Paint and Hum

It was a nice spa bath you had together. just stroking and fondling each other. Your lover gets out of the bath first and towels off. You reach and kiss tenderly, but their smile tells you that it is time for more serious fun. They leave you to towel off and head to the bedroom.

When you walk in you see that the blankets and upper sheet have been pulled off the bed. Their is a pillow laying in the center of the bed, towels have been placed over it. Your lover is standing next to the bed, their wicked smile tells you where you are to lay. You comply, knowing that your hips and pelvis are forced upright and so you can't but help spread your legs invitingly.

They sit on your tummy, lean over and you exchange wonton tongues. They whisper "I wonder what game I have for you now?!". A statement question no doubt. They lean over and pickup a paper bag, flourish it before your eyes and with a theatrical performance pull out a jar of Chocolate flavored Body Paint and a finger width wide brush. Your eyes widen with surprise and anticipation.

They make an act of taking the jar lid off and dipping the brush hairs into it. "Ummm Chocolate lipstick first I think, pucker up pease" they demand. You giggle and pucker. Your lips are brushed, your tongue tip tastes the sweetness of the lipstick. But they tongue kiss you so the both of you taste the taste on each others tongues, both utter a "mmmmmm".

Leaning back they look down at you, their eyes go to your breasts. You smile. With a dip and flourish, they begin to delicately paint your nipples and areolas with the smooth chocolate. You can't help but feel them harden up and out with the stroking of the cool brown liquid. But now with a smirk your painter says "mmm looks like eyes, I'm going to paint eyelashes on your boobs now too...ha ha ha". You giggle your affirmation to this silliness.

Once they finish you look down and laugh at the "Chocolate eyes" you have now got for a chest.
Now putting the paint down they start to tongue and suck the "eyes" off your hardened nipples and breasts. You swallow and bite your lip because of the sensations.

They finish and lick their lips like a cat savoring the meal. Next they slide down and knell between your waiting legs, you giggle and spread them ready for the brush strokes. Cheekily your lover starts by painting an arrow from your navel and pointing down towards... Next, with their own giggling, they paint arrows on the inside of your thighs pointing upwards towards your center. Your eyes meet and you both lick your lips and gulp in unison as the core of the chocolate painting is to begin.

They dip the brush in the sweet brown ointment and start by outlining your vulva, with big long teasing strokes. You smile as you see the intense look of concentration and desire on your Artist's face. They catch your look and then stop as a wicked thought has crossed their naughty mind. Smiling they exclaim "You know all great artists have mustaches, you paint me one". You say "Oh no..". They huskily demand "Oh yes you will". Dipping the brush they place it in your reluctant hand and present their face for your action. With exaggerated flourishes you paint a big mustache on their upper lip. You both laugh and then they head south again.

Your mirth is replaced by tingling desire as you feel the brush administer the sweetness to your heat. Your Painter glides the brush with teasing strokes and sweeps around your outer folds. With exaggerated up and down strokes they apply the chocolate. Their face is close in so they can admire their wicked painting. "Ummmm..a lovely musty chocolate aroma.. I can't wait to taste this dessert...yummy" they exclaim. Eyes meeting you acknowledge that foretold event.

With delicacy they spread your chocolated outer lips to find the more sensitive canvas within. Your mouth opens and you can only breath slowly now as you feel the brush caresses your inner folds. EAch and every part of them is thickly coated with chocolate sweetness, you feel the change of texture on your swelling pinkness. They deliberately ignore your pearl as they paste the outer areas of your opening. You spread your legs as wide as you can in an involuntary demand for your artist to get "to the point".

Their fingers, with care and respect, search out and open your hood to expose your swollen bead. Slowly they delicately brush around the inside of your hood, you quiver as you feel the brush nick your bud. You sense they are dipping the brush deeply into the Chocolate before they head down to you again. Their halting ragged breathing tells you that this is creating desire for you within them as well, this makes you smile with inner warmth.

You gasp as you feel the brush touch you right "there" fully for the first time. They start with delicate light brush strokes. Lightly swirling around your pink engorged pearl, flicking this way and that in slow deft sweeps. Your hips and pelvis are slowly thrusting up from the pillow as you are erotically painted.

