Loved With Color

I wince when he pulls out of me. “Let’s get cleaned up, baby,” he says standing, holding out his hand to me. I take it, not sure I can even walk. Once out of bed, my legs are shaky but it’s not impossible to walk. With the hot water cascading down my body, I feel like a goddess. He’s staring at me like I’m his next meal and I love it.

His cock is hard again and I have to taste it. As gracefully as I can, I drop to my knees and wrap my hands around him. Despite books and movies making shower stuff look hot, this shit ain’t easy.

“What are you doing, Shaynah?” he asks laughingly. My eyes pop up to his.

“Tasting what’s mine,” I simply reply before wrapping my lips around the thick, bulbous, angry looking head. My eyes are still connected with his. I love the way precum tastes, freely flowing from him. He’s already branded my cunt, now it’s my tongues turn.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, no longer laughing. Good. I want him to feel as good as if not better than he made me feel.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I take him deeper into my throat. I must be doing something right because with each suck, his hands tighten in my hair. I love the pleasure the little bites of pain are giving me. My pussy is soaking wet again, and it has nothing to do with the shower. Sliding my hand down my belly, I moan deeply when my fingertips brush my clit. Using two fingers, I dip in and out of my cunt, getting my fingers good and wet, I then swirl them around my clit. I’m already so close to coming. How the fuck is that possible? I keep rubbing myself.

“You playing with my pussy?” he demands roughly.

“Uh-huh,” I moan around him.

“Come for me, baby. Rub that little clit until your pussy gushes for me.”

I have to pull off of him for a second when I come.

“I’m about to come, baby. Move if you don’t want to swallow my seed,” he says through clenched teeth. I shake my head and tighten my lips around him. “You’re a good girl, baby.” He strokes my cheek softly as he fucks my face hard. Again, I love how contradictory he can be. He grunts and fills my throat with his mouth watering cum and pulls out his still hard cock as I’m swallowing every bit of him down my throat. Then he helps me stand and kisses me so hard I lose my breath.

“Wow,” I murmur when I can speak again.

“You are perfect,” he says kissing my forehead. The water has long since run cold and I am shivering. “Let’s get you dry. Stay with me?”

“For the night?” I ask, wanting to be sure I am not misunderstanding his tone.

“Forever.”

“Yes,” I whisper as he dries my body and drags an oversized tee shirt over my head and down my overworked body. We kiss again and it’s like our souls are reconnecting from forever ago. God, I’m gonna cry with all of the emotions coursing through me, but I manage to keep it together.

We climb into bed, normally I sleep sprawled out in the middle of my queen sized bed, so this will be interesting. He took the side closer to the door, like a gentleman and he’s out like a light. Me, on the other hand, am surprisingly wide awake. I’m thirsty so I make my way out to the kitchen and make a huge glass of ice water. Sipping it, I see a black double-tipped Sharpie on the counter. Picking it up, I grab my glass and head back to the bedroom.

I’ve got plans to mark my territory.

6

Blake

Waking up beside her is everything I never knew I wanted. Being inside of her can only be described as addicting. I’ll forever need her. She’s still sleeping when I head into the bathroom to take care of business. While washing my hands, I see not only scratches from Shaynah, but she’s drawn on me as well. An intricately detailed drawing, like a tattoo, of a hammer, a side bevel, an awl, and a hand saw. All the things I’ve used a million times while building furniture. The “tattoo” also features the same roses she has on her thigh and her name underneath. She’s branded me and I love it.

I am definitely getting this tattoo as soon as possible. I want her mark on me. I get ready for the day and go out into the kitchen to start some coffee. Once it’s brewing, she is up and dressed in her jeans again, but still wearing my shirt. Fuck, she looks good in my clothes. She looks good in anything as well as naked. Now is not the time for me to get hard. I have a lot to do today. First thing is to get her to work. Second thing, I need to speak to my parents. They each have offices in the same building downtown, so I texted them asking them to meet me for lunch at this little bistro my mom loves. It’s going to be a difficult conversation.