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Ryan quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Yes, I know you usually give the orders when we get naked, but you’re inmydomain now. So, get naked.”
Without hesitating a moment longer, Ryan toes off his sneakers, pulls off his socks, and tugs the hem of his Polo out of his pants, stripping out of his shirt and tossing it to the side, just narrowly avoiding it fluttering down on top of a candle and going up in flames. The happy, eager smile on his face suddenly drops, and his fingers pause in the middle of unzipping his pants.
“Wait a second.” Ryan finally notices what I set up in the middle of the garage floor right behind me. “Why does this suddenly feel like a scene fromDexter? Is someone getting murdered here today? More importantly, amIgetting murdered here today?”
A quick burst of laughter flies out of me, and I look behind me at the plastic drop cloth I duct-taped to the entire garage floor, along with a few others I hung on the walls around the room for extra precaution, because I have no idea how messy this is actually going to get. In the middle of the room, I laid down a huge square of carpet on top of the plastic that I found rolled up in the corner of the garage that was left over from when Ryan got his bedroom recarpeted last year, with a large, white canvas tarp draped over the carpet. Just like Melanie when I rattled off the things I would need for this, Ryan thinks it looks like a crime scene. I can’t help but smile that it will probably look evenmorelike that once we’re finished.
“Don’t worry,” I tell him, watching his eyes darken as I pull my tank top up and off my body, tossing it over by his polo shirt before doing the same with my cotton shorts. “The only murdering that’s going to happen here today is what your penis does to my vagina.Ba-dum-tss!”
Ryan laughs when I make a corny joke that ends with air drums, but he quickly stops laughing when I unhook my bra and toss it over with our other clothes.
“Feel free to join me,” I tell him nonchalantly, even though my hands are shaking as I slip out of my lace thong, and Ryan lets out my favorite growl from deep in his chest when I’m standing in front of him naked before he blindly fumbles to get his pants and boxer briefs off and kick them to the side.
“You’re so beautiful I can’t even handle it,” Ryan mutters, his eyes trailing up and down my body, making the muscles between my thighs clench tight and my skin tingle, seeing him standing here looking just as beautiful in all his hot, naked glory, with his cock stiff and thick, jutting out between his legs.
As soon as I open my mouth to explain what we’re going to do, and why it looks like I’ve set up a romantic kill room, Ryan grabs my face and pulls my mouth against his. He kisses me until I’m breathless, and he swipes his tongue against mine until I’m on fire, his cock hard and heavy between us until I’m wet.
Pulling my mouth away from his takes herculean effort, but I do it, and I’m panting as I hold one finger up in front of him. “Hold that thought.”
Ryan swipes his thumb over my bottom lip as he stares down at my mouth, and I wrap my lips around the tip of it and suck until another growl rumbles from Ryan’s chest as he watches me. Pulling his hands off my face, I tug him over to the edge of the canvas tarp, where I’ve set out a bunch of bottles of paint in various colors. Letting go of his hands, I bend down and grab a bottle of blue, and a bottle of purple, handing him one of them.
“I thought you could help me with a little art project today.”
Ryan’s eyes light up as we both use our thumbs to flip open the lids of our bottles of paint, and I love that we’re standing here naked and turned on, and he’s not even questioning why I’m suddenly making him play with paint.
“First, we’re going to squirt a bunch of this paint on the canvas.”
I lean over and squeeze the bottle, flinging streams of paint onto the white, pristine surface in random spots in the middle, and Ryan quickly does the same. We do it with each bottle of paint I’ve set out, stopping to kiss and for our hands to roam all over each other’s naked body, getting turned on all over again in between each color, until we’ve used them all, and the canvas is now splattered in an array of beautiful colors.
“Don’t worry about messing it up,” I tell Ryan, grabbing his hands and pulling him onto the canvas, tip-toeing carefully through the paint so we don’t slip and fall, before pulling him right down onto the paint in the middle. We’re both lying in it on our sides, laughing, with our heads resting in the hands of our bent arms, facing each other. “And don’t worry about paint getting in places it shouldn’t go. It’s all organic, water-based, and nontoxic.”
