"Are you ready to explore with me?" he whispered into my ear.
His teeth nipped at my earlobe and I nodded breathlessly. Michael released my wrists and eased me off of my lap. I lowered myself to recline on the floor and watched as he stood, starting to undress. Finally, the last piece of his clothing fell to the ground and I spent a few indulgent moments drinking in every inch of his beautiful, sun-kissed skin. Vibrant tattoos covered nearly his entire back and over both shoulders, spreading down his arms and over his chest. Almost unconsciously, my hand drifted down my stomach toward the wet heat he had created between my thighs.
“Do you like them?” he asked.
I nodded.
“They are one of the ways that I express myself. I’m going to teach you to express yourself.”
I was expecting him to come down onto the floor with me, but instead, he reached his hand down toward me. I put my hand in his and allowed him to pull me up off of the floor. We walked across the open space and around a partially completed mural into the smaller section of the room that it had created with its presence. What looked like a tremendous piece of canvas was spread across the floor and I noticed small pots of paint positioned around the edge, brushes resting across the open mouths of each.
“What’s this?” I asked.
Michael guided me into the middle of the canvas on the floor. He gestured at the paint.
“I told you that your body is like a piece of art. I’m going to prove that to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I create art, I put myself into it. I’m expressing everything that I’m feeling and thinking. You’re going to do the same thing. We are going to create a piece of art together as an expression of what we’re going to experience.”
He walked over to one of the pots of paint and picked up the brush, dipping it into a bright shade of blue. Stepping back up to me, he ran the brush from my shoulder along my arm. The paint was cold and slick, the contrast in temperature creating a shiver through me. When he was finished, he offered the brush to me. I took it and created a blue streak along the center of Michael’s chest. He nodded and picked up another brush, gathering deep purple paint and using it to coat my breasts. Each color that he added to my body broke through the veil of inhibitions that I realized were still in place and made me more and more aware of how my arousal truly existed throughout my entire body.
I picked up a brush and dipped it into red paint. I walked around Michael and used the brush to create swirls over his ass that I mirrored with green paint and then with yellow. He reciprocated with swathes of other shades until my entire body from my neck down was coated with a rainbow of colors. The final bit complete, Michael stepped up to me.
“Lay down and let’s play.”
I let out a whimper as I eased myself down onto the canvas and laid down. Michael had walked over to a small table to the side of the canvas and picked up a condom. He tore the package open with his mouth and gestured with one finger for me to come closer as he stepped back onto the canvas. I rose up onto my knees and crawled toward him. He offered me the package and I took it with my paint-coated fingertips. For a moment, I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I didn’t want to get paint on the condom by touching it with my hand. I thought of how Michael had opened the package and dipped my mouth to the open corner. Grasping the condom in between my lips I eased it out and brought it onto my tongue. I was rewarded for my creativity with a wash of bright, sweet fruit flavor. I hadn’t even realized that flavored condoms existed, and was enthralled by the novelty of it.
I brought my mouth toward Michael’s cock and positioned it so that I could settle the condom onto the tip. He grasped his erection at the base to hold it still as I used my mouth to unroll the sweetened condom into place. I played as I did it, sucking along his length as I pushed the edge down with my lips, taking my time until it was secured against his hand and I held his erection fully in my mouth. I spent a few minutes sucking his cock, reaching up to cup his balls and leave my fingertips along them in several hues.
When I withdrew his erection and lay back, Michael immediately came down over me. He settled his mouth over mine again, kissing me languidly as he brought his hips forward to nestle the tip of his cock against my opening. Michael paused where he was and opened his intoxicating eyes to gaze at me. This was a moment that had been building over the entire time that we had been painting each other and I was more than ready for him. I ran my hands back through his hair and settled them on his back. Michael let out a breath and sank into me, drawing a gasp from my throat.
Michael groaned in pleasure, his eyes drifting closed as he seemed to give himself over completely to the sensation of my body enveloping him. I felt a smile come to my lips at that sound, and I drew my legs up to encourage him to settle deeper inside me. Michael opened his eyes and returned my smile as he started moving his hips, pushing deeper inside me with long, intense strokes. He dropped his mouth to kiss me again, tangling our tongues as he rolled over to position me on top for a few moments. We moved in a steady, continuous pattern, rolling and changing positions every few moments as we savored the luscious feeling of his length massaging my walls.
We had been moving over the surface of the canvas for several minutes when suddenly he thrust into me harder and faster, bringing me out of my peaceful state and eliciting a sharp cry with each intense stroke. He flipped onto his back again, bringing me up so that I knelt over him. I rolled my hips, riding him as hard as I could. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and dampened the edges of his hair, making him look wild and even sexier. The colors of paint that I had spread across his body had blended and swirled as he fucked me, creating new shades and streaking across his face like war paint. I gripped the strands at the nape of his neck and leaned forward to grab his bottom lip between my teeth. Michael growled and slammed me down onto his cock a few more intense times before I felt him shudder as his body tightened and a roar poured from his throat. I could feel his hot streams pouring into me as he throbbed and pulsed. He reached up and pressed the pad of his thumb to my clit, swirling it relentlessly into me until I screamed out in pleasure and grasped at his chest in response to the powerful orgasm that hit me.
Michael held my hips and rocked them slowly as I rode out the final waves of my climax. I draped myself forward on him, resting my head on his shoulder for a moment before climbing off of him.
“You want to see what we created?” he asked.
I felt like I perhaps should have rested in his arms for a few more moments, but the reality was that I wanted to get a glimpse of the painting, to see an actual visual expression of explosive sex crafted uniquely by our bodies. Michael and I walked off of the canvas and stood at the edge to look down at it. The painting was exactly as I had hoped it would be. It looked like sex: bold and vibrant, soft and smooth in places and sharp and harsh in others. The colors mixed until they were barely decipherable from one another in areas, while staying distinct around the edges, mimicking the way our bodies interacted, sometimes mingling and blending and other moments separated to concentrate on precise, undiluted acts.
“It’s amazing,” I said, not knowing how else to describe it.
“Yes, it is,” Michael said, wrapping his arm around my waist to turn me into him for one more kiss.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Snow