sides. “I want you to touch me.”
“With?”
She struggled out, “Everything.”
I cursed and nuzzled my nose against the seam of her lips, feeling how wet she was. My hands grazed her sides, smearing paint on the way down the slight curves of her waist until they met her underwear.
“Be specific, sweetheart.”
She writhed. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Theo.”
If I thought my cock was hard before, it was steel now. It took me less than a second to rip her panties off and dispose of the ruined material before she was bare to me. I looked up to see my handprints everywhere, her breasts, her sides, her stomach. I worked her tits again, massaging them with my stained palms, grabbing more paint and marking the tops of her thighs as I spread them and I trailed my tongue along the apex before meeting where she wanted me most.
“Please,” she breathed.
It took that one little word before I all but dove to taste her for the very first time, and that one taste of sweetness that matched the rest of her was instantly the end of my resolve. I ate her with abandon until she panted my name and dug her fingers into my skull as I sucked her clit between my lips hard and fast. Her hips shifted upward to ride my face as I dipped down and circled her entrance before probing it until she yelled out a curse.
I chuckled against her and worked her until she was saying my name like a prayer, except I was no god. If anything, I’d be banished to hell once this was over and I’d enter freely with the knowledge of what Della Saint James sounded like when she begged me to lick her cunt. And the sound of her coming made me nearly explode before I could so much as unbutton my own pants. I gripped her hips as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her legs tightening around my head until they unlatched and landed with a thump on the floor as I licked her cream from my lips.
I rose over her and looked at the masterpiece sated on the floor in front of me. “You’re beautiful, Della.”
She blinked at me with pinkened cheeks like she’d never been told that before. I watched as she narrowed in on every movement I made as I slowly popped the button of my pants and unzipped them. Her eyes trailed over my hands as I pushed down my pants and boxer briefs at the same time, pupils dilating when she got a glimpse of my freed length.
“You may have days where you fight to remember that, but I’ll happily be there to remind you what you do to me.” Grabbing a fistful of my cock, I started working it, letting her watch me jack off as hunger rose in her gaze. Her thighs squeezed together as a bead of precum escaped my tip when I tightened my grip and twisted in the perfect place, while imaging her hand was doing the work.
“Tell me you believe it,” I demanded of her, panting, and twitching in my palm.
She sat up on her elbows, eyes still trained where I touched myself. “I know I’m beautiful, Theo. I’ve worked a long time to get to that point. And I think…I think there’s a lot of work to be done that I may need help with, but that doesn’t mean it’s because I can’t believe it on my own.”
“You should be proud.” I bent down and captured her lips again, grazing our tongues and drinking her in as I built up closer to my orgasm the quicker I jerked myself. “I need to be inside you so fucking bad, sweetheart, but I need to clean myself up first.”
She squirmed, wrapping an arm around my neck, and pulling me down on top of her. “I want you now.”
Groaning, I stopped her. “I’m covered in paint and I want to feel what it’s like to have your pussy vice grip my cock. Are you still on birth control?”
If she wasn’t flushed before, she was now. I remembered the day she went on them because she asked Mariska to take her to the doctor when she admitted to me her cramps were bad. If I thought she’d be comfortable, I would have driven her to the doctor myself, but the situation didn’t call for my assistance at the time.
“Yes.”
I pecked her lips. “Come on.” Standing up, I reached down for