by Fine, L. J.
Warmth spread through her chest as a tingling sensation moved down her neck and arms. She saw that warmth reflected in his dark eyes as they danced between hers, searching her expression and the feeling spread through the rest of her body. She didn't know what she could possibly say to him that would match his words, even though she felt the same. But this feeling wouldn't let her sit still. She crawled into his lap, cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. His hands roamed up and down her back in soothing lines that made that sweet tingling sensation in her limbs intensify. Letting out a soft moan, she kissed him deeper and he sunk down into it with her, giving her the control.
"I feel like I'm drunk every time we're together," she panted against his lips.
Chuckling low in his throat, he kissed her again. "That's good, baby. I like that I go right to your head, like good whiskey." He gripped her ass and pulled her hips forward to connect with his. "That I can get up inside you like nobody else can."
She could feel his erection pressing against her still sensitive core and she groaned. His stamina was impressive, and she was completely on board with going for round two, but not down here on the floor of her garage. Tilting her head back to grant his lips access to her throat, she spotted a large scroll of paper leaning against a box out of the corner of her eye. An idea hit her, and she grinned.
Dipping her head, she placed a soft kiss on his lips then pulled back with a smile. "Since you like my art so much, wanna be a part of it?"
Humming, he buzzed his lips against hers. "What did you have in mind?"
"Let's get up and go back to my apartment, and I'll show you."
"You gonna make me sit nude for hours while you paint my portrait or something? Because I gotta tell you," he rocked his ever-thickening cock against her, "I dunno if I can wait that long."
Laughing, she tugged herself out of his arms and got to her feet. "That's not exactly what I have in mind, though it does involve paint. I think you'll survive. You in or out?"
"In." He took her outstretched hand and hauled himself to his feet with a cheeky smile. "I'm always in, darlin'."
"Good," she said moving to hoist the large scroll of white paper into her arms. He shot her a questioning glance, but said nothing as he held the door open for her.
In the elevator, he leaned back against the wall facing her with his arms crossed over his chest and amusement tugging at his lips. Back against the opposite wall, she faced him, the tall tube of paper propped in front of her and an echoing smile, made sweet with anticipation, curved her mouth. His dark gaze searched her face, then roamed down her body to examine the paper before slowly meandering back up to meet her eyes.
"You gonna make a mold of my cock?"
The sharp, raunchy question broke the silence around them, followed closely by her bark of laughter. "I would say that would be an intriguing idea if it weren't for two very important factors."
"And those would be?"
"One," she held up her hand to tick the facts off her fingers, "I don't have the necessary supplies in my apartment for something like that as, I'm sure you've noticed, my main artistic medium is created with a paint brush, not plaster. And two, why would I need to make a mold of your cock when I've got the real thing at my beck and call?"
"Your beck and call, huh?" The light glittered in those mischievous dark eyes as his teeth came out to slowly drag across his bottom lip. "I might argue with you if it weren't for two very important factors."
"And those are?"
"One," he uncrossed his arms and took a step toward her, "I get so fucking hard every time I think about you. And two," he braced his hands on either side of her against the wall and dipped his head to graze her lips, "you look so beautiful when you say my name and come around my cock. You know, the one that's totally at your beck and call now."
Shit. She'd been kidding about being able to snap her fingers and have him come running, but maybe it wasn't a joke. Maybe it was real. Maybe all of this was real.
Adam Serano was her boyfriend.
If she could go back in time, and tell her sixteen-year-old self this news, she could probably knock her younger counterpart over with a feather. And even close to twenty years later the thought still had the power to make her giddy, while his dirty words sent heat flowing out to all her extremities. He, more than any other man she had ever met, had the power to overwhelm her.
The thought unnerved her. In an effort not to let it show, when the elevator doors swung open to their floor, she pressed a kiss to his lips, shot him a flirty smile, and then ducked out from under his arms and into the hallway. With a soft growl, but no further words, he followed her to her door.
A light scratching and a muffled whine permeated the door to his apartment as they passed, and he frowned. "I checked on him when I got home, before I went to wake you up. He shouldn't have to go back out already."
She shrugged. "It's okay if he does. It'll give me time to get things set up before you get back."
"Curiouser and curiouser," he said, before he backed her into the hard surface of her door and took her mouth in a slow, drugging kiss that left her a little breathless when he finally pulled away. "I'm good with whatever you have planned in that talented little mind of yours. Just make sure you're awake when I come back."
"Don't worry." She rolled her eyes. "I've learned my lesson."
Growling, he swatted her ass before he backed up to his own apartment. "You better have. Though, I wouldn't mind punishing you again."
With that parting shot, he went inside his apartment to round up his little pug, and she quickly moved into hers. She shut the door behind her before he could see the shiver of desire that ran through her body.
Typically, it took him about fifteen minutes to take his dog out and back, and she wanted everything to be ready by the time he got to her. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself away from the door and got started.
