Kiss Me Book 1 by Chloe Parks

nipple
between his lips and sucked and tugged, causing her head to fall
back and a soft moan to escape her lips.
    “ I wanted to do that now
because once the paint is all over us I won’t be able to taste you
anymore.”
    “ The paint is safe,
right?”
    “ Yes. It’s completely
nontoxic and is actually made for this particular style of
painting. It won’t irritate our . . . bodies in any
way.”
    “ Good.”
    “ Are you ready?”
    She nodded, suddenly
feeling very nervous. He walked over to the table and removed two
large tubes, one red and the other black.
    “ You’re going to be red,”
he said as he squeezed a generous amount of thick red paint onto
her chest. As soon as the cold paint met her feverish skin she
yelped a little.
    Christian smiled impishly.
“Sorry.” With one finger he spread the paint over her nipples and
bare stomach and motioned for her to turn around. He dripped paint
down her back, and, as it whispered against her skin, she shivered
once more.
    “ Now, put some of the black
on my back and smear it around.”
    Taking the tube in her
hand, she did as she was told. She laughed when he sucked in a
sharp breath, cursing at the coolness of the paint. He then took
the two tubes and placed them on the floor beside the
canvas.
    With a sudden fierceness,
Christian reached out and pulled her roughly against his chest. At
first the squishing sensation of the paint between them was
distracting; however, that quickly changed when his tongue licked
the column of her neck, gently grazing his teeth against the
sensitive flesh as he kissed his way up.
    Their hands began to roam
and stroke each other, the paint tracing their movements. Amy was
surprised at the elevated arousal the paint provided as its satiny
smoothness combined with Christian’s commanding hands glided over
her body. Gently, he lowered their bodies onto the canvas. At first
they gently stroked and rubbed against each other; however, as
their desire began to grow, so did the urgency in their
touch.
    Christian rolled onto his
back, pulling Amy onto of him. “Show me how badly you want my
cock,” he said, gruffly, “stroke your pussy for me. I want to watch
you.”
    Christian lifted his
knees, giving her something to rest her back against as she
adjusted. Her bare ass and dripping wet pussy were pressed just
above his erection. Without hesitation she slid her hands down over
her paint-smeared stomach and began to run her fingers in circles
over her hardened clit. Immediately her pussy was flooded with
moisture.
    She parted her lips and
let out a moan as she moved faster and faster. “That’s right. Rub
that pussy for me,” he growled as he reached up and palmed her
breasts. His hands were a mixture of red and black as he plucked
and squeezed her nipples roughly. The sharp pain brought her
pleasure on more fully.
    Faster and faster her
hands worked over her pussy. Her hips were rocking as she ground
her slit against him.
    “ Stop,” he
commanded.
    Immediately her fingers
ceased their movement and with one fast maneuver he had her sliding
down the length of his rigid cock.
    “ I’ve thought of nothing
but your sweet pussy riding me like this,” he said as he forced his
hips up to meet her downward thrusts. She couldn’t manage words as
her body began to hum and vibrated. “Fuck,” he said as she changed
her movements and began to roll her body, much like a stripper or
belly dancer would.
    She didn’t get to do that
long before he had her flipped over and lying flat on her stomach.
Paint squished against her cheek, pressing clumped strands of black
and red paint-filled hair against her forehead and across her face.
Her hands splayed out to the sides as he took her by the hips and
hoisted her onto her knees.
    “ Mmm, what a beautiful
ass,” he said as he gave it a sharp slap.
    Amy screamed
out.
    “ You like that?”
    “ Y-yes,” she whimpered as
she writhed around on the paint.
    Again he brought his palm
down, this time harder