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Wordlessly, I grab her by the waist and drag her against me. Paint spreads across her overalls and her arms as she screams and laughs, legs flailing. “Ah, no, no! Let me go…!”
“Not until we’re even.”
She wriggles away from me, her eyes bright. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
She’s just out of arm’s reach. When I try to venture closer, she wags a disapproving finger at me with atut-tut.So I stand transfixed in place as she slowly pulls off the right strap of her overalls. Then the left.
The denim slips around her waist and she shimmies it over her hips until it’s puddled on the floor.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Evening the score. You took off your shirt, so…” She grabs the hem of her tank and pulls it over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear. “Now, you can cover me in paint. Or?—”
I close the distance between us and pin her to her newly-painted wall. She gasps, clawing at my chest as she arches off the wet paint.
“I just painted this! It’s not dry yet!”
“You asked for it, baby.”
“Arsen—”
I silence her with my tongue, grinding our bodies together until her protests turn to whimpers. Gasping into my mouth, she unzips my pants and shoves them down. Then she drops to her knees.
She grips my hips, leaving painted handprints across my skin that I’m tempted to get tattooed later, and sucks me in deep. I fall against the wall, palms pressed into the still-tacky paint to keep myself upright.
“Fuck.” I grab a fistful of her hair, streaking it blue as I fuck her face.
She takes me deeper, and I draw my finger across the hollow of her cheek, painting her cheekbone and her jawline. Her eyes rise to meet mine, and I have to force myself out of her before this ends far too quickly.
Because I’m nowhere close to being finished.
I spread her down on the plastic sheeting. The wood floor creaks under our weight as I kneel between her legs. I peel her panties down, leaving trails of blue paint down her thighs and behind her knees.
Gently, I part her with my thumbs and press a kiss to her center.
She arches off the floor, but I press her back down with my mouth and my tongue. I hold her there as her hips roll against my face. As she fists my hair like I did hers, dragging me closer, telling me what she needs without resorting to words.
“Arsen!” she cries as she tenses and shatters under me. I kiss her down the other side of her orgasm and then crawl my way over her.
I slide into her so easily. One thrust and I’m buried to the hilt.
We rock together on the floor. Her leg arches over my hip, and I hold it there, taking her deeper until she’s contracting around me again. Until she’s whimpering my name with her head tossed back, and I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Blyat’,” I roar as I come.
When I open my eyes, her gaze is fixed on me. She draws her fingers softly, tenderly along my face. “You’re covered in paint.”
“You should see yourself. I think we’re even.”
Smiling, her eyes shift from me to the wall she’d been painting when I showed up. The blue is smudged and swirled from our hands and our bodies. It’s a collage of our raucous lovemaking.
I wait for annoyance or frustration. I’m prepared to actually help paint so we can fix it before she loses sunlight for the day.
“Damn,” she whispers. “That actually looks… kinda beautiful.”
She’s not wrong. “It’ll be a shame to paint over it.”
She swivels around to face me. “Maybe I won’t.”
