Page 57 of Bleeding Hearts
She slides her hands into my hair, tugging me closer. “Please, please, Lals.”
“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” I hum against her skin as I kiss her clit. “Tell me you love me again. Tell me how badly you want this.”
“I love you. I love you.” Her gaze is locked on me, full of need. “I need you so much, Lals. Please, it hurts.”
“Shh, baby, I’ve got you.” Sliding my tongue up, I circle her clit once more. I can’t put my paint-covered fingers inside her, so I grab a new paintbrush from the pack and drag it through her messy cunt. She groans, lifting her hips, as I circle her entrance with the handle and then slide it into her. She fucks it, pressing her cunt against my mouth as I pull the brush out and push itback in. I set a hard rhythm as I lick and suck her clit. When she can no longer stifle her cries of pleasure, I bite down on her clit. That spark of pain sends her over the edge, and she screams, her body arching up from the canvas as she shakes and writhes. I lick her through her orgasm before sitting up and pulling the paintbrush out of her.
When she opens her eyes and notices what I used, she covers her face in horror. “Oh my god.”
“Who needs toys?” I tease.
Smirking, I turn the brush and sweep the bristles along her nipples then down her body. I use the same rhythm to lightly brush her clit until she lifts her hips again, biting her bottom lip as she watches me. I turn the brush and sweep the bristles along my nipples, then I skim it lower, widening my thighs so she can watch me tease myself with it.
“Lals,” she begs, grasping for me, but I stay out of reach as I use it on myself. My clit throbs so hard it hurts and I’m dripping, but getting her off always does that to me. When she cries my name again, I throw the brush to the side and crawl up her body, squirting green paint across her perfect chest.
Alice is so far gone, she just arches up, crying out at the cool liquid. Gripping her breasts, I massage the paint into her skin before tweaking and twisting her nipples.
Leaning down, I silence her cries with my mouth until she rocks against me, and then I pull away. I flip her, pressing her face into the canvas as I seal my lips around her cunt and suck until she screams. “Baby,” I warn against her heat.
Alice turns her head and bites her forearm, trying to keep quiet.
I don’t go easy this time. I bite and suck on her clit until she’s squirting her release across my face.
Alice slumps forward with a whine. “I can’t take anymore,” she whimpers, but I don’t let up.
I suck her clit, working her body until she pushes back, quivering once more. Opening my eyes, I reach over and grab wipes, cleaning my fingers before I thrust them into her. Her tight cunt grips them as she screams.
Her shout turns into sobs as she struggles, trying to stop herself, but despite how hard she just came, her hot pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she’s close again.
Sliding up, I circle her ass and lick it as she rides my hand, and before she can protest, she falls over the edge once more. Screaming her release into the canvas as she comes all over my hand. Her cunt milks my fingers as she trembles and shakes before falling forward.
Smirking, I pull out of her channel as I look at her. She’s sprawled across the canvas, quivering and boneless, as I suck my fingers.
Rolling over, she glances up at me with sleepy eyes before they slide down my body and heat again. Something else enters her gaze as she watches me.
“My turn,” she purrs, and my eyes widen as she lies down on the canvas, grips my thighs, and presses her mouth to my pussy. She’s covered in paint, and there are hand and breast prints on the canvas. I can’t look away.
When she can’t get the angle she wants, she pulls me over her, my knees in the paint by her head, as she grabs my hips and drags me down so I’m sitting on her face.
My head falls back as she softly sweeps her tongue over my folds before she speeds up, lashing my clit. Her hands slide between us, and she presses three fingers inside me, a wet sound filling the air. All it takes is a few licks of her pretty mouth before pleasure explodes through me.
I jerk above her, grinding down against her mouth as I come. She probably can’t breathe, but I don’t care as pleasure steals all my thoughts.
When it finally releases me, I sprawl on my back over her legs. We are both panting and covered in paint, and when I lift my head, I find she’s smiling. My lips curve as well, and when she meets my gaze, she starts laughing, and I join in.
“I really like painting,” I tease, and that sets her off again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
By the time we leave the studio, we’re blushing and covered in paint, but we’re grinning. We take our paintings with us and drop them off at her room before we head out. Our mood sours as reality kicks back in.
There is another game tonight, and it’s where we are going now. Lally doesn’t seem nervous, but then again, she never does. I am, but I guess worrying all the time comes with loving someone.
Are they okay?
Happy?
Have they eaten or slept enough?
