Marital Bliss(21)

Clint laughed. “Lick me off.”

“Seemed appropriate.”

“What are you going to write on my cock? Suck my…” She hushed him with a finger over his lips.

“Don’t make me gag you,” she teased.

Clint took her finger in his mouth and sucked on it. She pulled it out slowly.

“Watermelon does taste good,” he whispered. “I’d love to lick it off your pussy.”

Mischa moaned and shifted. She’d love that too and he knew it. But this was for her. It was her turn to pleasure him. She’d envisioned this since she’d picked the stuff up at the store. Jacey and Dee had giggled and told her that she had to share how good the body paints were.

She leaned back down to his stomach and licked over his abs. Man she loved the ripple of muscle in his abdomen. He had the most amazing body in the world as far as she was concerned. She traced over the words with her tongue. The watermelon did taste good against his skin. She traced the words again, this time being more thorough and licking him clean.

His legs shifted restlessly. She had something special in mind to paint on his cock with. But she wanted some more play time first. She took the brush again and dipped it back into the watermelon. This time she painted her nipples with it. Clint’s eyes followed each stroke of the brush and his nostril’s flared.

Setting it aside again, she straddled him and slowly brought a green nipple to his mouth. He took it in, sucked it and worked it with his tongue. She felt his cock pulse between her legs and shifted her hips back and forth to rub against it. She pulled away from him and offered the other watermelon-flavored nipple in replacement.

He didn’t disappoint. They were both panting when she pulled back this time.

“Let me try the blueberry.”

She smiled and reached over to grab the blue tub and brush. She painted her nipples again while he watched with lust-filled eyes. When they were as blue as she dared she rose up and shimmied so that they bobbled in front of his face. He leaned forward but she countered by shifting back. He tugged at his bonds and growled.

“Do you want them?”

“Yes.”

She leaned forward and teased him, rubbing her nipple along his jaw leaving a trail of blue. She pulled back before he could capture her and traced her tongue along the path she’d left.

“Tastes so good,” she moaned, sucking and nipping him with her teeth.

“You’re not playing fair,” he groaned.

She pulled back and let her gaze skim over the blue spots she’d left on his chest where her nipples had touched.

“I’m making a mess,” she murmured huskily. “I better clean up after myself.”

She licked the trail off his chest making sure her nipples grazed over his stomach. With a sigh she moved lower to lick those spots, letting her nipples brush his thighs and cock. When she pulled back this time and looked down, there was nice, random pattern of blue paint exactly where she wanted it. She’d have to clean that up.

First she lifted back up and put her nipple close enough for him to take. He nipped her a little harder than she anticipated and she moaned. He released it when she tugged and she gave him the other one. This time he gripped it with his teeth forcing her to lean in and let him suck it some more before pulling away.

“My turn,” she whispered and moved down to lie between his thighs and lick over him. She didn’t spend too long in any one spot. She sucked and licked his inner thigh, then moved up to his lower abs before moving to nip along a spot on his shaft. She stayed away from the head and the sensitive groove just beneath it.

She shifted again and moved off the bed.

“Where are you going?” Clint’s voice was rough with need. She could see the muscles bulging in his arms where he tugged on the bindings. He could break them if he wanted. They were for play after all. But he wouldn’t. He was giving her free rein to do as she wanted.

“Grabbing this,” she turned with a can of whipped cream that she hidden earlier. She tore the top off and resumed her position between his thighs. She shook the can and aimed it at the head of his cock. Clint groaned and his cock bobbed.

She pointed the can and let the whipped topping foam out and cover him. It covered the head and slid down along his shaft. Some if it landed on his lower abs and the insides of his thighs. She had no more teasing in her. Her mouth was watering for the first taste of the cream on his cock.

She lowered her head and licked him everywhere. Any place the whipped topping covered felt the stroke of her tongue. She sucked and tasted, cleaning him so that she could cover him again. She reached for the can and shook it before spraying another dollop on the swollen head of his cock. She dropped the can and looked up at him.