Page 25 of Summer's Edge

“I’m glad you said that. I can do a mean Joker.”

I rush over to get my makeup kit, a large cooler-looking black box that holds everything I need to make my creations. But his laughter makes me look back sharply, worried he’s gonna tell me he was just fucking with me.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head and sits in one of the kitchen chairs. “Nothing. Have at it.”

To start with I have him move the chair to the door for the light. And then I get to work.

I start with the white foundation, which I apply in several layers to his entire face. Then the black around the eyes. And finally, the jagged, red smile which stretches from ear to ear. I don’t have to look at any inspiration photos and I don’t have to imagine much when I work on the smile, since he’s already grinning from ear to ear.

“Can I see?” he asks a few times while I’m working.

“Nope, not until I’m done,” I tell him every time.

And now I am almost done. Much too soon.

He has the best skin for applying makeup to. Supple and thick and much smoother than I’d give him credit for.

I finish the look by slicking his hair back from his forehead, using a mixture of hair gel and foam with just a hint of brown color to counteract the blonde in his hair. He gasps as my fingers touch his scalp and I think I know why. I felt the surge of electricity too. It was like a flash of lightning. I’m just standing here, frozen to the spot, waiting for the thunder.

“Can I see now?” he asks.

I hold up the mirror without saying anything. He takes it from my hand and whistles appreciatively.

“You got some real talent,” he says. “I barely recognize myself. Where’d you learn to do this?”

“YouTube, some from my mom, and I took a few courses,” I say as I snap a couple of quick pictures of my creation. “But mostly I just figured it out by myself.”

He looks at his face some more. “This is so awesome. I look like I just walked off the set.”

“Thanks,” I say, feeling my cheeks heat up.

He looks at me over the rim of the mirror. “Now you just gotta make yourself look like Harley Quinn and we’re all set.”

“Set for what?” I ask, but I think I already know. That’s stark desire and lust in his eyes. The kind that won’t be stopped.

“For this,” he says, takes my hand and pulls me into his lap.

He kisses me deeply, hungrily, with a wild passion befitting Joker himself. I taste all the layers of makeup I put on his face. But not as strongly as I taste him. He tastes like rain on a hot summer day, like laughter, like sweets you’re not supposed to have but can’t resist.

“I just thought of something else fun we could do today,” he says when we finally come up for air.

“Yeah?” I ask, moving so I’m straddling his lap, his hard cock poking me. “Took you long enough.”

“Never said I was smart.” He kisses me again right after. Harder, more passionately than before, his cock pulsing beneath me.

His hands are in my hair, and under my shirt, on my ass and my thighs and my breasts. Every touch of his fingers makes lighting flash. And this time thunder isn’t far behind.

He stands up with me in his arms and carries me to the bed, kissing me the whole way.

Then he uses his mouth and his hands to undress me slowly, kissing every inch of skin he reveals. My neck, sending rivers of pleasure straight through my core. My nipples, the pleasure coming in almost unbearable jets. My stomach, the pleasure softer, filling every nook and cranny of my body. My clit, the pleasure so intense it’s electrifying.

My hands are in his hair, messing up my creation, but I don’t care. His licks, nips and his tongue work on my pussy have my whole body tingling, the pleasure and bliss mounting until I care about nothing other than getting more of it.

And just like that, he gives me that too.

He rises up, grinning at me as he slides a finger into my pussy and then another, making me gasp and moan and crave more. He hooks them and starts pumping, hitting that pleasure spot each time, hitting it expertly, just hard enough, just soft enough, just perfect.

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