Dipping into the Chocolate pot and seeking you again, but now with more determination. You feel the strokes brush you harder and stronger. Your legs are quivering now, trying to close, however your lover has anticipated this and are holding you open with their elbows and weight. Its dawned on you both that the brush itself is the thing that is getting you excited.

They play with various flicks and swirls, hard and soft teasing strokes on your pink pearl. You both can smell the chocolate mustiness of your fire as it is brush stroked. Their fingers are spreading your lips wide and their free thumb is rubbing you up and down as well. You have a feeling that your lover is "chomping at the bit" now to "feed" on the dessert they have made of your womaness.

But before that there work their brush stroke magic and thumbing on you more forcefully to push you towards your first orgasm. They see your neck redden, your stomach contract and then your legs quiver strongly. A long low moan escapes your mouth as you come for the first time, they don't stop their action all through your eruption.

With a deep breath they sit up, place the paint and a brush aside. They have an intense wicked look and tell you all you need to know with a glance, you smile with anticipation. They spread you wide with fingers and thumbs and begin to tongue you. Your arms and hands fly up to cover your face, gives them something to do whilst you are deliciously eaten.

Their hot tongue starts from the outside in. "oh god...this chocolate makes you taste so wonderful, so wickedly delicious" they exclaim giggling. You have to reply with a breathless laugh too, but their tongue is too much for you to reply loudly. Long slow tonguing of your outer folds from the base of opening to your hood is so damn teasing for you. Plus you can hear the sound of them licking the chocolate off their lips as they go.

They lap you now, long sticky strokes, ensuring that they catch your hood and flick it up to tease your chocolated button. Your back arch's slightly as you thrust your self up into toffee fire that is their tongue. In response that tongue starts to rapidly lick your clit with small fast strokes. They swirl around it like a leaf in an eddy. But they are holding you in place with their arms to ensure you can't escape your fate.

Now they push their face hard into you. You feel their hot breath as they breath hard out of their nose. It heats and tickles your hood and increases the attention your feel on your fire. Next they pinch your folds delicately to expose your pea to their manipulations, you feel it being rolled and rubbed between their fingers. They never stop lapping somewhere on your wetness.

Next your feel your more delicate lips being pinched and pulled outwards, and rubbed too. All the time with a controlled delicacy, you know they are watching you closely to ensure that all is done within the bounds of pleasure and not into pain. Your wiggling and quivering leads them on in the direction of pleasure.

With an exaggerated bit of heavy breathing they dive in to get you there. Spreading you wide they suck your heat deep into their mouth and tease your flesh up and down and side to side. You feel yourself surrounded by their hot moth and then their tongue rakes your fire. They Do this repeatedly, whilst continuing to rub and stroke your folds. You can't help yourself, your hands clench in time with your toes, your inner thighs quiver and you come. They are forced to struggle with your legs trying to crush their head between them. Your breath hisses out as the pressure escapes from above as in below.

You feel them release you from their erotic embrace. As you catch your breath you look down between your still quivering legs to see their chocolate covered smile. They laugh and you ask, breathlessly, "Wha..what???". They raise their arms and turn them to show you the object of their mirth. You just have to giggle too as they have Chocolate arrows smeared on their forearms. The pressure of the struggle between you has transferred the arrows painted on your inner thighs onto them.

But this is a mere respite. Your lover returns to pleasure you more. With one hand they spread your petals again and with the other insert a finger. You feel them search up inside the velvet glove that is your inner self. They find the treasure they seek, your body language confirms the find. They start to rub your core spot.

Now you are thrown back as waves of this pleasure wash over you. Their finger revolves around, strokes in and out, up and around. It presses the spot up against your pubic bone and you feel more pressure building within again. They'v spread your hood out again and are thumbing your still engorged pearl.

You feel them pull out then return but this time there are 2 fingers. More pressure, increased manipulation and massage from within and without. They slowly fuck you now, curing their fingers in and up. Clasping your inner sweetness to crush the velvet spot against that pubic bone.
Your body reacts as only the woman in you can, your hips thrust up to meet the action.

Their thumbs have been rubbing and squeezing your pearl, keeping in rhythm with the inner stoking. But now you hear that familiar intake of breath as your tormenter is about to engulf you again, to send you over the edge once more.

