Xo Novel
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“What?”
“To see you wearing nothing but that ring.”
“I do also have a picnic basket,”he motioned to the side of the room.“Bread and cheese and meat but not deli meat because you’re not supposed to have it according to my mother.Mom cooked a turkey for her and dad today,so she gave me a container full.”He smiled at her grin,“I brought non-alcoholic wine too.”
“You can have real wine.I know how much you love wine.”She frowned at his words.
“I do but I love you more and if you have to make sacrifices to bring our child into this world,then I will make as many of them as I possibly can with you.I might not be able to push a watermelon out my lower half,but I can give up alcohol for the next nine months in solidarity.”
She laughed,“we’re going to be grumpy.”
“Nah,we’ll subsidize with fucking.I’ll get drunk on the flavor of you.”
“Fool,”she laughed and shoved his chest,rising to her feet.In one deft move she ripped her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.She then kicked her jeans off and lifted her foot so he could help remove her sock.She gripped his shoulder for balance when he grabbed her foot and kissed her toes.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
He ran his hands up her calf and then her thigh.“You are so beautiful.”His palm stroked her hip and then moved to her tummy.He leaned closer,“I know you can’t hear me yet little one,or maybe you can,but you should know you have the most incredible mommy in the world,and I am going to love you both so much for the rest of your lives.Now,I want you to be a good little fetus and plug your ears and keep your eyes closed because I’m going to do things to your mom,I will never approve of you doing when you’re older.”
Liesl squealed with laughter as he rose from his knees and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the center of the canvas.
“I’m the artist,I want to paint you.Clothes off,”she waved her hands at him as he set her down.She watched excitedly as he removed his t-shirt and kicked off his jeans the way she had her own moments ago.
When he was standing there naked,she walked around him,her forefinger and thumb curved around her jaw as she pensively examined him.
“You know how you keep saying you want to carve me on stone?I’m about to turn into a statue if you don’t make a move soon sweetheart,”he teased her.“In fact,part of me is already starting to solidify from you walking around me in your lacy thong panties and bra.”
She smacked his backside and lunged away as he reached for her in response to her spanking him.“Uh,uh,uh,”she wagged her finger at him.“You’re making this up to me,right?My game,my rules.You have to stand still while I paint you.”
He frowned,“this doesn’t sound sexy.”
“Then,when you’re coated in paint,we’re going to have copious amounts of sex and the transfer of the paint from your body to mine and to the canvas will be our art.”
“Oh yes,please.”He clapped his hands excitedly.“Get to it then.Paint me up.”
She looked at him as he stroked his cock and shook her head.There was nothing shy about this man and she reveled in his bold brash behavior.“I think I want the blues and greens and maybe some purples and a hint of teal.”She playfully bent over,lifting her ass high in the air and enjoying the sharp inhalation as she flashed her goods in his direction.His low primal growl as she lifted a hand and unclipped her bra and let her breasts sway while she dug through the box of paints made her shiver with delight.
She grabbed the indigo paint and a fine brush and dipped it in and turned back to him to trace his ridged muscles with the point of the brush.
He jerked and twisted,“it tickles.”
She laughed at him,“sometimes art is pain.”
“My erection being ignored is painful,”he licked his lips looking at her nipples.“I want to taste.”
“No.”She laughed at his pout as she dipped the brush.“Be a good little subject and let me paint you.”
“Fine but when you have me covered in paint,I want your palms painted.”
“My palms?”
“Yes.I want to paint your hands because I want to see them on the canvas.I want them flat on the canvas while I rail you from behind.”
Her paintbrush faltered at his words.
“I want the canvas crushed up in your hands,twisting and turning the tarp as you orgasm the way you grip our sheets at home when I’m pounding into you when you’re on your back.”
Her breath was catching with every hot,low spoken word.
“I want your fingerprints on the fabric from when you’re riding me,and you lean forward on your hands and you’re holding yourself up with just your fingertips.I’ll be lifting my cock up into you,thrusting with all my might to make you shatter like glass on my dick.Then when I’m done fucking you,I’m going to make love to you slowly and give you one last orgasm and you’re going to do the thing you do where you reach over your head and I’m going to hold your hands there and both of our hands will be at the top of this canvas,held together while I fill you with my come.I’m going to come so deep and so hard inside your beautiful body that if you weren’t already carrying my baby,you’d be pregnant by dawn.”
Her hands were shaking now with a need for him to do everything he said he was going to do.
“I want you Liesl.I want to feel your skin under my skin.I want to feel your breath on my mouth.I want your tight little cunt,squeezing every drop out of my very massive cock while you shake,shudder and moan under me.I’m going to love you,sweetheart until your legs don’t function and I have to carry you home tonight and put you to bed and then we’ll do it all again.”
Her breath was catching in her throat,her chest rising and falling.
“I bet if I touched your sweet pussy right now,parted your legs,your soaked,aren’t you babe?”he bent his head and whispered in her ear as she tried to focus on painting his skin.