Page 17 of A Little Merry

When she floated back down to earth, I grabbed her tight little body and flipped her on her back. Her eyes were still closed, while she enjoyed the sensations that surged through her. I couldn’t help but paint her closed eyes a sky blue with both my thumbs. Then I ran bright pink on her cheeks and along her perfect full lips.

“This is so crazy good,” she finally said.

“Unbelievable is more like it,” I told her as I glided my hands over her breasts, painting them two different colors: orange and a deep crimson. I first had to taste each nipple, sucking each one deep into my mouth as I ran my tongue over them, then nipping on each one, causing more lovely moans. Then I carefully painted part of each one two different shades of green, with bright yellow areolas.

I ran more trails of color down her belly and between her legs on her smooth pussy lips, making sure they were carefully painted in shades of pinks.

“I’m loving this. I could paint you for hours and never get tired.”

“Your hands feel so damn good on my body. I love it.”

I kissed her then and spread out her arms on either side, running more paint on each one, until her body was completely covered in vibrant colors except for her long legs.

I slowly painted them a beautiful shade of gold. Then I added more color to her thighs, those strong thighs, shades of sienna, with dots of blue and more gold running down between her legs. I painted her feet as well, more gold, with each toe a different color.

More giggles, which delighted me this time and caused me to laugh as well. When she held up her legs to see her feet, I realized the backs of her legs weren’t painted, so more gold paint came out to cover her completely.

Then, I leaned over and kissed her pussy again, making sure the paint was now all over my face.

She chuckled when I looked down at her. “You look so adorable.”

We kissed again, a slow, hot kiss.

When I pulled away, she said, “I want to see what I look like all painted.”

She started to get up, but I stopped her.

“Wait. I have a mirror,” I told her, then went to fetch my five-foot-high mirror that always leaned up against the back wall. I turned it on its side and leaned it against the glass wall, so she could see herself and me as she posed on her side, looking even more beautiful, if that were even possible.

“I look so sexy. I love it.” She ran a hand over her wet body, smudging the paint as she slid her hand all the way down to her pussy. “I especially love what you did here. Interesting choice of colors.”

“I have my reasons,” I told her, not wanting to tell her she was my pot of gold.

“Love to hear them sometime, but first… it’s my turn to paint you.”

She instructed me to lie on my back. “Let’s start this way.”

“I’m totally yours… whatever you want.”

“I like that. No man has ever said that to me before. I feel powerful.”

“Believe me, you are.” And I meant it. This woman had complete control over me now. I’d do anything for her.

She took some bright paints and ran them over my body, streaking them across my chest, my arms, my legs, and my groin. I was so hard, and I wanted her so much, I could barely stand this, but it was our agreement, so I stayed put, but fuck, it was killing me.

Then, when I was about to tell her this was enough, she took my dick down her throat, deep down her throat.

Like this woman was a wicked little savage, and I fucking couldn’t believe my luck!

“Holy shit,” I mumbled. “Really?”

“Just relax,” she said, holding my cock in one hand, ready to take me in her mouth again. “It’s my turn now.”

“Seriously… who are you?”

“You’re my live canvas, and I’m ordering you to lie back and enjoy it.”

I followed her orders, grinning like a kid, and lay back while her painted hands smeared the paint over my stomach, and she took me deep into her mouth.

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