Page 79 of When You Left Me Speechless

Her eyes fly open and dart around the space. “Don’t tell me you brought me here to murder me,” she laughs. “If I had known, I would have brought my vibrator to defend myself. I knew you were too good to be true.”

I let out a low chuckle. “Very funny. My mom offers these splatter paint date nights at her studio.” I gesture at the canvas set up in the middle of the room. “I’ve been wanting to do it with you, so I had her help me set it up. Here we need to put these on.” I grab two pairs of plastic goggles and hand one to her.

She pulls her hair back and positions the goggles on her face. “How do I look?”

“Oh, you look hot,” I tease. “I might need you to wear those later.”

She giggles and shakes her head. “Only if you wear yours too.”

I pull her towards me and plant a kiss on the sensitive part of her neck that’s now exposed. A soft moan escapes her lips. My thumb finds her chin and I tip her head up ever so slightly, so my mouth can find hers.

She slowly pulls away and walks toward the canvas. “Splatter paint, huh?”

“Yep. I figured we could paint our own memory and have a little fun while we do it.”

She lets out a laugh. “You want to have fun?”

I nod my head and begin to walk towards where she is standing.

“So how do we do it?” She bends down and picks up a paint brush and dips it into a can of bright pink paint.

“Well, you—” I begin to explain, but she flicks her brush and paint splatters all over my white T-shirt before I can finish.

“Oh, it’s on,” I say. I bend down, grab a brush, and dip it in a can of yellow paint. I flick my wrist and paint splatters across her goggles. She squeals and hits me again with more pink paint, this time across my crotch. I bend down and pick up three brushes, dipping each of them in a different color. I snap my wrists and paint goes flying all over her. We continue our paint fight for a while longer until we are both covered and laughing so hard that my side starts to cramp.

“Come here,” I say through heavy breaths.

She saunters over and I gently move my thumb across her cheek, wiping away some of the green paint that now covers her face. I lean down and kiss her. “So, chatterbox, what should we do to the canvas?” I glance over to the canvas which is the only thing in the room that we have managed to not get paint on yet.

She giggles and walks over to study it. She dips her brush into the pink paint and draws a large heart in the center. In the middle of the heart she writes “L + P”.

“I think we splatter it now,” she says, stepping back and letting paint fly all over the surface of the canvas. I join her and when it’s finished we both step back and admire our work.

“It’s perfect,” she says. I bend down and kiss her on the forehead.

“We’ve got some time before dinner will arrive, any ideas of what we should do next?”

“We’re a mess,” she says. “Care to join me in your shower?”

My whole body stiffens at her words. She turns, slowly stripping off her clothes piece by piece as she walks towardthe door. I have to be the luckiest man in the entire world. “Fuck.”

We stepinto the warm shower. Our bodies are close. I bend down and kiss her tenderly. She lets out a small moan, and I take it as my cue to let my tongue glide into her mouth. My hands explore her body, feeling her soft skin under the warm water is heaven. My shower is small, but for the first time since I moved in, I appreciate its size and how close it forces our bodies to be to one another.

I turn her slowly and walk her a step backward up against the shower wall. “I didn’t grab a condom,” I say through heavy breaths.

“I have an IUD. You don’t need one unless you think we do,” she says.

I pull back and look her in the eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone since I was last tested. Are you sure?”

She nods her head confidently, “Same here.” My mouth meets hers again. Her hands move down my body until she takes me in her hand. She glides her hand up and down my length, causing me to shutter under her touch. She lifts her leg and her foot finds the ledge. Without wasting another minute, she guides my cock to her entrance.

Our eyes meet, and I thrust into her. Over and over, I drive my hips forward. My movements are slow and careful. The feeling of my bare cock in her soaked pussy threatens to take us both over the edge. Our mouths meet again, and I kiss her like we are the only two people in the world. We don’t talk other than the moans that escape each of us. With every thrust, I can feel her nearing her climax.

Her breath quickens. My name escapes from her mouth, and it’s all I need. I drive into her one more time. I feel her clench around me, and we both fall together.

I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I could get used to this.”

“Me too,” she whispers.

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