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“What are you doing?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, just pulled a white sheet from a shelf in the back of the room and laid it down over a foam mat laid out in the center of the floor. Then he turned to her and held out his hand. “Come here.”
Too curious to resist, she approached him, surprised when he pushed her gently onto the mat.
“Lie down on your back and don’t move.”
Her heart pounded as she watched him retrieve the paintbrush and jar. He set them on the floor next to the mat and stood, this time removing his shirt and jeans until he was as naked as she was. His cock was already thick with his erection, the ridged veins and flared head an aroused, angry purple. Joy and desire spread through her, filling her with elation and a desperate need to feel his body against hers. He knelt against the edge of the mattress, keeping his gaze on her face while he picked up the jar and unscrewed the lid.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Giving you what you asked for.”
“And what’s that?”
“Painting you.”
Oh, God. “What kind of paint is that?”
His lips curled into a wicked smile that devastated her insides. “It’s not paint, cher.”
Not paint? She tilted her neck up to read the label, her eyes widening. “Where did you get that?”
“You think I don’t have fantasies about you, Kait? That I haven’t thought about taking a brush to your skin and painting you, then licking it off inch by inch until you’re screaming for me to fuck you? I bought this today. It’s amazing how in tune our minds are, isn’t it?”
Desire shot between her legs, coiling like a snake in her womb and firing off hot shots of electrical pulses that made juices pour from her pussy.
Chocolate body paint. Good God in heaven, he was going to drive her mad!
Beyond that, hope surged within her heart, pounding away at her until she was forced to ask herself if maybe this time he had seen the light. Had he really given up the fight and decided to recognize what was between them?
She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. Now was not the time to ponder their relationship. Not when he dipped the brush into the chocolate and pulled it out, then held it over her belly.
A thin trail of chocolate beaded in her navel before he lowered the brush to her rib cage. The bristles were incredibly soft, not at all what she expected. He drew a pattern across her ribs, then dipped the brush in the chocolate again, this time sweeping it under one breast and drawing a circle around the aching globe. She shivered at the warm chocolate oozing over her skin. When he drew the brush over her nipple, she moaned, her cunt pulsing with the need to feel him inside her. He lingered at the hard tip of one crest, sweeping the bristles back and forth until she wanted to scream.
The chocolate warmed as it touched her body. She flamed when he bent down and covered one crest with his lips, teasing his tongue over the hard bud with light flicks back and forth. When he drew back, he took her mouth, letting her taste the sweet chocolate mingled with his own unique flavor. She slid her tongue along his lips and licked up every drop, loving the texture of his tongue and mouth against hers.
She could kiss him for hours, but he moved away and gathered more chocolate, this time painting down her hips and outer thighs, then curving toward her inner thighs. Her skin prickled with goose bumps, anticipating where he would go next.
“Spread your legs for me, baby,” he said, his voice tight. His cock brushed against her thigh, dipping into the chocolate he’d painted there. She shuddered at the feel of him rocking against the thick syrup. His cock was hot against her skin. She wanted to taste him, engulf both his shaft and the body paint together in her mouth.
She was about to lean up and capture his cock in her hand, but Brett took that moment to paint a swirl of chocolate over her clit, the brush teasing the throbbing bud with the softest of strokes. Her head slammed against the mat and she fisted the sheet, letting him brush back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves until she couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Brett, please.”
“You’re right. That’s enough.” He set the jar and brush on the floor and leaned over her his tongue tracing the pattern of swirls, starting with the pool in her navel. He dipped his tongue inside and scooped up the chocolate, swallowing and licking his lips before descending on her ribs.
She was on fire and trembling from the scorching heat of his tongue. Everywhere he’d painted, he licked. From the underside of her breasts to the sharp points of her distended nipples. He lingered at each nipple, lapping at her like a cat given a treat of cream. She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him there while he suckled and nibbled until she cried out, the intensity of pleasure shooting straight to her core.
