Color Me Pretty: A Father's Best Friend Romance

Our stare intensified. Suddenly my eyes dipped to her lips and I thought about the strawberry scent that wafted from them because of her Chapstick addiction. It matched the shampoo she loved using that she insisted she always wanted as a present when I asked what she’d like for her birthday or Christmas.

“What if I just want you?” Two years ago, that question had sparked whatever was still going on between us, feeding my head with every bad idea that said I needed to do something about it. Instead, Della got shampoo, body wash, and Chapstick. All strawberry. And the thing was, she smiled like I’d given her gold jewelry.

Putting her plate on the ground, she rose on her knees and put her palms on my shoulders. The familiar scent wrapped around us, mixed with the paint fumes and food that was clearly going to be wasted if this continued.

“What are you doing?” I all but whispered as she ran one of her hands up my neck and over my jaw until her thumb brushed my bottom lip.

“Being spontaneous and making the first move for once,” was all I got before she tenderly pressed her lips to mine, one of her arms looping around the back of my neck as she parted my lips and coaxed her tongue into my mouth until it touched mine.

Groaning, my hands found her waist and tugged her body closer to me. My arms wound around the small of her back and kept her pressed against me as the kiss became more demanding. She took lead and I let her as I adjusted her legs, so they straddled me on the floor. Her hips rolled over my erection, making her shiver in my hold as her tongue twisted with mine.

Pressing her to me so she felt how hard I was for her, I asked, “Is this really want you want?” I knew what she’d say, but I needed to know before I buried myself inside her like I’d been thinking about doing for too long now, especially since the night I showed up half-cocked from the booze and fully cocked because of the skimpy pajamas she had on.

She pulled back, face flushed, and looked me straight in the eye. “Don’t ask stupid questions, Theo. We both know you’re smarter than that.”

That made me chuckle as I pecked her lips, nipping her bottom one and drawing it into my mouth to suck on. My hands traveled up her body, finding the straps of her overalls and working them down her arms until they were both off and the top half of the stained denim fell to reveal the thin shirt she had on underneath. The outline of her perky breasts made it obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to growl at her or take it to my advantage.

I chose the latter. Dipping down, I drew her pebbled nipple into my mouth and reveled in the way her back arched to fill my mouth with more. Dragging my tongue over the clothed bud, my palms went to her ass cheeks and kneaded them, setting a pace as she rocked against me until her labored breath hitched. One of her hands went into my short hair, keeping my mouth on her chest, while the other squeezed my arm until her fingernails stung my skin as her core found the friction it needed to get her closer to the edge.

Moving to her other nipple, I managed to lay her down and roll my hips into her to keep her building, panting—needing more from me. I bit down lightly and listened to her moan as I worked the overalls down her body until they were peeled off and forgotten somewhere behind us. It wasn’t until I moved our intertwined hands above her head as I ground into her core covered only by a scrap of white lace when I realized I’d laid her in paint. Green and blue coated the back of her hair, and black coated our arms.

Her eyes were closed as she rubbed against my cock, seemingly not realizing the mess I was making of her body or choosing not to care. Then I got an idea.

Dragging her tank up and over her head until only her panties remained, I dipped my fingers in some of the paint and began circling her bare nipples. Swirling them with a mixture of red and yellow, I found her lips and kissed her hard the same moment I pinched her sensitive buds.

“Theo,” she cried out, wrapping her arms around me. I was sure black paint from her skin was on my shirt and I didn’t give a shit. She worked the small buttons until they were all undone, helping me peel the shirt off and toss it on the floor. The clang of the fork falling from her plate made me realize we’d need to do some serious cleaning after this, but I didn’t give a fuck in the moment because I needed this.

I wanted to dirty her, taint her, and paint her body with my skilled hands until she forgot why she ever hated herself to begin with.

My lips trailed down her clean stomach, over the slightly raised skin where the pink scar rested just below her belly button, until the tip of my tongue caressed the top of her panty line. She moved her hips eagerly as I glided further down, my nose taking in the smell of her arousal that I was sure dripped because of me. The corners of my lips tipped up, and any reason not to do this disappeared from my conscience with the thought of burying myself deep inside her until she was officially mine.

“What do you want me to do, Della?” My voice was husky, needy, but I wanted her to tell me exactly what she expected. “Use your big girl words.”

Her hands fisted at her sides. “I want you to touch me.”

“With?”

She struggled out, “Everything.”

I cursed and nuzzled my nose against the seam of her lips, feeling how wet she was. My hands grazed her sides, smearing paint on the way down the slight curves of her waist until they met her underwear.

“Be specific, sweetheart.”

She writhed. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Theo.”

If I thought my cock was hard before, it was steel now. It took me less than a second to rip her panties off and dispose of the ruined material before she was bare to me. I looked up to see my handprints everywhere, her breasts, her sides, her stomach. I worked her tits again, massaging them with my stained palms, grabbing more paint and marking the tops of her thighs as I spread them and I trailed my tongue along the apex before meeting where she wanted me most.

“Please,” she breathed.

It took that one little word before I all but dove to taste her for the very first time, and that one taste of sweetness that matched the rest of her was instantly the end of my resolve. I ate her with abandon until she panted my name and dug her fingers into my skull as I sucked her clit between my lips hard and fast. Her hips shifted upward to ride my face as I dipped down and circled her entrance before probing it until she yelled out a curse.

I chuckled against her and worked her until she was saying my name like a prayer, except I was no god. If anything, I’d be banished to hell once this was over and I’d enter freely with the knowledge of what Della Saint James sounded like when she begged me to lick her cunt. And the sound of her coming made me nearly explode before I could so much as unbutton my own pants. I gripped her hips as she rode the wave of her orgasm, her legs tightening around my head until they unlatched and landed with a thump on the floor as I licked her cream from my lips.

I rose ove

r her and looked at the masterpiece sated on the floor in front of me. “You’re beautiful, Della.”

She blinked at me with pinkened cheeks like she’d never been told that before. I watched as she narrowed in on every movement I made as I slowly popped the button of my pants and unzipped them. Her eyes trailed over my hands as I pushed down my pants and boxer briefs at the same time, pupils dilating when she got a glimpse of my freed length.