In the spare bedroom that she converted into a studio, she moved her easel to the side to make enough room on the floor. She kept a clear tarp, folded in half under the easel to prevent any paint from dripping onto the carpet when she worked. Spreading it out to its full capacity, she covered as much of the floor as she could.
A while back she had purchased some body paint, thinking to try out an experiment, but with the theme for the auction coming out, she hadn't had time. She had purchased a rainbow of colors that would work nicely with what she had in mind for Adam. Pulling the body paint from her supply cupboard, she lined it up next to the tarp. Next, she took a long, wide piece of paper from the roll she'd brought up from the garage and laid it out in the center of the tarp.
Now, since she had a little time to plan, what to wear to start? She wasn't so bold as to lay herself out for him, naked and waiting. But clothes wouldn't work for this game. For the third time that night, Marie went to her room to change. This time she stripped herself of everything, then retrieved her robe from the floor, put it on and re-threaded the belt back into its loops before tying it shut.
Thankfully, her hair was already up and out of the way because two seconds later, she heard a knock at the door.
As the door swung open, Adam's eyes scanned her robe-clad body and a wicked smile slowly spread his lips. "Am I overdressed?"
Reaching out, she hooked a finger through his belt loop and tugged him across the threshold of her apartment. "Indeed, you are. But if you'll follow me, we can fix that."
He gestured for her to proceed him. "By all means, lead the way."
She might have giggled at their faux-formal speech, if the little butterflies that lived in her belly weren't currently having a party. As they walked the short distance to her studio, she became hyper-aware of his large presence behind her in her little hallway. It wasn't nerves exactly, but she couldn't define it. Every other time they had been together physically, he had been the one in control. He had a knack for dominating her senses, and getting her so hot and bothered that she couldn't think straight.
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sp; But this time? This was her show, and she could tell by his deference at the door that he would let her run it. It scared her a bit, even though she was very much looking forward to having her sweet little way with him.
When they entered her studio, his gaze zeroed in on the paper on the floor with the paints lying beside it.
Raising her hand, she wiggled her index and middle fingers at him. "Pick two colors."
His eyes darted back to her. "Might be easier to pick if I knew what we were doing."
Smiling, she moved into him and ran her hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath the soft fabric of his t-shirt. "We're gonna take turns. You're going to paint my body. Cover me front to back with your favorite colors. I'll do the same to you. Then, we're gonna get down on that paper." She balanced her weight against his chest as she got to her tiptoes and nipped at his bottom lip. "And then you're gonna fuck me, and we'll see what kind of beautiful art we make."
A low groan rumbled up from his chest to vibrate against her lips. He backed up from her to saunter over to the paint she had laid out on the floor. With no hesitation, almost as though he'd pictured this scenario before, he went for the green and purple paints.
Or maybe he just had a fondness for those shades. "Those your favorite colors?"
Coming back to stand in front of her, he ran his finger from the hollow of her throat down into the V where her robe connected across her chest. "I think these colors will look beautiful on your pale skin, and the green matches your eyes."
Her breath hitched and she swallowed.
Whether or not he had imagined this in the past, she had certainly thought about it. And she knew exactly which colors she wanted to see painted on his lightly tanned skin. She went for the red and gold paints and set them aside on the desk. She wanted him to go first so she could take her time with him when it was her turn.
"You might want to lose this," she said pinching his T-shirt with her thumb and forefinger. "Don't want to get paint all over it."
His cocky smirk disappeared for a few seconds as he tugged the shirt over his head. Her mouth watered and her fingers twitched in anticipation of getting to roam and explore all that male beauty. But his hands didn't stop there.
"Might as well save some time," he said unfastening his pants and pushing them down and off, along with his boots and socks, until he stood before her gloriously naked. "Your turn."
Reaching for her, he tugged on the sash of her robe to pull her closer as he untied it. Unbidden, she felt her cheeks heat. Memories of the last time he took that piece of fabric in his hands flooded her mind and she couldn't help the reaction. The corner of his lips twitched, and she knew he was aware of where her thoughts went.
"Don't worry, darlin'. I'm sure we'll have an excuse to play with this again sometime in the near future."
Clearing her throat, she felt her blush move down her neck and onto her chest. But she was pleased to see, when he parted her robe to reveal her naked flesh, that ghost of a smile faded, and his eyes turned to molten chocolate. This moment served as a reminder. Whatever power he had over her, she wielded just as much power over him. He wanted her, and as long as that remained true, they were on equal ground.
As he pushed the silky material of her robe off her shoulders, his fingers followed the same path. Down her shoulders and arms, his thumbs grazing the sides of her breasts. That brief touch, coupled with his dark gaze, had her nipples standing at turgid points, and she shivered as his hands moved lower down her arms. His fingers twined with hers and he pulled her to the center of the tarp in front of the paper she had laid down.
"You go first," she said taping his left hand which still held the purple tube of paint. He had set the green tube at the edge of the tarp when he undressed.
