BY D. OLVERA ON OCTOBER 16, 2019
It was a normal day, they woke up, had their coffee, and some jelly toast for breakfast. Today was going to be a lazy day, nothing to do but listen to music and enjoy time spent together. I suggested we paint! That is something she loves to do, why not make her morning better.
A large smile appeared on her face as she said “I’ll get the tarp!” She laid out a large sheet on the floor of our cheap two bedroom apartment. That’s something he always admired about her, she cared about cleanliness. “I’m going to the bedroom to get the supplies!” He said. Two canvases, cheap paint, and brushes laid across the floor. Red, blue, and yellow will make any color so that’s all they needed.
He began to sling colors left and right on the canvas, attempting to make something of nothing. What began to shape was a field of flowers. She was working slowly as usual, but man was it beautiful. She carefully mixed her paints, laid them out and began to apply the paint.
“Kind of chaotic? I suppose you paint how you live.” she said to him. He laughed as a line of acrylic paint appeared on her neck. She was not happy about this. “This is so hard to get off!” he continued to laugh uncontrollably, when he felt something cold run down his face.
He stopped in shock, not because he was upset, but because it surprised him. “not so funny now, huh?” he smirked and said “no, queen of clean, how do you like this?” he slung blue across her neck. she slapped him across the face. Confused he began to feel heated… but noticed that his cheek was now wet.
He dipped his hand in her collection of paint to be used and pushed her down by her shoulders. Good thing the tarp was down. He rubbed it onto her neck and on her shoulders. She wiped her hands on the barely in reach paint and grabbed his beard. He reached to put paint on her face and got her jaw line. Both smiling wide they caught each others gaze.
“God I fucking love you” she said, and that’s when he went in for the kiss. Paint was everywhere, but everything to have a great time was in his hands. She ran her hands up his biceps and held his shoulders and he lifted the small of her back to pull her body up. She wrapped her legs around his waste as he pushed his bulged mesh shorts against the center of her Soffe shorts. She slipped her hands into the holes of his make shift “crooks and castles” muscle T-Shirt, driving her nails deep into his back tattoo.
He continued grinding against her, holding her down by her throat, as she continued to hold his waist with her legs as he rose. He wanted her, he wanted everything to be deep inside of her. He loved this woman, he respected this woman, but he didn’t want to make love, he wanted to leave her leg shaking, hot and wet. He wanted to fuck her.
He stood up, she was relatively light, so he held her and carried her wrapped around him to the shower. He kicked the shower nozzle to hot as he pressed her against the wall. A clang erupted as the broken towel rod hit the floor. He continued to grind against her, he could feel the warmth of her against his bulge.
Being the man he is, he could tell he had sometime before the shower warmed up so he put her down on her feet and pulled down her shorts. he bent her over in in front of the sink and got on his kneed and began to kiss her and “do his ABC’s”. The cheap sink began to rattle as she pushed her hands against it, pushing her derriere into his face. He loved the way she tasted, she reached back and gripped his hair as she came for the first time buckling her knees.
She turned around grabbed him by the collar and pulled him up. She kissed him hard, reaching in his shorts slowly stroking him, and bit his lip pulling away. She pulled her shirt off and opened the steaming shower stepping in. He followed suit pulling his shirt off and dropping his shorts.
She was already lathering her breast when he arrived. She reached back and held him slowly pulling and spoke, “take me”. He held her lower abdomen with his right hand, pushing it toward him. His left hand naturally held onto her neck, holding her throat, he pushes himself into her, back and forth. She can feel a fire tear through her, her arm hair and neck raise. His fingers begin to spread as she naturally arches her back.
She reaches down to touch her clitoris, the feeling of his thick cock touching her finger tips as she rubs herself is unreal. He whispers in her ear “I need you”. she pulls his hands up to her breast, reaches back plants her nails deep into his neck. A slight tinge of red runs down his chest.
“Don’t stop” she’s shouts, it takes everything in him not to go faster, go harder, but she likes this, she needs the pace. She asks “faster” he speeds up. She tells him “faster” he speeds up even faster. “Fuck me.” She demands, he’s now going as hard and as deep as he can, he can feel her clinching, he holds her up with his left hand by her breast pushing into her, rubbing back and forth on her clitoris. Her knees give out, her mouth is open, but no words come out, her eyes roll back as the warmth fills her and goose bumps run across her wet body. Throbbing inside of her he pulls out of her and turns her around. Kisses her, and asks if she would like wine with the rest of her shower.
Before she can answer he’s off to get it. He comes back, and hands her the glass. “Enjoy your wine and paint mam.”
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