“You cum when I want you to, Kendall, not before,” he said.
The brush came tantalizingly close… and then I felt him move higher, creating little swirls on the smooth canvas that Becky had cleared for him this afternoon. I reached up for a pillow and smothered myself with it, as I screamed my frustration and the quivers from my legs started making my hips gyrate.
When I removed the pillow and looked down with desperation in my eyes, I saw some designs on my stomach that faintly mirrored the patterns on his, and the words “Property of Jace Barlow” written in chocolate ink. Some part of my mind tried to raise an objection to that, but was silenced by the argument that you can’t deny reality. I belonged to Jace Barlow, if he wanted me.
He moved on to the bed and knelt beside me as he created his “more than OK” art on my body. I reached out and felt that wondrously thick cock of his through his pants, stroking it up and down.
I wanted to see it, to feel its hot throbbing skin in the palm of my hand, but I didn’t know how to say it. Every ounce of unspoken pleading was written in my eyes, but there was so much I wanted from him, so much he had already promised to give me, that it was probably not enough.
Jace painted the gentle slopes of my breasts, my aching hard nipples, and then surveyed his masterpiece. He licked his lips, and moved back to where he’d started, putting the chocolate body paint back on the ground before lifting one leg into his hands and beginning to destroy what he had just created, in the most incredible way.
The multi-millionaire licked and sucked at me, and I felt that rough stubble contrasting against the softness of his lips and tongue again. He was making me feel like a manifestation of some ancient goddess who came down to earth every now and then to be worshipped in this way.
He still hadn’t touched my eager sex, but if he kept doing what he was doing, it was going to take the willpower of a deity for me to stop myself from climaxing. Jace made my legs look as if they’d never been painted and then I felt his hot breath on my sopping wet slit.
I held my breath for a second, and then hit the bed with my fists like a little girl throwing a tantrum when I felt his lips on my navel instead of my pussy. A tear of desperation trickled out of one eye, a tiny rivulet of my natural lubricants trickled out of my excited tunnel and tickled its way downwards to the sheets.
His stamp of ownership was the last design element to be erased from my stomach, before he moved upwards again. I ran my hands through his hair, pushing myself against him, making him kiss and lick me harder.
When I felt his thigh between my legs, I rubbed my pussy against him like a wanton slut, because I was beyond caring. All that mattered was this impossibly sexy man who had exploded into my life and all the pleasure he was giving me. I needed to cum.
“Please, please, fuck me, Jace! Fuck me hard! I need it, now!”
Jace paused only long enough to assure me that my torture would be sustained. “Not until I’m good and ready, you sexy little bitch.”
His shoulder muscles bulged as he held himself above me and licked the undersides of my breasts, before circling my nipples with his tongue and then sucking them into his mouth. I cried out when a little firecracker of pleasure went off between my legs, a tiny preview of things to come.
When Jace had cleaned my breasts to his satisfaction, he moved up to kiss me on the lips, and I kissed him back with utter desperation, our tongues no longer gentle as we fought for territory in each other’s mouths. Not surprisingly, he tasted of chocolate.
He pulled back and I followed his kiss upwards for several inches, until he pushed me flat again while he moved back to square one, between my legs. If he was going to tease me again, I was going to die.
“Please,” I panted, and then screamed in relief as he licked the full length of my pussy.
His stubble framed the path of his tongue and I felt it on my sensitive labia as a prickly tingle that drove me wild with excitement. My muscles twitched and I ground myself sporadically against his face as he lapped up my juices like they were sweeter than the body paint.
Jace’s strong hands cupped my ass and pulled my sex against him, keeping me exactly where I needed to be, in spite of my traitor muscles trying to make me buck and gyrate all over the place. My head was thrashing from side to side once more, while pins and needles of bliss started pricking me all over my body, starting at my clit and moving towards my extremities.
I gripped the bedsheets for dear life, terrified of what was building up inside of me, as if an orgasm could be so powerful that it did actual physical damage. I moaned in ecstasy without a spare thought for the volume, hoping it might let off some of the pressure.