Page 68 of The Blue Rose
He grinds against my core, giving me the friction I need.
But it isn’t enough. I need more.
I try to rip his pants down, but he captures my wrist, stopping his teasing to secure both hands over my head.Fucker loves putting me in this position.I strain against his grip, solidly stuck in his grasp.I love it too.
He sticks his other hand down my pants. “You’re soaked, my little vixen, never patient, are you? Always waiting and wanting and forcing my hand.”
He circles my clit, his fingers relentless. “Aster,” I moan, seeing stars.He always knows exactly where to touch.
“I love it when you moan my name,” he whispers, circling faster. My hips buck, moving with the rhythm of his hand. He leans down to whisper against my lips, “Come for me. Soak my hand in your juices.” He circles faster and faster, and just before I’m about to explode all over his fingers, he removes his hand.
I open my eyes to protest, my hips seeking the friction it lost, seeing Aster smiling down at me, hand raised in the air, his fingers dripping with red paint mixed with my juices.When did he dip his fingers in more paint?The son of a bitch distracted me with an orgasm that never came, just so he could get me back.I’m screwed. I wiggle underneath him, trying to scoot away from his hold, but my arms are still above my head, and my legs are immovable, his legs trapping them.
“Aster. Don't,” I warn.
“Don’t what?” he says as his fingers caress over my bare chest, marking me from my chin to my belly button.
Oh, it’s on.
He lets go of my hands, standing up and removing his shirt.I guess he’s playing fair.I dip my fingers in the same red paint and rush forward, marking his chest with painless scratches. He darts behind me, gathering more paint into his hands, this time green, and rubs it across my back making me jump from the chill and turn around.
He holds my pallet of paint above his head, well out of reach.Time to fight dirty.I reach down and take my pants off, slowly pulling my underwear down. His eyes trail every movement I make, going completely dark. I hold my panties to the side and drop them to the ground. He mimics my movements, taking offhis pants and boxers, in a slow deliberate dance just for me. I watch as his already hard cock stands at attention.He’s always as ready for me as I am for him.
He drops the pallet to the floor, causing me to flinch, and he walks over to me, reaching for me with paint covered fingers. I avoid his hands, jumping to the side and running behind him. He realizes what I’m doing too late and laughs as I snatch the pallet and the little paint that remains on it.
Now I hold the power but, turning around I see him grab the bottles of paint.He one upped me, somehow always one step ahead.I shake my head back and forth, stepping back slowly.Fuck me. I fucked up.I run just as he opens the bottle and squirts it at my back. I feel the paint dripping down my skin, hitting the curves of my ass.
I chuck the pallet at his head. He dodges it, and I lunge for the bottles of paint.
Two can play this game.
I grab four bottles of paint, quickly opening the tops and spinning around, to aim and squirt, but he’s nowhere to be seen.Where did he go? I look around the room, ready for an ambush, but… nothing.
I don’t trust this.I know he’s waiting for me to lower my defenses, but he doesn’t call me vixen for nothing. I turn to faking putting down the bottles, and just as they hit the table, I feel him on me. Spinning around, I close my eyes and squeeze. I feel paint land on me at the same time I hope it lands on him. We’re both laughing like crazy, and being able to be this carefree with one another really helps solidify my choice in showing him my secret.
Once I hear the air from the bottles on his end, I slowly open my eyes. Seeing I did, in fact, hit my mark bringing a messy smile to my face. His chest, legs, and face are covered inred, blue, and green paint. I look down at my chest and see it's covered in red, orange, and black.
Silence blankets my studio.
We stare at one another, chests rising and falling rapidly, trying to catch our breaths. His eyes travel down my body, taking in every inch of my painted skin. I do the same, appreciating my blind handiwork. I look back up and he steps into me, looking down, his bright green eyes turning darker.
His lips crash against mine, my hands tangling in his hair, dragging the paint through it. His tongue greedily tangles with mine, neither of us giving an inch in this fight.I love kissing him, our lips fit perfectly together, always doing a bone melting dance.
He wraps his hand around my throat and slowly lowers us to the ground. He lays his body flush against mine, mixing the paints to create a rainbow of colors. His finger traces my belly, spelling a word I can’t quite make out.S.E.C.R.E.T.. Why would he spell that, does he want to know my secrets or is he finally going to tell me his?My breaths become ragged from the thought of him finally fully letting me in.
I look down at him, kissing my inner thigh. “Did you just spell ‘secret’?”
He stops kissing. “I did.”
“Why?”
He bites my thigh, ignoring my question and making me hiss before kissing to ease the pain. He spreads my thighs further, dipping his head just a breath away from my entrance. “Enough talking.” He dives in, distracting me from my thoughts with his tongue. He laps at my core as if he was starving for a taste. My fingers find his hair, and I push him deeper, slowly gyrating against his mouth, finding my perfect rhythm.
“Are you going to let me come this time?” I pant.
Instead of answering, he sticks a finger straight into my pussy, instantly finding my G-spot and making my legs shake. “That’s it, little vixen. I want to drown in your juices.” He licks and pumps faster, my eyes rolling back as my whole body convulses as I come undone into his mouth.
My legs close on instinct. It's too much. I try to push him away, but he forces my legs apart, his mouth never leaving my clit. “Aster,please, it’s too much.”