Your body clenches again, but this time with such force, that your velvet glove has become steel and is crushing their wonton fingers within. With a low long moan you clasp your arms over your face in a vain effort to offset your sexual tidal wave. As you spasm you can also feel a little pain as they struggle to keep your legs apart again.

As you both catch your breaths you realize their fingers are out. They hold them up, to your now open eyes, as a trophy, for they are coated with your juices and chocolate. They lick them a little and smile down at you.

Finally your lover lays prone on you and you french kiss with satisfaction. But then you notice a gleam in their wicked eyes. You say "Oh what now...?". They sit back straddling your tummy and say "That was only part 1, remember I have a gift for us to use for the next performance". "Oh yes.." you say in anticipation and amusement.

Having had your chocolated delights well and truelly tasted you wonder what wickedness your lover has in store for you now. You don't wait long for they smile down at you and say "Hmmmmm time for that toy I told you I bought for you from my local Adult store". You pupils widen and you like your lips with anticipation.

They reach over to a drawer next to the bed and pull it out. Its a shimmering pink, 6 inches long, finger width thick, and has a small rounded right angle probe at the end. Yes its a "G-spot" vibrator. They candle it in their hands and exclaim "3 speed too..hee hee". They tease you by flicking up and down through the speeds, the humming increases and decreases in pitch. Your hips twitch with your want, as you are still wet from your lovers previous chocolated action.

They reach over again and pull out a small bottle of erotic play lube. It is opened and the liquid is flowed onto the toy and stroked to cover it all. "Smell it, its watermelon flavor" they huskily say. Then put the toy by your nose, "Hmm nice" you reply. With a lingering smoldering glance at you, your lover positions themselves between your spread thighs again, to play this new game of pleasure on you.

The sound of the vibrator flicking onto its lowest speed informs you that action time is here. You first fell the gentle sensations running don your inner thighs, swirling slowing towards your wet apex. They run its length up and down from your knees to your torso/leg creases.. Then up and around your belly and over your pubic mound. This teasing is beginning to get you going again.

Next they run the straight underside edge over your outer lips, very delicately, and curve it around and down so your perineum is tickled too. Your thighs open wider with desire and you can't help but push your pelvis up to involuntarily demand more attention. In response they insert the humming toy into the folds of swelling wet pink flesh and trace them all.

Now your lover holds the toy along the length of their hand and proceeds to slide it up and down your whole vulva. First one side, then the other, both those harder than before. But up through the middle they are still being delicate for now the slippery vibration is lightly touching your swelling c*literus. These first sensations make you gasp slightly, pull away a little, then push back for more. This serves only to spur them onto pushing harder up and down your petals.

They start to swirl their hand now, making circular actions through your lips but focusing on your bud. The both of you feel your tummy muscles quiver with excitement. So now with their free hand they spread your upper lips and hood wide to expose the wantonness of your pearl. Next they run the toy up and down each side of it. They tease you by stopping and placing it hard on top of your bud. You feel the pulses like a little heartbeat warming you from your groin upwards.

They pull the toy away and swirl the curved tip around your glistening v*aginal opening. You wonder why until you feel their hot tongue flailing and kissing your pearl, they just couldn't help themselves. Looking up they catch your eye and smile with pleasure, you return the gesture. In response you hear the vibrator hum intensify, they'v switched from low to medium. Your thighs quiver as you know there is more to come.

With the very curved right angled 'Hook" at the end of the "G-spot" vibrator your lover now probes the recesses of your spread rose. They'v realized that they need not be so delicate now, your flesh though beautiful and soft is also engorged with heat, blood and glistening with your juices plus the watermelon lube. The toy, similar to a hockey stick shape, is pressed into you first point up, then point down. Their fingers opening you wide to their searching, rubbing, sliding, teasing actions. But always they return to your heat center to concentrate there.

Like the hockey stick tracing, guiding the ball, the hook traces your little bud in and around its hood. Your breathing is getting ragged with this play. They tease you by stopping and running the humming toy through all your folds again, even reaching up and running it around your areolas and nipples. But always they return, they know where your pleasure lies.

