Page 34 of Moments in Ink
“Fine, now fuck me,” she whispered, and I grinned.
“That’s my girl,” I whispered.
“Whatever you say, baby.”
She slid her thigh between mine, straddling my leg, as well. The friction sent shivers up my spine, and I gently pulled her hair, tugging her mouth to mine. Paint smeared all over us. I smiled against her lips, needing more. I angled my hips, rolling them, rubbing against her, and she did the same to me. We panted, our breaths coming faster and faster as our clits rubbed against each other, sweat-slick and wet from our combined need.
“I’m close,” Zia whispered.
“Keep going. More. Come on me. Say my name.”
She smiled against me, and I rotated up, using my hand to reach around and play with her ass.
She arched against me, and then she came, her whole body shaking, her thighs gripping mine. I arched my hips up, needing more, and then I came with her. When I tugged on her again, we both rolled off the settee, laughing, touching, covered in paint, and touching some more.
I licked her bare skin where the paint hadn’t been yet, kissing and nipping until I was between her legs, lapping up her juices. I kissed, and I licked, and I touched, and I bit down, and when she came again, I was above her, needing more.
“On my face,” Zia ordered. I did as she asked, using the settee to steady myself, my thighs over her shoulders as I rocked my hips over her face, her tongue flicking out in delicate licks. She spread me wide, paint going everywhere, and I laughed until I came again, my whole body shaking.
Somehow, I was able to move off her, both of us holding each other, our bodies tangled and covered in paint. I laughed.
“Some of the best sex I’ve ever given you, and you’re laughing?” Zia asked, spanking me again.
I moaned, and she smiled.
“Good to know,” Zia murmured.
“Sadist,” I joked.
“Maybe. But only for you.” She kissed me hard.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too,” I replied.
We lay there for a while in blissed silence before she spoke again. “By the way, I removed the lock on the gate between our houses.”
“Good, and you removed mine, too?”
“Of course. Eventually, we should just build a tunnel between our homes. That way, it’s one big house.”
I lazily slid my hand up and down her back, grinning. “Or you can just move in here.”
“Oryoucan move into mine. I have the better garden.”
“But I have the better second floor.”
She rolled until she was on top of me, straddling me, and I moaned.
“How about we flip for it?” Zia asked. And I squeezed her hip.
“Why do I think I’m going to end up tails again?”
“I always win. I mean, I won you, didn’t I?” She fluttered her lashes, and I rolled my eyes.
“You sure are sappy these days.”
“I can’t help it. You make me that way. I’m sure I’ll be a sarcastic ass soon.”