She needed more. So much more than just kissing and nibbling. She needed to be filled by his hot cock, feel it powering up inside her so deep his balls would bang against her ass. And she needed that now.
“Brett,” she pleaded, near breathless with need. “Fuck me.”
His low chuckle made her shiver in anticipation. “Not yet, ma petite sorcière. I need to clean up this paint first.”
He slipped between her legs, capturing her gaze as his hands slid under her buttocks, tilting her sex toward his waiting mouth. He smiled up at her, then blew a soft breath of air against her clit.
In response, her magic fired up and cast a cool breeze over their bodies, ruffling his hair. He grinned and covered his lips over her slit, licking in rapid strokes with the flat of his tongue, lapping up the juices that spilled from her.
His tongue was as soft as the paintbrush, but oh-so much hotter as he seared her sensitized skin with swirling movements that set her right on the edge of climax in mere seconds.
She tensed, wanting to hold back, but the pressure built with each swipe of his tongue over her heated sex. When he slipped two fingers into her liquefied cunt, her pussy went into spasms and gripped his flesh, holding tight while she bucked her hips in a stormy orgasm she couldn’t prevent.
He continued to pump his fingers into her while she rode out the waves of her climax. His mouth teased and taunted her clit with light, feathery strokes until she was damp with sweat and drenched in her own cream.
And still it wasn’t enough. She closed her eyes and fought for breath, her body quaking with the need to be filled.
Her eyes shot open when she felt a flood of warm wetness over her breasts and belly. Brett leaned over her, pouring the contests of the jar of chocolate onto her skin.
She laughed when he put the jar down and then slid up her body, his tongue tracing a path in the copious amounts of chocolate covering her torso. By the time he was face-to-face with her, his face was dripping in chocolate. It coated his nose, his chin, drops of brown syrup falling from his hair.
He’d never looked sexier. She smiled and reached for his head, cupping the back and drawing his mouth down to hers. His body covered hers, the squish of chocolate oozing down her sides. She devoured his mouth, tasting again the sweet mix of chocolate and Brett.
But the sweetest of all was his hard cock brushing between her folds, seeking entrance to her drenched pussy. She spread her legs and lifted her hips and he drove inside her with one hard thrust. Her whimper was absorbed by his mouth, his tongue tangling
with hers as he powered hard against her flesh.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, bracing up on his palms so she could look up and watch his cock disappear between her legs. “You like watching, baby?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.” In fact, she craved an even better view than the angle he presented to her.
He must have read her mind, because he withdrew and sat up, pulling her onto his lap. “Straddle and fuck me. We’ll both watch this way.”
She wrapped her legs around his hips and slid down over his cock, the angle enabling her to watch each thick inch disappear between her engorged pussy lips. Feeling and seeing at the same time was heaven. Brett leaned back on his palms and rocked his hips up, his cock appearing and disappearing. Her pussy lips gripped his shaft as he withdrew, as if desperately trying to hold him inside her.
Chocolate ran in rivers down her breasts and belly, dropping onto the sheet and their legs. She didn’t care. Her mind and body focused on the exquisite sensations of his cock head striking that sensitive tissue just inside her pussy. Angled as he was, he rubbed her G-spot with every stroke, taking her closer and closer to the edge again. Only this time, she’d wait for him, if she could hold on that long. His cock was so thick, filling her completely, that each thrust brought about a painful pleasure that made her bite her lip and squeeze her buttocks to keep from coming. Brett was relentless, powering in and out with expert finesse, using just the right rhythm to stroke her sensitized tissues into a frenzy.
But as she caught his gaze, saw the desire flaming in his eyes, she knew he was as close to the edge as she was.
“Please, Brett,” she whimpered. “Now, please.”
“You want my cum, baby?” he asked, his eyes hooded.
The floor rumbled as thunder crashed around them. She gripped his arms and slammed against his shaft, needing more pressure, more intensity. “Yes, please come in me.”
“Take it, cher.” He tunneled harder, faster, his cock scraping her clit when he pushed her onto her back without once losing his connection inside her. “Come for me now, Kait.”