Once he got it open, he squeezed a large dollop of paint onto his left palm then set it down at their feet. His right arm snaked around her waist to tug her body against his. The sharp, unexpected movement caused her to gasp and he took advantage, covering her mouth with his. As his tongue played with hers, she felt his arms move at her sides when he rubbed his hands together behind her back. The kiss didn't stop as his paint-covered hands connected with the small of her back and moved up to her shoulder blades. Fingers spread wide to cover as much space as possible on his way up to cup the tops of her shoulders. The pressure he put into it as he massaged his way up her back felt good, might have even been relaxing if it weren't for the hot, hungry way his mouth claimed hers.
Capturing her bottom lip between his teeth, he gently tugged as he pulled back from the kiss. He began placing hot, open-mouth kisses down her neck, her collarbone, down the center of her chest, all the while his hands moved down with him, covering new territory as they went. His mouth meandered over to her left breast where those wicked teeth scraped over her nipple. Air hissed between her lips at the slight sting, and her clit pulsed as her body swayed closer to him. He kissed the small pain away before continuing his downward journey. Getting to his knees before her, he picked up the tube of paint and poured more into his hands.
This time he started at her ankles and moved his hands up the backs of her calves. Once again, his lips followed suit on the front of her right leg. When he got to her knees, he gripped them and pulled, throwing her off balance enough that she had the choice to brace her hands on his shoulders and widen her stance or fall. She chose to grip his shoulders, enjoying the play of muscles under her palms as he moved. As his warm lips began to travel up the inside of her thigh, she tightened her grip for fear her knees would buckle.
When he reached the juncture of her thighs, his hands skimmed over her skin to grab her ass and yank her closer to his mouth. He licked along the seam of her sex, then nibbled along her lips while his hands kneaded her flesh. A whimper escaped her, and her thighs shook when he started tracing circles around her clit with his tongue.
As if sensing that her knees were about to go, he pulled them out from under her, making her yelp then giggle as he caught her weight with a cheeky smile, and laid her down on the paper. The quick movements made her a little dizzy and her head still spun as he crawled up her body, between her thighs, planting biting kisses over her body along the way until he claimed her mouth again. She undulated under him as he dominated her, reveling in the feel of this temporary surrender, the weight of his body against hers. When he broke the kiss and moved over her to grab the green tube of paint, she bit his nipple as a bit of revenge.
"Shit," he hissed and sat up between her legs, but not before she felt his erection jump against her thigh. She filed that information away for later, when it was her turn. "Behave."
"No fun in that," she said with a playful pout.
The only response he gave was a slow grin before he opened the tube of green paint and squirted about half of it onto her chest. Without the added warmth from his hands, the paint felt cold on her skin and she gasped. "There are other ways to punish you without tying you up. Wanna find out what they are?"
Yes. No. Maybe. Eventually. Right now, she just wanted to have fun with him. Biting her lip, she shook her head.
"Then be a good girl," he said leaning down to pull her lower lip from between her teeth into his mouth. He ran his hands through the glob of paint on her chest, then moved them up between her breasts to her neck. Deepening the kiss, he ran his thumbs along the bottom of her jaw, creating a dichotomy of sensations. The rocking motion of his thumbs soothed her while his tongue fucked her mouth, mimicking what she knew was coming later. Fresh moisture coated the seam of her sex and she rolled her hips up into him to try to generate some kind of friction. Obliging her, he rocked into her, his thick cock gliding through her slit, the head bumping her clit, making her softly moan his name. But he only did it once. He pulled away and she growled at the loss, which had those dark, devilish eyes glittering.
He moved his paint-covered hands down her chest to cup her full breasts, thumbing both of her nipples in small tight circles making her squirm beneath him. The dir
ect line from her nipples to her clit buzzed with electricity but, to her disappointment, he didn't linger there. Instead, he moved his hands over her stomach to circle her waist before sliding them over her hips.
Scooping more of the paint from her chest into his hands, he surfed down her body to run his hands down the front of her legs, turning them green. "There, now you're covered. And now I get to taste you again."
Before the meaning of his words could fully hit her, he grabbed the backs of her thighs and bent her legs up and spread out of the way. She felt his warm breath ghost over her open pussy a few seconds before his lips and tongue touched her clit. On a gasp, she arched her body closer to his mouth as he began to alternate between sucking and rapid flicks of the tip of his tongue.
Almost of their own accord, her hands moved to tunnel in her own hair.
"Mercy." The word fell from her lips on a breathy moan when he licked down through her slit to rim her opening. Growling at her taste, he slid his hands under her ass to pull her closer to his mouth, and the vibration went right through her, making her shiver.
Moving his right hand onto her lower stomach so that he could rub his thumb over her clit, he thrust his tongue into her, curling it upward as his thumb pressed down. The dual sensations set her off into a quick, hard climax, her whole body trembled with it as the breath left her lungs.