Now your inner thighs are quivering again, your belly and tummy are rippling, your bum is clenching and unclenching. This all is whipping your lover on to rotate and rub the lubed toy on your glistening hardness. Then with strong clenching of your thighs and a thrusting up of your pelvis..you come. Air hiss's out your open mouth with a "Huhhhhhhhh". Your arms press hard over your face, hands clenching, as if to bury and hide your intense pleasure. But no, in your orgasmic haze you feel them fight you, straining their arms against your crushing quivering thighs.
You know they will not stop, you are the bucking mare and they the flailing Bronco Rider.

They relent, back off the play, return to your outer lips and your moist opening. You relax, but deep in your consciousness you know it is way from over. As if to emphasize this you hear the hum flick to its highest intensity. You take a long deep breath, as does your lover. But before they play hockey with you again they lean in and and suck delicatly on your tender flesh. You know this is to remind you that no matter how hard their action gets, they care for the flower and its velvet petals.

So with you all lathered up with saliva, you adjust yourself again, your hips wide and pelvis up. They meet your demand by spreading your labia and hood wide, exposing your flowers bud, its rosy pink center. Now they lightly play it with the vibrator on full. Your body is already three quarters the way there, your feminine erection is rampant. They apply the inorganic hardness to your organic one. They thrust up and down, hook in and around again, rotate around your core.
Too late again, all the quivering starts again, you rock a little from side to side, as if to shy away, but your lover sticks to you like velcro. Then with a head toss, all the quivering cascades through you and you come again. Your hands cover your face, but your clenched jaw gives away your tension, its relaxation your release.

Your lover relents again, and you hear the hum of the wanding toy go from high to low. You look down between your spread legs and catch their eye again. Their wicked smile tells you that
all is not finished even now. Their head drops down and you feel the lapping texture of their tongue as it rides up from your perineum to your hood, up and down, up and down, slowly and deliberately.

Next you feel your inner lips being spread out and now you know what they intend for you feel the little curved head rotate around your doorway to your inner core. Slowly now you feel it rotate, little by little, as it is delicately and deliciously inserted into you. Teasing and tingling as it hums along. Again you look down and see the tender concentration of your toy master at work,
relaxed you smile and lay back.

You gasp softly as you feel the lubed toy insert deeper and touch all the soft textured areas within. You feel them search, with that 'Hockey stick" tip, for your G-Spot. They touch it, you bite your lip and pull back slightly, in response. To late they have their prey and now they slowly massage it with that smooth rounded tip. And just to add more delicious sensations they are also
massaging your pink bud with a thumb.

Round and around they stir you with humming vibrations, they stroke up and down, out then in and up. Thrusting the shaft into you, poking the fire within to a big inferno. Every few minutes they just hold that tip against your internal flash point and administer a tongue massage to your
swollen pinkness.

You hear the probe flicked to the medium vibrating speed and immediately feel your body melt towards its renewed manipulations. As if to emphases this increase your pleasure partner presses harder an more vigorously around and in you. They now press harder up so that your source is trapped like a wild beast up against the inside of your pubic bone. They thrust the pulsating shaft up and down sending waves of sensations through your body and to your enraptured mind.
Again they hold their internal action every few minutes to vigorously suck and lick you, focusing on your again prominent bud.

So now you feel like your are full of cascading lava, your body is rippling again, but now from a core tectonic source. Once again your thighs are fighting to close but your erotic tormentor is grimly fighting to keep them apart. Your arms have sought the refuge of your face and hair, they clench in rhythm with your toes. All now know that all await the bursting of the sun.

With final deliberate intent your lover flicks the toy to its highest setting and with delicate strong wanding sweeps they seek your rapture. As your bum is bouncing up off the pillow, your pelvis tilts up to meet its horizon. In the mist of your consciousness you hear that tell tale big expulsion of air from your lover, signaling their final intent.

They swoop in like a raptor and pin your swollen bud by sucking it deeply with their mouth, swishing it with their tongue. Whilst you are on this rack they vigorously, with care, rake you within with that full throttled probe. With final clenching of you're pelvic muscles and thighs, you hiss out your eruption. Both of you are caught up in your bodies delicusious pulses. Both ride
your release, you quake slightly, your lava dribbles out to show your resolve.

With great tenderness your lover withdraws the sodden toy from you, they have already released your bud, to catch their breath. Tenderly they stroke your womaness, as if soothing the temperament of a spent animal. You and they look into each others eyes and smile the smile of
cheshire cats. For the game is ongoing, pleasure has not been put to rest yet.