How can I think she’s weird? She’s astonishing. I don’t know why she doesn’t give herself credit beyond being here for entertainment. She might think she’s careless, but it’s the opposite. In the middle of her chaos, there’s beauty.
Just like her.
I smile. “You’re so talented, you know that?”
Strawberry red rises up her neck and cheeks, but she doesn’t say anything, so I point to the painting and add, “Um, thank you?”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Just so you know, I’ve painted plenty of people I’ve met before. And now, because you scared me, you’re gonna have a long nipple. How unfortunate.”
I laugh this time, at the ridiculousness of this girl. “I’d take a long nipple any day if it makes you smile like that.”
“I’m not smiling,” she replies.
“Who’s trying to be the grump now?” She shakes her head as I extend my arm. “Come back to bed. You can sleep an extra hour before I have to go.”
I don’t know how I went fromI have to stay awaytoLet’s cuddle for longer before I have to go to work.
She nods. “Let me fix this real quick, I was just kidding about the long nipple either way.” Riley drops her paintbrush on the ground, taking a seat on the wheel stool she was using and removing the paint from the wall with her fingers before wiping them on her thigh. In careful movements, she continues the same routine before starting to add different shades of brown, white, orange, and tan, using her fingers each time while her body takes the place of a rag. It’s mesmerizing to watch.
She turns my way, smiling knowingly. “Wanna help?” she asks.
“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
She scoots forward, tapping a small spot behind her on her stool. “I won’t fit there,” I say.
With the widest smile I’ve ever seen, one that feels like the sun on your face after a long winter, she replies, “We can make it fit.”
I snort out a laugh, shaking my head and trying to take the spot she cleared for me. We don’t fit, but it’s fine. More than fine, actually, when she drags her ass to rest right on my cock. I don’t know what is it with this woman and not wearing panties under these shirts that swallow half her body up. A groan passes up the back of my throat, making her giggle as my dick grows hard with her perfect ass on it.
She drops her head back, resting it on my shoulder. “I’msupposed to be painting here, but something’s distracting me,” she adds.
I lower my mouth to the shell of her ear, and in a husky voice, I say, “I can’t help it when you walk around half naked and grind your perfect ass on me like it’s not a big deal.”
She rolls her hips once before sitting up straight and grabbing my hand. “We need to focus, Dom,” she says, guiding my hand to the half pint paint can, dipping my index and middle fingers three quarters of the way in before dragging them out. She wipes the excess of paint on her inner thigh, shivering at the contact as my dick twitches in my pants too.
“Do you realize how hard it is to focus on anything but how sexy you are, even when you don’t mean to be?” She has to know what she’s doing.
I can hear the smile in her tone, even if I can’t see her face when she says, “Oh, I mean to. You walk around like sex on legs, and now it’s my time for revenge. You’re inmywheelhouse, sir.”
She guides my hand to the wall, using my fingers to continue fixing the chest. She repeats each movement, taking different colors each time, wiping my fingers on different parts of her legs until she’s breathy and the air between us is charged with pure lust.
“There,” she says. “All fixed.” Riley takes my fingers, this time wiping them on her shirt, before standing and turning around to straddle my legs. My fingers may be paint free, but hers are definitely not. She drags two fingers down my chest, adding paint. “I couldn’t let you go without getting a little dirty.”
She smiles down at me, her chest rising and falling, mimicking my own, and goddam it, she’s stunning. I want to kick myself for not staying away when I should have, but how can I, when she’s this perfect?
I lower myself, grabbing her with a hand, dipping my other one in one of her paint cans. I don’t even pick what color, just the first one I can find. With the same two fingers she used as paintbrushes, I paint a line across her cheek.
“Now your face matches my chest.”
She gasps. “My legs are already covered in paint, asshole!” she shouts, dipping her hand this time. I try to keep her away, pushing her slightly back. She doesn’t let me, tightening her heels behind me, getting closer. I move my head out of the way, trying to miss the paint, but it’s futile. It lands right on my cheek as she drags three fingers down my beard.
“Riley,” I grunt.
“Oops, sorry!” She smiles wider. “But here, I can clean it up.” She takes her shirt off, dragging paint onto part of her hair and leaving her naked in my arms. She wipes my cheek with the back of the shirt, but it backfires, and now there’s even more paint.
“Oops,” she says again. I narrow my eyes, grabbing the small can of paint and bringing it up to our level.
“You shouldn’t have done that, not when I can paint your whole body right now, and there’s nothing you could do about it.”