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Her body flinches as she mutters, “Fuck me.”
“Stay still and have some patience, Raven.” I grab one of the blank canvases and set it on her vacated chair. She still has her back to me as I lift her up, setting her freshly painted ass onto the white background.
“Oh my God,” she gasps. “Did you just make a painting with my ass?”
My grip moves to her thighs as I press her down onto the canvas. “No. Istarteda painting.”
It won’t be complete until I have an impression of her tits on there as well.
“Stand,” I instruct as I find more colors. A little green and silver should pair nicely with the purple and blue already present. Bringing the tubes instead of using the samplings she already has out, I squirt the first over her left tit, then reach behind her and unclasp her bra.
“What are you doing, Luca Monroe?” she questions with a tone of seriousness, yet there’s a glimmer in her eyes that only continues to intensify as I have my fun.
“Making myself something.” Once her tits are free, I smear the already present silver over her nipple, then do the same with the green on the other. “Don’t move.”
She barely breathes as I turn around for the canvas, lifting it up and pressing it to her chest. She leans in, but that’s not enough pressure to give me the details I desire. With one arm, I hold her tightly against me, the canvas locked between us.
“You’re something I didn’t expect,” she admits as I stare down at her oval face.
“Then, I guess that makes us even in that regard,” I reply before releasing her and taking in my artwork. The colors are all smeared together, there are lumps of paint in certain places, and nothingblendsas she often likes to talk about.
To anyone else, this would appear to be the work of a toddler, but to me, I can make out every curve and dimple, and it’s perfect.
“Mind if I add something?” Olivia says, gazing at the canvas next to me.
“As long as you don’t touch what’s already there, by all means.”
She takes the painting from me and places it on the easel before picking up the previously discarded paint brush from the ground. With her ass in the air, still covered in plenty of paint, I don’t miss the opportunity to smack her colored cheeks.
She merely laughs at my antics before dipping the brush into shimmering seafoam. She brings the brush closer to the canvas, then covers the brush with her fingertip before forcing it back and flicking the paint over the art.
It doesn’t take away from what’s already there, but as she moves around, filling in blank spaces, her gentle touch does complete the painting in a way I don’t expect. Something about that feels more like a metaphor I don’t want to think too hard about. I’ll leave that for another day.
When she turns back to me with the biggest of smiles on her face, I know I can’t wait any longer to sink my cock into her. Only bothering with my pants, I undo my belt and shove them down just far enough to free myself.
Without missing a beat, Olivia jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around my waist as I walk us to the bench between some of the planters. As soon as we’re sitting, she lifts up and grabs my dick like she owns it and lines herself up before dropping her head back, lowering her pulsing pussy right where it belongs.
“This isn’t going to take much after that,” she says breathily.
That’s not a problem for me. At least, not right now. I can take my time with her later when we’re somewhere I don’t need to concern myself with someone interrupting us and laying eyes on what’s only meant for me.
She bounces above me, slamming herself over my cock with little guidance from me and her head still pointed at the sky.
I grip her tits, pinching both nipples and smearing more paint between the two of us until she cries out, digging her nails into my thighs where she’s anchored herself.
My upper body leans forward, one arm wrapping around her waist as my mouth finds her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. Her body tenses, but the groan that comes next, followed by the tightening of her pussy, tells me this woman likes things a little rough.
“So close,” she murmurs, and I know I want to come when she does, so I join in her efforts, lifting my hips in time with hers.
It’s not exactly enough, but she seems to understand what I need without me saying anything, because one of her hands snakes past my slacks that are still at mid-thigh and gives my balls a gentle squeeze.
The unexpected touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me and has rumbles echoing from my chest. She continues with her touch, growing firmer in pressure with each passing second, and within a minute we’re both fully sated and collapsing into each other’s arms.
She chuckles against my shoulder, and even though I can’t see her face, I can hear the smile in her words. “That’s one hell of a greeting. And here I thought I was going to be thankingyoufor the garden.”
My hands tightly grip her ass. “Don’t worry. The night is still young. There’s still plenty of time for you to get on your knees and thank me properly.”
Her pussy tightens over my dick, and I smirk. It’s about fucking time I claim her mouth.