“Oh my God, it’s so cold!” Ryan laughs, never once questioning why I’m making him lie in wet paint. He leans forward and gives me a sweet, soft kiss, with the candles flickering all around us and soft music playing, before pulling back and smiling at me. “What do we do now?”
Trailing my hand through the paint on the canvas in the few inches of space that separate us, I bring my hand up and then drag it down his chest, leaving a trail of blue, purple, and pink behind.
“Now, we make art.” I smile at him before wrapping my paint-covered hand around the back of his neck and tugging his mouth to mine.
This “art project” was supposed to be silly and fun. We definitely spend plenty of time laughing as we kiss and get a little silly as we roll around in the paint, squealing about it being cold and making jokes about how wet I’m getting in more ways than one. But we both stop laughing when I get Ryan on his back and straddle him.
With my fingers laced through his, I hold his hands above his head and pressed against the paint-covered canvas, my mouth never leaving his as I rub my wetness up and down over his cock, reveling in the sound of him moaning into my mouth and his hips jerking up against me.
“How are you so perfect?” Ryan mutters against my lips, closing his eyes and groaning when I lean back on my knees on top of him, dragging my paint-covered hands down the underside of his arms. I smear them over his chest as I go, leaving a trail of color on his skin, until they’re pressed over his rapidly beating heart, and I’m seated right on top of his cock.
“I’m not perfect,” I whisper, swallowing past the lump in my throat as I lift my body and reach between us, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft and guiding him to my entrance.
Ryan’s hands quickly fly up from above his head, one to tightly grip my hip and the other to reach up and rest against my cheek, and I get even more turned on when I feel the wet paint on his palm as I swivel my hips and start to push myself down on his hard length.
“You’re just perfect for me. Oh, sweet fucking Christ.” Ryan’s words are cut off with a moan when I sink the rest of the way down on him, widening my thighs around his and taking him as deep as I can, letting out a sigh when I feel him thick and pulsing inside me, right where he belongs.
He quickly sits up, keeping one hand pressed against my cheek and wrapping his other arm tightly around my waist, tugging my mouth to his. He kisses me hard and deep, and I wrap one arm around his shoulders and the other around his back as I start rocking my body against him. He presses his forehead to mine, and an ache builds in my chest when he gently rubs his hand up and down my back, his breath shakily coming out of him each time I swivel my hips. I slowly push up and sink down on my knees, the slick glide of his cock in and out of me driving me insane, and the way he pulls his head back just enough to look into my eyes and keeps one hand pressed against my cheek while I move on top of him drives me deeper and deeper in love with him.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You know that, right?” he prompts as he looks at me like he can’t believe I’m real and like I’m the most precious thing in the world, rubbing his thumb back and forth against my cheek, his eyes fluttering closed with a quietly grunted “Fuck” when I move a little faster up and down his cock.
I just want to tell him the feeling is mutual and that I didn’t know who I was or what the hell I was even doing with my life before I met him, and nothing made sense or felt right until I kissed a stranger in Giovanni’s. But I don’t want these emotions in my head and my heart to overwhelm me right now when I feel so good everywhere else, so I press my mouth to his instead. I tell him everything I can’t say with my lips, and my hands, and my body, turning it into art beneath us that I already know will be the best piece I’ve ever created, because I’m making it with Ryan.
We start off sweet and slow, but just like every time we’re together, it doesn’t stay that way long. We kiss, and we touch everywhere we can reach, completely forgetting about the paint we’re leaving all over each other and spreading around the canvas beneath us, until he’s gripping the back of my neck, tightly clutching my ass to help me move up and down on his cock harder and faster. I feel like I can’t breathe, and I feel like I can’t pull him close enough to me, or take him inside my body deep enough, until he finally realizes I might not be perfect, butweare.
