Page 15 of A Little Merry

“You’ll have to get naked… and when I say naked, I mean everything off. Are you willing to do that while I get the paint ready?”

A tinge of shyness bubbled up inside me, but I had a calling, a wish that needed to be fulfilled, and if he was going to see the value in painting with color again, it would start with me.

“Not a problem,” I told him and pulled my sweater up over my head.

“Where have you been all my life?”

“Trying to find you.”

We kissed again, but this time, he reached behind me and unsnapped my lacy black bra, then slowly slipped it off me while his hands loved on my breasts.

I came out of the kiss and said, “We’re painting, right?”

“Fucking right. Yes. Painting.”

He stood then and went off to get the paints ready. While he did, I slipped my hair into a band and pulled it into a bun on top of my head. Then I slipped out of my boots, jeans, and panties, and lay back down, resting on my side, with my head perched on my hand, totally naked, with my pussy soaking wet, just thinking about what was about to happen.

He gathered all the paints on the table above us, adding water to some. When he finally turned to look at me, his lips stretched in a wide grin.

“My God, woman, youarea witch… look at you. Not a care in the world. Totally naked with complete trust in me.”

My grin widened.

“You’re the reason I found this beautiful town. Now, get on over here and show me what you can do.”

He chuckled then and ripped off the rest of his clothes and shoes to reveal a body that made me drool.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” he said, as he piped different colors of paint onto a board in long stripes, filling the board with all the colors of a rainbow.

“Now, that’s what I call festive,” I told him, flicking off a bit of red, then spreading it in a line under his bellybutton, until I reached his dick. He flinched when I touched him there.

“I get to go first,” he said. “After all, I’m just fulfilling your desire.”

I leaned back and spread out on the cloth, boldly offering up my body as his canvas.

“Open your legs,” he said in a sexy, low voice.

“Is this enough?” I asked, letting my legs fall open as far as they would go.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

“Yes. Please,” I told him.

He dipped his fingers into his paints, and when he parted my pussy, I knew this would be the hottest night of my life.

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I could hardly believe this over-the-top, happy woman was now spread out before me, waiting for me to paint her body.

What the fuck?

“How is this even possible?”

“Think of me as your festive holiday canvas,” she teased, looking so beautiful, she took my breath away.

My gaze washed over her, as I sat back waiting for inspiration, like I did every time I started a new work. Only instead of dredging up all the pain in the world, looking down at her, I saw only joy—beautiful, magical joy.

“Roll over on your stomach. I want to paint your back and your glorious ass first.”

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