Page 30 of Natural Deception

"Here?" she whispers. "The bed---"

"Right here, Nessa."

I take hold of her hands, raising them until I can cuff her wrists to the door just above her head. While her breathing grows ragged, I bow my head to scrape my tongue over the painted strap on her shoulder. "Mm, tastes like raspberry. But nothing tastes as good as your cream." I take another lick, dragging my tongue slowly down the faux strap. "I won't lick all the paint off you. I plan to find all your sweet spots and tease you with my tongue until you're panting for me. But that's just the beginning of what I want to do with you."

I bend my knees to level my face with her tit and scrape my tongue around that peak in a circular motion that makes her moan.

"Please, Craig, take me now."

"Not yet."

She kicks my shin. "Yes, now, dammit."

A chuckle rumbles out of me, and since I have my mouth on her nipple, my lips vibrate against her skin. She gasps and arches her back.

"Unh, please, Craig."

"Fuck, I love it when you beg." I release her wrists. "Keep your hands up, Nessa. That's an order. Disobey me and I'll spank you."

Her eyes widen---but with lustful surprise, not disgust. I have never in my life spanked a woman, but I suddenly want to do all kinds of naughty things with her. Maybe this is some kind of strange midlife crisis, but I don't care. Making love to Vanessa is all I can focus on right now.

I lower myself inch by inch with my hands ghosting along her sides. I pause at her navel, where Lucy had created the illusion of a belly-button ring with a glistening ruby at its center. The first flick of my tongue makes Vanessa jerk and arch her back again. But when I begin to swirl my tongue round and round in her navel, lapping up the raspberry-flavored paint, she rocks her hips as if she's begging me to fuck her with my mouth.

Not yet. I love making her squirm and moan.

She spreads her thighs.

My mouth waters at the scent of her cream, but I won't lose track of my strategy. Drive Vanessa crazy, that's my plan. Make her want me so badly she'll take me back.

I slide my tongue lightly down her belly while she squirms more, and when I reach her mound, I realize the body paint is covering the hairs there. I assumed Lucy had shaved Vanessa. But no, she simply painted over the hairs. I trace my tongue over the skin just above her mound, rewarded by her soft gasp and the hungry noise she makes, somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

Her every response gets me harder and hotter for her.

While she claws the door with her fingernails, I lick her inner thigh, cleaning off the paint and simultaneously getting her even more turned on. I move to the other thigh, laving it with my tongue. My hair grazes her skin and tickles it, I'm sure, based on the way her tits are heaving and she scrapes the door faster, almost frantically.

"Turn around," I command. "Show me your ass, Nessa."

She flips around and splays her palms on the door, her cheek plastered to its surface while she gazes down at me. I palm her ass cheeks and give each a light squeeze, just enough to make her bite down on her lip so hard it turns white.

I kiss one cheek, then lick the paint off with quick swipes before I lick my way up her spine, moving swiftly, keeping the touch light. When I get to her neck, I push her hair away and drag my lips over the bare flesh there.

She wriggles and grunts. "Enough with the foreplay. I want you inside me now."

"Anything for you, Nessa." I pick her up. "But first, we need to clean off all this body paint."

"But I want to lick it off you. It's only fair."

"Your sheets might get covered in paint."

She laughs. "Since when do you care about sheets getting dirty? I don't recall you ever volunteering to wash them."

"Fair point." I start walking toward the bathroom. "Tell you what, I'll let you taste my body paint before we wash each other off."

Taste my body paint. Now there's a phrase I never imagined I would have spoken. I think this island has magical brainwashing capabilities because I've done things here that I would've laughed at if anyone back home had suggested them. The bathroom has no door, but I shouldn't be surprised by that fact. This is a wicked naturist resort. My little bungalow does have a door, though. I guess they think the peons are privacy nuts.

I set Vanessa down in front of the double sinks and a big mirror in the bathroom. The huge shower stall seems big enough to hold an entire baseball team, and it has enough heads to create a downpour. I'm glad Vanessa has the top-notch suite. She deserves it after the way I dumped her three years ago.

She leans back against the counter, hands on the edge, tapping one finger as she studies me.

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