around the small of her back and kept her pressed against me as the kiss became more demanding. She took lead and I let her as I adjusted her legs, so they straddled me on the floor. Her hips rolled over my erection, making her shiver in my hold as her tongue twisted with mine.
Pressing her to me so she felt how hard I was for her, I asked, “Is this really want you want?” I knew what she’d say, but I needed to know before I buried myself inside her like I’d been thinking about doing for too long now, especially since the night I showed up half-cocked from the booze and fully cocked because of the skimpy pajamas she had on.
She pulled back, face flushed, and looked me straight in the eye. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Theo. We both know you’re smarter than that.”
That made me chuckle as I pecked her lips, nipping her bottom one and drawing it into my mouth to suck on. My hands traveled up her body, finding the straps of her overalls and working them down her arms until they were both off and the top half of the stained denim fell to reveal the thin shirt she had on underneath. The outline of her perky breasts made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to growl at her or take it to my advantage.
I chose the latter. Dipping down, I drew her pebbled nipple into my mouth and reveled in the way her back arched to fill my mouth with more. Dragging my tongue over the clothed bud, my palms went to her ass cheeks and kneaded them, setting a pace as she rocked against me until her labored breath hitched. One of her hands went into my short hair, keeping my mouth on her chest, while the other squeezed my arm until her fingernails stung my skin as her core found the friction it needed to get her closer to the edge.
Moving to her other nipple, I managed to lay her down and roll my hips into her to keep her building, panting—needing more from me. I bit down lightly and listened to her moan as I worked the overalls down her body until they were peeled off and forgotten somewhere behind us. It wasn’t until I moved our intertwined hands above her head as I ground into her core covered only by a scrap of white lace when I realized I’d laid her in paint. Green and blue coated the back of her hair, and black coated our arms.
Her eyes were closed as she rubbed against my cock, seemingly not realizing the mess I was making of her body or choosing not to care. Then I got an idea.
Dragging her tank up and over her head until only her panties remained, I dipped my fingers in some of the paint and began circling her bare nipples. Swirling them with a mixture of red and yellow, I found her lips and kissed her hard the same moment I pinched her sensitive buds.
“Theo,” she cried out, wrapping her arms around me. I was sure black paint from her skin was on my shirt and I didn’t give a shit. She worked the small buttons until they were all undone, helping me peel the shirt off and toss it on the floor. The clang of the fork falling from her plate made me realize we’d need to do some serious cleaning after this, but I didn’t give a fuck in the moment because I needed this.
I wanted to dirty her, taint her, and paint her body with my skilled hands until she forgot why she ever hated herself to begin with.
My lips trailed down her clean stomach, over the slightly raised skin where the pink scar rested just below her belly button, until the tip of my tongue caressed the top of her panty line. She moved her hips eagerly as I glided further down, my nose taking in the smell of her arousal that I was sure dripped because of me. The corners of my lips tipped up, and any reason not to do this disappeared from my conscience with the thought of burying myself deep inside her until she was officially mine.
“What do you want me to do, Della?” My voice was husky, needy, but I wanted her to tell me exactly what she expected. “Use your big girl words.”
Her hands fisted at her