her arms and legs wrapped around him, over to the couch and spooned her while he lit up the rest of the joint, then blew the smoke that he’d inhaled into her mouth, which she took in and exhaled.
The rain against the window had stopped and sunlight warmed the studio.
Finn fell asleep with his arms wrapped around her, while Piper stroked his forearm and looked at the painting with amazement of how he saw her.
When he was asleep, she slunk out of the chair and made her way to his shower, taking off her shoes for the first time since she’d bought them. She watched as the paint washed away from her body and moved down the drain. Taking her time to make sure she’d left no trace of the experience on her body, she stayed in the shower for a good half hour, feeling herself and allowing the memory to stay with her, but sink deep enough into her skin so that nobody else would find out. When all the physical evidence was gone, she got out of the shower, toweled herself off, and walked back into the main room of the loft, where Finn was still asleep on the couch.
She found her scattered clothes all over the floor, put them on one by one, except for her panties, which were too wet to wear, and got dressed slowly. She looked at Finn, and then at the painting he had done with her, and smiled, soaking in the memory she knew would be hers and hers alone.
Piper reached for the shoes and was about to put them on, when she realized that they no longer belonged to her. She laid them on each corner of the canvas and walked out silently, knowing that all of the physical happenings of her day would remain in that magical loft in SOHO.
Down into the elevator and out through the main entrance, she walked over the still slippery cobblestone streets back to the store where she’d left her ordinary shoes that would carry her home.
As she moved freely through the city, she was sure she’d missed a spot of paint, but nobody she knew would look close enough to notice.
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